Ryan and The Physiotherapy Table (multiple fm/m tickling SFW tickling)

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Another nice collaboration between myself and natscott6282

Ryan and The Physiotherapy Table


I have a friend Natalie who I met in high school when we discovered our mutual tickling fixation. She was part of a group of 8-10 friends (students) who occasionally performed tickle torture sessions on other students. Because I had my own history with the tickling fixation, and experience in tickling others, I had been invited into her circle of friends as well.

Natalie always wanted to have a career that would allow her to express her caring and compassionate personality, and upon graduation from high school, she chose physiotherapy.

Physiotherapists typically use a manual, hands-on approach with soft tissue and fascial releases, stretches, and massages. It is a step above physical therapy which is mainly exercise-based treatments. Both educate patients through recovery on ways to manage the injury, illness, or disability. Natalie has an natural talent for hands-on evaluation and manipulation, which is why she is such an excellent physiotherapy student as well as an excellent tickler!

The program she selected was based in a busy physiotherapy practice, so besides standard classes, a great deal of learning was based on the care of clients who used the facility on a regular basis. This is a story about Natalie’s experience with one particular client who she encountered during her time as a physiotherapist in training.


This particular Friday, Natalie was working with Nancy, one of her favorite licensed physiotherapists and a woman with whom she had developed a great rapport. Nancy recognized my friend’s skillful hands and also her ability to think with flexibility and adapt to ever changing client conditions. And she also recognized my friend’s trustworthiness to be responsible to the clients and not ‘cut corners’ in giving good patient care.

The end of the day was drawing near when a boy and his mother came into the clinic.

Alice, the mom, was a friend and client of Nancy, so there was already a good relationship between them.

Ryan was a typical teenage boy of 18 who evidently spent way too much time on his devices and in his gaming chair. His mother, Alice, was shocked at how bad his posture had become over the past few months, despite her insistence that he get a bit more regular exercise. But his posture, stiffness, and general deterioration in flexibility was affecting his everyday physical activities. Ryan was already a bit ‘soft’ for a boy his age and slender, moderately muscled physique.

Despite more regular exercise, he had developed various aches and pains from normal movement that needed more expert attention. No one wants to have a lifetime of chronic pain when sound medical expertise is readily available.

After the written evaluation and consent forms were complete, it was time for a thorough physical examination and treatment plan. Ryan changed into a patient gown but kept his underwear and athletic shorts in place.

Nancy introduced Natalie and led the boy into the more deluxe exam and treatment area. The exam/treatment room was a bit larger than the others, because this room had a very advanced, motorized exam table.

It was a Pro Series 2000, fully motorized and adjustable, with multiple sections that could move independently, and many advanced features. The one feature that that Natalie appreciated most was how the multiple sections could allow a patient to be placed in full flexion, allowing for the most options in examinations, evaluations, and treatments. This table also had longer extensions at the foot and head, so if necessary, a client could stretch out fully and still have great support for their legs and extended arms.
The exam room also had a separate doorway to an office with a desk, reference materials, and places for instructors to sit and work while ‘physiologists in training’ could perform their tasks on the clients. There was a plexiglass window for observation and even a small speaker /microphone so the instructors and clients could have verbal communication during the patient’s care. Last, the observation/office area had a separate entrance/exit door to the main lobby. This allowed certified physiologists to go back and forth to keep family updated while the client was still having treatments.

This is where the main part of the story actually begins.

Natalie, dressed in her scrubs, positioned her new, barely 18 year old client Ryan on the exam table. Due to his low back and posture issues, my friend decided to start with this position to allow him to become comfortable with a young woman performing a exam on his back before changing to ‘ face up’ for a thorough abdominal and tummy evaluation.

So Natalie began using her talented fingers to begin checking the tension in his entire back, but soon was concentrating on his mid to lower sections due to his posture issues and low back discomfort. This was when she first noticed a slight problem….

As her fingers probed his muscles, Ryan tensed up and gripped the edge of the table.

“Ummph…” The boy gave a tiny little exhalation.

“Oh sorry..” Natalie said. “Is this a little uncomfortable?”

“Yeah…”. Ryan murmured. “Maybe…Not really…..”

More fingers working along his lower back and just to the bottom of his rib cage…Another ‘huff’ but with a teeny little squirm….

Oh my! Thought the physio student…This might be an issue!
“Sorry, “ Natalie said. “Is it painful there?’

“Ah….no…” Murmured the boy. “Not really…”

“Well…..” My friend grinned. “Something unusual is going on there…”

This time, her fingers palpating his muscles caused him to tense up but not huff and puff….

“Yes, definitely some tension there…” Natalie said. “I can feel a knot!”

“Yeah?” Asked Ryan, his voice inquisitive.

“Yeah….” The girl reaffirmed. I’m gonna try to work it out…This might feel… a little…. ‘different!”

The physiology student applied the correct pressure, and the boy gave a little yelp and a tiny twist!

“Oh MY!” Ryan gasped.

“What is the matter?” Natalie asked, now knowing exactly his issue!

Nancy glanced in from the observation area.

“Are you doing alright in there?” The registered physiologist called out.

“Yes!” Natalie smiled. “We just have a very sensitive client! He’s going to take some extra time for his treatment!”

Nancy leaned against the doorway, her notes in hand.

“A little ticklish, huh?” She smiled.

Ryan burbled, “Nooo…”
Natalie smiled and nodded ‘Yes’ to her instructor, but the boy couldn’t see her.

“Well….” The licensed physiotherapist said. “I’ll tell his mom he will take more time than usual. You might get him in position to examine his abdomen and his inguinal ligaments!”

So my friend had the boy turnover onto his back, and then Nancy came back into the treatment area.

“Okay…” The therapist said. “Here’s the deal…Your mom needs to leave for some outing with friends! I told her we could continue with the exam and treatment for awhile longer this evening…To improve things for your health and safety! Are you alright with that?”

“Sure..”. The boy responded.

Natalie lifted Ryan’s gown enough to be able to begin her evaluation of his abdominal, low tummy, and inguinal areas.

“Now…Like before,” Natalie said. “Some of these spots may be ‘uncomfortable’, but it shouldn’t last long!”

“Okay….” The gamer answered, but his voice was a bit quavery!

The young man would tense up as the student physiotherapist’s fingers reached certain spots, and then he would begin a telltale sign of his ticklishness, his shoulders and upper body giving a tiny little twitch as those special spots were pressed and manipulated.

The licensed physio stepped in to aid her student.

“Here…” Nancy said. “Let me try…”.

The more experienced therapist began using her own hands, working slowly and methodically, using different angles and pressures to try to avoid overstimulating the most sensitive areas, instructing Natalie on these alternative, advanced techniques.

Even using all those special methods, Ryan would reach a point where he couldn’t hold still, and his quavery voice turned into a little grunt that signaled the possibility of impending laughter and involuntary leg movements that threatened to disrupt his treatment or worse yet, he may slip off of the table!

“Oh, my….” Nancy said. “This is never going to do…You can barely tolerate this exam…”

“I’m sorry…” Ryan replied. “I’m trying to hold still…”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re doing your best!” Stated Nancy. “I just don’t understand the problem…”

“Maybe it’s the tension in my…Ligaments, or whatever you called them!” The boy stammered. “When you massage them, the sudden release of the tension is making me do that….”

“Actually, the tension isn’t being released enough!” Nancy said.
“It’s like you’re holding back or something….”

“I don’t think that’s it, and—“ Ryan stuttered more excuses, but was interrupted by Natalie’s observation.

“Is it because two women are working on you?” The student smiled a bit. She knew how boys are about such things!

“No, it’s not that…” The gamer boy stated, but he was a bit blushy.
“Well, maybe a tiny bit…”

Nancy stated, “Well, we’re all adults here, so that’s something we just have to deal with, because Natalie is my best student, and me…Well, your whole family comes to me for therapy, and your mom wants only me to handle your care, or those who I trust..like Natalie!”

"I know…you’re fine, ” The young man said. “It’s just embarrassing to not be able to hold still.”

“Well…” Natalie sighed. “You know what the problem is…”

Nancy nodded, “Yes…I’ll bet you do…”

“Yeah…Okay…”. The boy became very blushy…”I might just be….A bit ticklish…..”

Natalie’s eyes gleamed. “Well, there you go….” She said quietly, under her breath.

Nancy asked, “What did you say?”

Natalie murmured, “Oh..Nothing…Just thinking out loud!” Yes, I know my friend, and that comment was definitely true, especially now that the boy’s ‘weakness’ had been admitted, and exposed.

“Well…” Nancy resumed. “Now that we know the problem, we can work to resolve it…There are ways to mitigate the sensations in a hypersensitive client!”

“Please…” Natalie asked. “Go on…Enlighten me…”

“First,” The experienced therapist said “We need Ryan to enlighten US…About his ticklishness!”

The boy’s eyes widened at that remark, and he became a bit more blushy from hearing that comment!

“So Natalie,” Nancy continued. “What would you ask of a client like this?

My friend answered, “We need to determine where he is ticklish, so we can avoid the worst spots…Or at least to know when we need to be extra careful when palpating a sensitive spot!”

“Very good!” Nancy smiled. “Your answer shows why you’re one of our best students! Please continue….”

Ryan was becoming more flustered. Hearing the two women talking about his body, discussing his sensitivities as though he wasn’t even present…It made his self consciousness about his ticklishness (and his ticklishness) go even higher!

The student therapist did continue…
“So Ryan…” Natalie said, with a professional tone, “We need to find out about your ticklish spots…Are you ready?”

“I..I guess….” The boy squeaked, glancing at the student and her instructor in turn.

“Now then, “ Nancy said. “Natalie will do a survey of your tummy and hips so we know where to be most careful….We’ll create a ‘map’ so we have it on file.” Then the instructor added. “In fact, I’m going to turn the camera on for the exam so we can record it for your medical records.” She did so, and brought the remote control over to have it close at hand for the therapists. “Don’t worry…We’ll only record the ‘hands on’ part of your exam and treatment…and the comments made.”

Natalie smiled. “This will really help us today..And for future students as well!”

“Well, let’s begin….” Signaled Nancy. She motioned for Natalie to resume her examination…And the physiotherapy student did so….

Starting on his tummy, my friend placed her fingers on his smooth lower tummy and palpated across, just above his waistband of his athletic shorts.

“How about here?” Asked Natalie. She felt his muscles tense and relax.

“Yeah! GOD!” Ryan stammered. Then he said “Okay!” As her touch receded and he could have a respite.

“Now to the inguinal area….” Natalie stated for the record. She began carefully feeling the lowest end of the V-Line or hip crease, closest to his shorts, and worked her way up toward the crest of his hip on that side.

Ryan yelped! “Wow! Oh NO! Jeeeeze!”

“Worse here?” Natalie asked.

“Yes! Like—I dunno..” The boy stammered. “The first place was like 5 outta 10…This spots 8 !”

“Okay…” the student murmured. “Now….” She worked closer to his hip bone. The boy shuddered under her touch and nearly grabbed her arm before stopping himself!

“GOD!” Ryan blurted! “Not THERE! Please!” Natalie paused her palpation, but kept contact with his skin and muscles.

“Oh my!” The student said, with a grimace on her face.

“What?” Ryan asked, now concerned! “Is there something wrong?”

Nancy interjected her comments. “Well, Ryan….This is a particularly important attachment point for tendons and muscles that are causing your problem! We have to treat it, no matter the difficulty!”

“You’re just so sensitive!” Natalie stated. “So unusual to be that intolerant! Why do you think that’s the case for you?”

“Yeah…I dunno….” The poor boy was even redder in the face.
“It’s embarrassing….to be so….” He paused, then completed his sentence…” So ticklish….”

“Well, We’re sure it is….” Replied Nancy. “But how long has this been happening?”

“Like forever…” Ryan stated, a sheepish look on his face. “My older sister found out when I was in elementary school how bad it was and used it against me!”

“Oh?” Natalie’s eyebrows raised a little. “So you have an older big sister who tickled you?”

“Still does!” The senior class 18 year old said. “But when I was younger, she’d win arguments and stuff by tickling me by grabbing me from behind, then go for my tummy and hips and ribs!”

“Really?” The two therapists were trying not to laugh at the boy’s comments.

Ryan continued. “Yeah, like when we wanted to sneak some cookies from the kitchen, she’d tickle ME until I’d agree to be the one to steal them! So I’d be the one caught by mom and not her!”

“That sounds normal…” Nancy smiled. “To me…”

“Me too…” Natalie grinned.

The physiotherapist went on…”We need to know your most sensitive spots, Ryan….So we can avoid overstimulating them!”

“Yes,” My friend stated. “Overstimulation can lead to poor results!”

“I -I don’t know….” The boy stammered. He was obviously even more embarrassed about his sensitivities.

“Well….” Nancy said, “We’ll have to do some mapping so we can document this fully!”

“Yes, yes, “ Murmured Natalie. “I see!”

Nancy began her own examination of his left inguinal area, pressing her fingers gently along his V-line or hip crease.

The boy yelped from the contact and finger movements.

“Score that spot a 5 of 10!” The physiotherapist stated.

Natalie took down the info, then used her fingers to palpate higher along the crease.

“Geeeeze!” Ryan panted. “I can’t take it!”

"Score it, please?” Asked the student.

“Gawd…..” Ryan babbled…” 8.5!”

“8.5?” Natalie smiled. “How funny…?”

The boy blushed even more. “Well, I’v never been tickled before! I dunno what to say!”

“Now, Ryan….” His family friend said. “No one’s tickling you….This is a professional physio exam! You’re just over-reacting!”

“I -OH! Errr….” The boy stuttered.

“No one is tickling you!” Smiled Natalie. “But get ready because we have to assess your hip bones!”

She pressed her thumb up onto the hip bone.. “Oh now we are gonna find the origin of the adductor tendon!” Another press was given and the boy squirmed and blurt out “OH Nooo!” And his left leg bent up uncontrollably!

“Oh MY!” Nancy exclaimed! How bad was that area?

“Ah jeez…!” Said Ryan! “Ten …Maybe even 12!!!”

He was turning red. Natalie smiled.

“This is so embarrassing!” The boy confessed.

Nancy continued with a motherly voice. “Ryan…We need to fully examine your lower body area and give it some relaxing massage!”

“I know…I know…” He murmured.. “I’m trying my best…”

“I know you are, but sometimes a patient is just too sensitive!”
Reported Nancy. “We have to put safety first, and all this movement is too much!”

“Yes, “ Natalie smiled. “But he really needs the exam and treatment!”


The physiotherapist went on. “One thing we can do is for a therapist to hold his leg still against the table, during the exam but especially while he’s having a massage treatment!”

“Like a two on one treatment?” Smiled my tickler friend.

“Exactly!” Said Nancy.

“Exactly….” Restated Natalie. But her mind was contemplating more than the boy’s treatment at this point.

“Now…” Nancy went on, “In extreme cases, a therapist holding a limb down still isn’t as safe or effective as it needs to be….”

“Ye, ye….” My friend responded. “Go on…”

“In those cases, for the client’s safety and health, you may have to use Coban to help keep the leg still!” Coban is a wonderful athletic tape that only adheres to itself, using velcro-like technology, but will not irritate or harm skin!


“But here’s my dilemma….” Nancy said, obviously thinking about her words. “I have to go as well….So could you stay and finish his exam and treatments, Natalie?”

“Sure…” My friend said. “I’ll do that for our client, I know we really need to get going fixing his issues.”

“Yeah…” Ryan stated. “I’m too young to become debilitated…And there is a gaming competition coming up…I need to be 100 % ready!”

Nancy’s face became sad. “The only problem is, I HAVE to be at our family dinner tonight—My father-in-law is turning ninety years old—I can’t miss it!” The therapist said. “But I can’t leave you here alone with a client, especially a male client.”

Natalie spoke up. “My friend Amy is out in her car, waiting for me to get off work so we could hang out! How about she sits in here as our chaperone?”

“That would be wonderful!” Nancy said, her face brightening! “Then I CAN make it to our family dinner!”
“Plus,” The student went on, “She could help hold his leg if it comes to that! Or even with the Coban!”

“Yes, that would be great!” The physiotherapist said. ‘It doesn’t take a state license to help hold a leg, after all!” Nancy laughed.

“Yeah,” Natalie smiled. “Good thing…” Thinking of the adventures of her tickling group of friends.

“What?” Nancy asked.



“Good thing Amy is here!” My friend restated. Then she continued.
“I’ll have her sit in the observation area if that’s okay?”

“Oh yes….” Nancy said. “Or she can make herself at home in the exam room! It sounds like you’re going to need an extra pair of hands.”

“Cool….” Natalie said, texting her friend.

Amy came into the clinic and the therapist indeed showed her right into the treatment area. Introductions were made to Ryan and then Nancy picked up her things to leave.

“Natalie, I really appreciate you helping me out this way…” Her mentor said. “And Ryan and his mom will, too!”

“Yeah, I know…” My friend said. “I really don’t mind…”

Nancy looked at Amy. “Are you sure you don’t mind doing this? This patient is a particularly ticklish one!”

Sweet faced Amy smiled, “Not a bit! I’m totally fine with helping out my friends! I’ve got a younger brother, so I know all about ticklish boys…And how to handle them!”

For Ryan, it was a bit mentally agonizing having now three women talking all about his ‘sensitivities’, but he did need this therapy!

The more experienced therapist had one last bit of advice. “The loosening treatment for his ligaments should be easy once you work around his obvious ticklishness! You know if his back is that sensitive, his abdomen, inguinal and tummy areas are going to be a challenge!”

“Just leave it to me, Nancy….” Natalie smiled. “I’ve got this!”

“Thanks so much!” The mentor replied.

“Have a good time!” Amy said, half spinning in the nicely padded office chair in the glassed in control room.

“You girls do the same!” Called out Nancy as she exited the clinic.

“We will!” Called out Amy. Then she looked in at her friend Natalie standing near the poor, unsuspecting boy! The poor, ticklish, unsuspecting boy….

Once Nancy was on her way, Natalie instructed her friend to hang out in the exam room proper.

“You never know….” My tickler friend’s eyes gleamed. “I might need that extra pair of hands to finish this boy’s treatment!”

Both girls smiled at each other as Ryan simply contemplated the next few minutes of physiotherapy!

The student physiotherapist placed her hands and fingers once again on the boy’s right inguinal area and began resuming her exam.

The boy held his composure as best he could, but as her fingers probed more firmly, he was back to squirming and making little involuntary noises!

“Jeeeze…” Ryan panted a bit, with his leg shaking and then squirming!
“I can’t TAKE this!”

“Well, “ Natalie said. “I’m right on the inguinal canal area, and it’s very tight! Dangerously tight! I need to get it loosened up or you’ll risk long term sequelae!”

“What’s THAT?” The gamer boy exclaimed!

“If the tension stays high in this area…you might have lifelong problems…Not just posture and muscle tone, but also……”

“What? What else?” The poor boy asked.

“Extreme tightness here may lead to problems with….ummm…fertility!” Stated Natalie.

“OMG!” Hollered the cramped up gamer! “Please! Can you fix it?”

“Yes! Calm down..” My friend said, in her soothing voice. “It’s early enough that if we finish the treatments, you will have no long term problems!”

“I’ll try to hold still!” Said Ryan. He tried making himself relax, but another attempt by Natalie resulted in his leg moving all over the place!

“I guess we’ll need my friend Amy to hold your leg still, as Nancy advised!” The physio student stated.

Amy stood up. She saw a white lab coat on a hook and slipped it on before coming to the exam table.

“I’ve always wanted to wear one of these!” She beamed. “It makes me feel much more tickly!”

“What?” Ryan asked. He was so immersed in what Natalie was doing, he didn’t hear Amy’s little slip of her words! And Natalie gave her friend a wry smile, and shook her head slightly.

“Professional!” Amy corrected. “If I’m gonna play physiotherapist, I have to look the part!”

Natalie rolled her eyes at her friend, and used her ‘professional voice’ and said “Okay, Miss Amy, time to secure the client’s leg!”

As the sweet faced Amy pressed down on Ryan’s leg, one hand on ether side of his knee, she beamed, “I love this medical talk!”

“Leg?” Asked the physio student.

“No…” Amy grinned. “Inguinal area…Inguinal canal?”

“Yeah…”. Natalie smiled. “Calm down..you’re just like any beginning physio student!” My friend smiled. “You’re here to learn…and follow directions!” My tickle friend did like to be in charge!

While Amy held his leg, Natalie went in for some deeper pressing and massaging! But the boy continued to yelp and squirm and complain…And he seemed to slide around a bit on the deluxe table.

“This movement is still presenting a problem…” Natalie said. “I think we’re gonna have to use more secure methods for you safety, and to finish the treatment!”

“Okay….” Mumbled Ryan, catching his breath from the earlier manipulations.

Amy picked up a roll of Coban and went to the foot of the table.

This sweet faced girl was Natalie’s best friend and member of the tickling group, but her demeanor hid a very important talent.

Amy was the expert in positioning a Lee so the group could hold them down manually for a thorough and proper tickle torture session.
Today, the innocent-looking young woman had freedom to use the athletic tape to secure the boy’s legs and feet to the physiotherapy table, and she did so quickly and efficiently. She used the tape around his ankles in a way that kept his feet apart in a natural position that kept his legs neutral for continued access to his tummy and pelvic area. Then a couple wraps around his legs just below, and one right above the knee would keep him from flailing his lower limbs and possibly falling off of the table.

Ryan was amazed that he was secured so thoroughly, and so quickly.

“OMG!” The boy exclaimed. “Does it need to be so tight on both my legs?”

“Yes it does…” Natalie smiled. “For your health and safety…We need to finish this treatment! And since you’re so….sensitive…..I believe we could work more efficiently if Amy massages one side as I do the other!She’s had some experience with therapeutic touch, so she’ll be of great help!”

“Okay…” Ryan said, but his voice was almost a bit of a whimper.

“What’s the matter, Ryan?” My friend said, using that motherly tone that all women have…The tone that calms you even when you’ve just been strapped down for further medical treatment.

“It’s just embarrassing…”. He stammered. “That I can’t hold still…That I’m so……”. The poor boy’s face was a tinge more pink as he blushed.

“Ticklish?” Natalie said, trying not to smile too much at his predicament.

“Y—Yes….” The gamer stuttered.

Amy smiled her motherly smile and used her motherly voice.

“Oh, Ryan,” She murmured, touching his hair. “Don’t worry…We’re gonna take good care of you! We’ll get through this…Together!”

‘Okay…” The gamer replied.

Amy’s phone buzzed from a text. She glanced at her screen and then spoke to Natalie and Ryan.

“Well, Natalie, our group has arrived to meet up! I forgot to mention that we were both busy with Ryan….” Amy said.

Natalie smiled. “How about I just buzz them in and they can sit in here and wait for us to be finished? How about it Ryan? You know most of them!”

“Yeah, sure!” Replied the gamer boy.

Natalie did just that—She opened the front door remotely and spoke on the speaker on the doorbell to instruct their friends to come on into the nice physiotherapy clinic.

The members of our regular group was made up of myself, James, Matthew, Madison, Ashley Sarah, and Emily. A couple of Ryan’s gamer friends also showed up….Ben and Tiffany.

Ryan was surprised when his friends appeared, but the members of the group reassured him they did know his friends as well.

“Don’t worry…” Amy said. “Once we start the treatments, you won’t even think about your friends being here!”

“Or…” Natalie smiled. “Maybe you will….”

“What?” Ryan asked, looking at my friend.

Natalie just said….”Oh..Never mind…I was just thinking ahead…”

Some of the group was watching the activity in the exam room through the glass window and some standing in the doorway. Some were just using their phones for entertainment as the two women resumed their work with Ryan.
Now each girl took a side and began once again placing their fingers on the boy’s inguinal area, palpating and rubbing his muscles.

Natalie asked her protege if she could feel the tightness of the gamer’s ligaments! Amy responded with a “Yes, I do…”

My friend said, “Then work it out!” They both used their fingertips in Ryan’s pelvic area and massaged upwards.

The poor guy only lasted seconds before he was stuttering and stammering once more in ticklish agony!

“OMG!” The boy exclaimed! “This is worse than before!”

“Oh, now…”. Natalie admonished him. “It CAN’T be worse, We’re doing the same things!” She smiled at Amy. “Let’s try again!”

Both girls worked at the same time, and the boy yelped and flinched and reflexively tried to push their hands away!

The two paused while Ryan caught his breath.

Nancy asked her assistant about her progress.
“Do you think his inguinals are loosened up?” My friend smiled.

“Not quite all the way, I don’t think!” Amy replied.

“Did the tight area feel like the pad at he base of your thumb?” The physio student queried.

“Yes!” The sweet faced helper replied.

“Aha!” My friend beamed. We’re almost there! It needs to feel like the middle of the palm of your hand—Then you know it’s all loosened up!”

Amy grinned. “But he won’t keep his hands still!”

Natalie smiled. “Yes, he will! Because we’re gonna help him some more!”

The physio student/tickler friend called for James and Matthew to take hold of the boys arms and stretch them to the head of the table!

“Amy, “ Natalie said. “Do your magic!”

The sweet faced girl had more Coban tape wrapped on the boy’s wrists and lower forearms in seconds, and then secured his upper limbs to the table! She even added some loops around the boys biceps to aid in his immobility! They had also worked the patient gown off to keep it out of the way of the tape.

Ryan was becoming more apprehensive as his restraints were applied, but the girls and guys reassured him.

“This is for your health and safety!” Said James.

“Don’t worry! They’ve done this to me!” I smiled at the boy.

“They have?” Ryan looked at me.

“Yes! I’m telling you the truth!” I continued. “ I’ve been restrained by this group before…They’re experts!”




Ryan became quiet as the girls took up their positions again. They placed their fingertips on his area of tightness and pressed into the inguinal area a few inches up along his hip hollows.

The boy yelped his loudest so far, and his entire body shook as he spasmed a bit from the most thorough treatment yet!

“UHHH!” The boy gasped!

Members of the audience murmured in surprise…Especially his two friends.

“Whoah…” said Ben.

“Egad…” whispered Tiffany.

Those two friends were so transfixed by seeing Ryan’s reactions to the physio treatment that they almost had their noses pressed to the glass window. Both had their mouths partially open in awe of the scene they were witnessing.

I decided to enlighten them on the reality of the situation.

“That noise means the girls have hit a REALLY sensitive spot!” I murmured. “Like so ticklish he can’t control himself!”

They watched the gamer boy as his body shivered and shook under the girl’s fingers.

Ben, seeing his own gender mate in the throes of an early tickle torture session, just murmured, “Oh…My….God….”

His comments were made from empathy and the realization that the boy he was watching could very well be him!

Tiffany, seeing the same scene, simply murmured “Woooooow….” In a long, drawn out manner of wonder. From Natalie had shared with me about her first experience seeing a boy intensely tickled, I knew Tiff’s mind was thinking of the two young women ticklers and how she could could so easily step into that role.

Ben looked disheveled, and sat down in a chair.

“Do you need to sit down?” I asked Tiffany.

“Nahhh…” Ryan’s female friend said. “I’m good….”

Yes she was…Seeing the boy tickled obviously was fine with her!

Then, as we watched and listened, a significant event occurred at the physio table!

“I FELT it!” Amy called out! “The tendon is definitely softer!”

“Great!” Natalie smiled. “Let me check!” She reach over and palpated
Amy’s side of his lower tummy. “Yeah, it’s loosened up for sure….”

The two girls stood on either side of him as Ryan’s breathing returned to normal. Neither girl was moving, and the boys who had helped position him had stepped aside. However, no one was reaching for the tape to release him.

“So are we done with the treatment?” The gamer boy asked, wondering why no one was loosening the athletic tape.

“Yes,” Natalie said. “We’re finished with today’s treatment….although you probably will need a few more…”

“Okay! I get it!” Ryan stated. “So why haven’t you unfastened me from the table?”




Natalie’s eyes glistened with new anticipation….As she used the remote control on the table to begin moving the table sections. In seconds the physio table was in reverse flex position, where the boy’s torso and tummy were stretched out, his belly higher and pointing more toward the ceiling!

Ryan felt the table movements and the stretch in his abdomen, and his apprehension was quickly rising!

“Wait! Wait!” The gamer boy exclaimed! “What are you doing?”

Natalie smiled. “Getting you all ready….” She murmured.

“Oh, but…!” Ryan babbled. “I-I thought you were done! You said my treatment is over!”

Amy smiled. “That’s true! Your treatment IS over!”

“Your TREATMENT!” Reinforced Natalie. “Your TREATMENT is over…”

“Okay then!” The boy looked at the faces of James and Matthew, seeing no response there! Then he looked toward the glass of the observation area! The faces he could see looking at him offered no help either!

“It’s time to let me up!” The boy continued in a semi-demanding tone!
“The joke is over! C’Mon now!”

The silence from the two young women, their lack of response to his demands, and the way they were scanning his stretched out form…All those clues were very unnerving!

“What do you think?” Amy asked Natalie. The continued silence from the young woman in charge sent the poor boy’s confidence into a tailspin!

“Guys! Please!” Ryan’s voice was now shaky. “Let me up!”
Then he thought more about his utter helplessness. “Please?” He added, his voice turning to a little whimper.

“Not yet….” Chucked my tickling friend. “Not quite finished with you yet….”

“What are you gonna DO?” Blurted the gamer! His flustery level was increasing by the second, now!

“Ryan, you’re a smart little gamer boy…” Natalie grinned. “What do YOU think we’re gonna do?” My friend loves watching the faces and eyes of the boys that are about to be tickled….Their expressions as they realize their fate!

And Ryan was a wonderful subject—His eyes told of his apprehension and anticipation of the unknown….His lips parted a bit….His breathing a bit faster…The thoughts churning in his poor little boy’s head … And at this point, he WAS just a poor little boy, helpless as the girls and their friends had him immobilized. It was just like when a big sister has total control and is about to ….”


“I mean….” Natalie said. “We have your bare belly all stretched out….”

Amy interrupted her. “It’s not actually bare….yet!”

Natalie’s eyebrows raised. “You’re right, it’s NOT bare….yet!”



The expert tickler took hold of the boy’s athletic shorts and underwear on both sides, and before Ryan could say a word, Natalie gave his last bit of clothing a strong yank downwards!

The stretched out gamer boy let out a short little yell of “YAHH!” As he felt his athletic wear being pulled down!

Natalie stopped when the waistband arrived at the lowest possible level!

“NOW his belly is bare!” My friend exclaimed with glee!

The boy’s modesty was preserved, but not his psyche! Seconds ago, those parts of his body were covered! The unexpected motion and sudden sensation of cooler air on his low tummy just about made him faint with embarrassment!

“JESUS! Natalie!” Ryan blurted!

“Relax….” The physio student said. “You’re still covered! Privacy is never was gonna be an issue!”

The boy stammered “Yeah! Okay! But—-“

“Ryan….” Amy interrupted, using her motherly voice again. “You need to trust us….We aren’t going to undress you …Or hurt you…..”

“But what ARE you gonna do?” The gamer asked again! His mind was coming to realize where things were heading…And he didn’t think he wanted to hear more—-But somehow, he did—-He was so confused!

Natalie smiled. “You’re all stretched out, your belly’s all bare….”

Amy interrupted again. “Your feet as well!” She laughed as she tugged off his no shoe socks!

A groan came from the boy!

The physio student resumed. “All stretched out….You can’t even move, can you? Especially your belly….”

“Noooo….” Whimpered Ryan. OMG! To a tickler, the sound of his tremulous voice was delicious!

“What?” Natalie smiled. This is one of her favorite parts—The full awareness of the restrained boy!

“You’re gonna tickle me!” Exclaimed Ryan! The look in his eyes and face were adorable to his ticklers!

“Yeah….” Amy nodded. “We are!”

“But just a little bit, right?” The boy stammered. Silence from the two was sort of terrifying, as in ‘I don’t wanna be tickled but it will be over quick so its okay’ sort of way!

“I mean, you’ve already tickled me loads!” The gamer bargained.
“That should be almost enough!” He was breathing faster now.

“Oh, Ryan….” Natalie said, her fingertips started to touch his skin just above his waistband. “No…..Not nearly enough…..”

“Ohhhhh God!” The boy whimpered.

“Not til we’ve tickled you to absolute bits….” My tickler friend said.
Her voice was not even threatening…She was just…Stating the facts.
That was the thing about Natalie and the group tickling someone…They didn’t play around with idle threats or taunts…They made sure the boy knew he was going to be tickled….And how much!

“Pleeeeese!” Ryan begged. “Pleeeeese don’t!”

“But we can’t waste this opportunity…” My tickler friend said.
“It’s gonna be fun….” She added. “First we’ll do your tummy…Then maybe you’re feet!”

“OMG! NO!” Ryan bleated out!

“Oh….” Amy smiled. “Are your feet ticklish?”

The gamer boy tried to cover his admission, but it was useless! Amy was all ears when it came to hearing confessions.

The stressed out boy was panicking now! “NO!” He automatically answered! It’s just the way ticklish boys are—They’ll say anything to avoid a tickling!

Amy smiled. “Now Ryan…Be sure and tell the truth….Natalie and I just hate it when boys lie!”

“Okay! OKAY THEN!” The gamer exclaimed! “YES! My feet are ticklish!”

Amy touched his head in a soothing way. “Thank you Ryan…For big so honest with me!” She stroked his hair.

Natalie touched his fingertips to both sides of his torso as she smiled, “Ribs?’

“JESUS!” Ryan blurted, squirming at the lightest of touches from my tickler friend’s fingers! The boy HATED how easily he showed his weakness! It was so embarrassing! And he had a couple friends in the audience, no less!

“Aha!” The physio student said. “Well…Thank you!” She kept her fingers touching there for a few moments before letting her hands return to his belly area.

Ryan was freaking out now, hysterical about the girls’ mentioning three separate areas to target on his helpless stretched out body! He was contemplating his fate, wondering which area they would choose!

“Which spot are you gonna do?” The gamer boy asked, his voice again tremulous, tentative….Hoping against hope they wouldn’t pick his ribs!

“Oh, Ryan…” Amy smiled. “We’re gonna do all those spots! All very thoroughly….”

My tickling friend said “Yeah, we do ‘em all…Like I said, you’re gonna be tickled to absolute, itty bitty bits!”

Ryan’s face fell and his heart sank as he fully realized his true fate and the depths of the tickling torment the girls had planned for him!

But before he could collect his thoughts to try to talk his way out, his physio student practitioner announced the start of his….experience!

“Its time we took a tour of your tummy..” Natalie grinned. “You need to know where my fingers will be…working.”

“WHY?” Ryan asked, his tone was one of annoyance!

“In case there’s a test!” Chuckled my friend.

“There might be questions!” Amy beamed.

Natalie used the remote to adjust the height of the bed just a bit and angle it so the boy’s tummy was just a tiny bit more level. This left Ryan all stretched out…his upper torso just the smallest bit downward, so his tummy was flexed all the way without being painful.

“Now…” The main tickler said. “Let’s check this out!”

“CHRIST!” Ryan squawked! “I can barely move!”

“We’ll see…Natalie grinned. “So you can’t move your belly at all?”

“I- I don’t think so!” The boy stuttered. God what was she gonna do?

The tickler girl said, “I’m gonna touch it….Right along the lowest part…the low tummy….Just see if you can move it when you feel it.”

“Please, Natalie!” Begged Ryan! “I do anything! Just stop!”

“You can’t mean that yet!” Laughed James. “They haven’t even started yet!”

The boy was huffing and puffing in anguish, knowing something bad was about to happen!

“How about here?” Natalie asked.

The girl used a single fingernail to touch his taut tummy flesh….


OPMGOMGOMG! The ticklish part of the boy’s brain awakened!!!

That single fingernail was like an electric shock on the tight skin! Everyone in the clinic could tell that Ryan was reacting to that single touch….You knew his body was quivering from the inside…but nothing else happened! Any normal responses of squirming or twisting or bucking —-They were all taken away by the expertly placed athletic tape restraints and his maximally stretched out position on the flexed table!

“This is the low tummy line….” Said Natalie.
The boy whimpered at that comment.

Inside the control room, Ben asked, “Why is she saying it like that?”

He was obviously cringing on the inside seeing his friend in such a helpless, and now ticklish state!

“So he’ll know what she’s doing, and where…” I informed him.
“Plus, the video camera is recording his exam and treatment!”

“AND his tickling?” Asked Tiffany, her eyes wide and gleaming.

“Oh yeah….” I chuckled. “ESPECIALLY his tickling!”

“Ahhhhh…”. The girl’s face was one of deep appreciation for the insight I was giving them.

“Jesus!” ‘Said the guy friend. “How embarrassing!”

“Yeeah….” Was the comment that both Tiffany and I said in unison.

Then I added, “Just wait until they have him tickled so much his mind turns to mush!”

Back in the exam room, poor Ryan was having a terrible realization!

My friend’s nail was grazing from side to side along his tender belly flesh, and he was going crazy! He found out he couldn’t move his belly to escape the sensations! And the girl wasn’t stopping!

In his mind, the boy was bucking and writhing on the table…But he could tell his body wasn’t responding to those commands!

“Oooooohhhh…” The gamer boy whimpered and moaned.

“Awwww,” Murmured Natalie. “Can’t you move?’

Noooooo!” Ryan groaned. His eyes were wide and hysterical as he tried to think of a way out!

My friend just skimmed from side to side with one fingernail, then added another from her other hand.

“OMG! OMG!” Ryan half shrieked, half giggled. It was a reflexive giggle, in that defensive tone in which you are responding when you don’t know what else to do!


“What’s the matter Ryan?” Amy asked.

“Jeeeeeze it TICKLES!” The poor boy gurgled!

Natalie smiled. “Oh now Ryan…It can’t be tickling…I’m barely touching you!”

My friend added the rest of her fingertips with her just long enough nails and began an insidiously light grazing with four fingers from each hand.
She started at the midline, moved outward to the outer borders of his lower tummy, and then back again.

To the stretched out boy, it was maddeningly soft, but the relentless grazing just kept at him. Ryan swallowed and huffed a little, and tried closing his eyes, as if concentrating harder would block the sensations!

But he was wrong…So wrong! Because the incessant teasing created a new feeling. The boy felt a tiny little tremor in his muscles, one on each side, on the line his tormentor was following!

Almost before he felt the tiny little spasms, Natalie did as well! She immediately stopped her side to side motion and used a fingernail on each hand to touch at the trembly little spots of quavering flesh!

“Oooo!” Murmured Natalie. “I found something!”

“Oh Gaaaa….” Groaned Ryan.

“Those are spasms…” Said the physio student. She loves to teach! “Can you feel them?”

The boy whimpered “Ye-Yess!”

“And where am I touching?” The young woman asked.

The boy was surprised by the question….He gurgled as Natalie stayed right on the quivering spots….Chasing each moving, spasming spots of skin with a fingernail….Scritching…and scratching! He was trying to think…

“My tummy! My tummy!” Gasped the boy!

“Not quite…” Said instructor Natalie. Scratching…scratching the flesh as it quavered up and down!

“Oooh ho!” The boy was freaking out! “Low tummy! LOW tummy!” Was his next attempt.

“Goood!” Said Natalie.smiling at her prize pupil!

Hearing the only slightly older girl speak to him like a preschooler learning his lessons was quite embarrassing!

“Oh my,” Amy smiled. “Are you blushing?”

Ryan started to reflexively say ‘No’ but caught himself!

“N—“ He started but quickly changed his tune to “Maybe…” He surrendered his pride to the obvious! His face was warm and felt flushed.

Natalie grinned. “Now THAT’S a good boy!”

Ryan cringed inside, and blushed even more—Obviously VERY self conscious about his weaknesses and the girls’ ability to tease him to bits!

Inside the control area, Ben’s mouth gaped as he said “Aww jeeze!” In a tone of shock and sympathy— Like ‘Aww, I’m glad that’s not me!’

Tiffany was also watching the interplay between her friend and Natalie and Amy and she let out the same word.

“Aaaawww….” Ryan’s friend murmured, in a tone of appreciation for the adorable scene playing out before her.

One was watching with satisfaction mixed with trepidation, the other with satisfaction and admiration!

As a switch personality, and having been in both roles with Natalie and the group, I understood both attitudes of the new spectators.

In the exam room, the stretched out boy was still enduring the sensations of Natalie’s fingernails following small areas of quivery flesh just above the waistband of his athletic shorts! Just when the captured boy felt as though the spasms were diminishing, he heard his tormentor erupt with glee.

“Ah!” Sang Natalie. “There’s more!” She moved her fingertips to slightly depressed areas on both sides of his lower tummy, more to the outside edges of his abdomen and still lower than his belly button!

“These little hollows are called ‘tummy dips’….” The tickler said.

As her fingertips teased those two areas, Ryan felt his muscles spasming again! And just like before, the tickler girl honed in on those spots, touching and teasing them right through the tiny movements. Every movement of his tummy flesh and her fingers increased his ticklishness, and he was quickly beside himself again in anguish at her incessant playing!

The difference was that Ryan was hyper-sensitized! Natalie’s switch from one site to the next was quick and seamless, and gave him no respite from the constant ticklish sensations that were flooding his poor male body and brain! It was like his tickled level had been zero at the start of her tummy tour, risen to like an 8 of 10 of the ‘how bad does it tickle’ scale, but now after switching spots, he never went below 4-5, and each touch of her nails brought it up higher! That constant undertone of tickling also kept his adrenaline level high as well, which only served to keep him smoldering in ticklish agony!

“Oh No…Oh No…Oh…Jeeze!” Ryan babbled. He was just now feeling how the constant, slow tickling was working to keep him at a very mind jangling level of pressure! With his tummy flexed open and taut, he couldn’t move but mere millimeters! Natalie went on and on with the teasing of his spasming flesh! Trapped with no relief in the offing, his ticklishness kept increasing! His brain began bouncing inside of his head with thoughts of whenisthisgonnaend and omgthishasGOTtoend ! Then it was howcanIgetthistoend !

“FUCK this tickles…..” The boy said out loud, but to no one in particular! It was pure primal reflex drawn from his core by Natalie’s exquisite fingers!

The girls and James smiled knowingly….When you tickle a nice, quiet, well-behaved boy into saying foul language…Well, that’s when you KNOW he’s at his mental limits!

The boy looked around, his eyes frantic to find relief from someone, anyone! He saw James’ merciless face (God, why was he still in the room?)! The gamer locked eyes with Natalie….Her fingers just kept going.

“What?” The tickling girl asked, as if she hadn’t a clue as to why the boy would be going crazy inside his head. Maybe she didn’t know how BAD it was tickling….But he couldn’t speak! His voice was only able to whimper!

So he whimpered—And looked at Amy! The sweet faced girl was close! She looked sympathetic! She touched his head, feeling his hair just above the top of his ear.

“Awwww,” The fresh faced girl murmured. “What’s the matter?”

OMG! This ‘innocent game’ they were playing was wrecking his mind!
But at least THIS girl understood!

“I—It tickles….” The boy said meekly.

“Is it bad?” Amy asked.

Jesus in Heaven! How could the girl NOT know that! Ryan’s brain was screaming in protest, but what came out from his lips was a weak effort!

“Yes…it IS….” The boy whimpered! He was trying to control himself! To not become weaker…To stay looking ‘manly’ in the midst of this doom! “Pleeease,” Ryan begged, his eyes pleading with Amy in earnest.

The fresh faced young woman knew the language of tickle stressed boys—She knew poor Ryan wanted her to tell Natalie to at least go easy, if not to stop her relentless, teasing torture.

Stroking his hair, the sweet faced Amy said, “You’ll be alright, Ryan…It’s only tickling….”

Ryan whimpered again…this time, in a tone of defeated helplessness! He now knew that true help was not going to be found in any of his ticklers! His heart sank deeper and his mind buzzed with the thoughts of ‘How much tickling will they do?’ And more importantly, ‘How much tickling can I take?”



“How’s he doing?” Natalie asked her friend Amy.

“Oh, he’s fine!” The sweet faced accomplice smiled.

Oh God…Ryan thought to himself! The talking ‘about him’ and not ‘to him’ was just—-Mind bending! It was as though they were ignoring his ticklish plight…Or maybe worse—They just didn’t care how intense it was becoming for him!

Natalie’s fingers were incessant….Continuing to prey on those tummy ‘dips’ as the boy’s muscles flinched. She only moved to change locations when another area began shivering from the ticklish stress! Then her fingertips would seek out the ‘weakest’, most vulnerable spots and home in there, doing the light little Ler dance of destruction!

Amy’s “It’s only tickling!” Comment was seared in Ryan’s brain!

‘Only tickling’ was what your older sister did playfully and quickly—A little poke in the ribs to get you to move out of the seat SHE wanted!
‘Only tickling’ was what you felt when a friend was trying to see how touching you that way would make you act silly!

No, this was much more than ‘only tickling’, and it was obvious that my tickler friend wasn’t going to stop!

The more her fingers teased, and touched, and grazed, and now…Oh Dear God the pressure was increasing! The tickling physio student was adding more pressure with her fingertips! Everything was becoming more intense for poor distraught Ryan! More noises came from his lips…huffs and puffs and swallowing noises…gutteral little groans as her fingers just kept teasing, increasing his level of ticklishness!

The boy tried squirming and twisting but it did no good! He squinched his eyes shut and opened them wide…And repeated this a few times to try to tolerate the onslaught of endless sensations! Then he kept his eyes open, trying to seek Natalie’s face again! His lips parted, as he began more mouth breathing…That was a sure sign of increasing ticklish stress, as your body wants and needs more air then can be taken in by your now flaring nostrils!

In his barely able to focus vision, Ryan saw Natalie shift a bit closer to his head. Now that she was standing closer to the bend of the table, Ryan felt her fingers still grazing on his tummy while he felt her stroking his hair. The boy’s eye’s told the story—They looked into Natalie’s eyes, pleading for relief! There was also a little noise from his lips…a whimpering little cry that from the depths of his soul, begging for mercy….

“Awww,” Natalie murmured. “Is this too much for you?” She knew the answer.

OMG! Ryan thought. Finally she understood!

With his mouth hanging open, his eyes blurring, the boy nodded slightly in a signal for ‘Yes..’

His voice kind of squeaked “Uh huh…..” In a pitch higher than normal for an 18 year old boy. It just showed his stress under the girl’s relentless tickling!

Natalie smoothed his hair. “But we aren’t done yet, Ryan! You have so much ticklishness left to explore…”
Then my tickler friend left the boy’s hair alone, so she could use both hands back on his tummy.

Ryan let out a pitiful little moan as he panted in response…And some bit of tears formed in his half focused, glazed over eyes…

In the control area, the members of the group who had been playing on their devices earlier were now watching the activity with much higher attention. They all knew that although the basic tickle torture sessions had similar beginnings, once Natalie and Amy got going, the physical action would lead to a variety of unique psychological interactions that were different for each boy. In all honesty, that was one of the biggest draws of the tickle tortures! All were unique experiences for all the participants—Ticklers, Ticklee, and the members who usually just held the subject down!

Today, the physiotherapy table with its flex features and the expert use of athletic tape to fasten the boy down allowed the usual holders to simply observe the activity. They all appreciated the opportunity, but not even as much as Ryan’s two friends! Both the boy and girl were very enthralled with the whole process! They each brought their own viewpoints to the viewing of their mutual friend enduring an intense tickling of a lifetime. And on the topic of viewing their friend, both friends were in total AWE of how much of Ryan’s torso and tummy were exposed! His stretched out form..The table flexed…Nothing on but his athletic shorts…And those shorts pulled down to the lowest level that still maintained privacy…Every inch of his tummy flesh…Every line of every dip and hollow…His rib cage prominent and pointing upwards…He was incredibly bared for everyone to see!

Ben was the typical young man who was probably more ticklish than he would ever care to admit….But now was watching his best friend caught in the clutches of the two main ticklers of the group as they played with his body and mind like a puppet….With their tickling the strings that were making him squirm, quiver, laugh and yes even cry…All for the group’s viewing pleasure! Ben saw the poor boy as having only one garment left, with every inch of his defenseless tummy and torso exposed!

To be sure, Tiffany was transfixed by the physical motions, methods, and techniques used—-But it was the mental games that really made an impression on her! How Natalie and Amy were using the boy’s own self-consciousness, shyness, and vulnerability of his own lack of clothing to fully expose his sensitivities for all to see! The baring of his torso and tummy did wonders to increase his sensitivity to much higher levels, especially when the young women used their exquisite touch to ignite the fires of ticklishness hidden deep within his brain!





In the exam room, Natalie was finished up with the lowest areas of the boy’s tummy…She slow walked her fingers to the sides of his navel, where a set of hollows were located on either side of that landmark.

“Know where I’m going next?” My friend asked.

There had been so much teasing of his lower tummy that the boy was becoming less vocal at this point.


“Uhh..” Ryan gurgled. His breathing was a bit faster now…He was obviously becoming more hysterical in his helpless state!

Standing close to me, Tiffany half whispered, “His belly button…”

“Wrong answer…” I said. “Everyone thinks that!”

“Really?” The dark haired observer queried.

“The belly button is almost NEVER the most ticklish spot!” I reported with a grin.

“Where then?” Ben asked, his eyes frozen on the action going on the exam table.

“Those higher tummy hollows!” I replied.

From the speaker we could hear the tickler girl talk to her client!

The gamer boy was lightly panting.

“Right here….” The tickler girl said. “More tummy dips….On the higher side of that ticklish tummy!”

“Aaaahh…” Murmured Tiffany, here eyes glistening in discovery!

“Huhhhh….” Ben responded, responding in his own frantic awareness of male sensitivity!


Meanwhile, Ryan felt Natalie’s fingers touch a low spot on the left side of his high tummy area….Touching, then tickling!

The boy gurgled and moaned, his breathing becoming faster!
“And right here….” She said with a knowing authority, teasing and tickling a new little depression on the right side of his landscape of abdominal flesh!

Her fingers scratched and dabbled in the hollows. Then she began a firmer caressing of those hot spots, creating more and different sensations that surged into his body and mind!

The poor boy was becoming more frantic by the second! You could see the confusion on his face that meant he clearly could no longer think straight! And he was so distraught over the endless tickling that he was unable to form words!

But his face and eyes were able to tell his story—An interesting tale of hypersensitivity and overstimulation!

“Oh, poor boy….” I smiled, not sounding compassionate at all, but a little sarcastic at his plight! “They’re really getting to him now! You know when it gets hard to talk the guy is just going nuts on the inside!”

“Christ!” Ben blurted! “How do you KNOW this stuff?”
“And how do THEY know all this stuff!”

“I’ve been part of this group for awhile now,” I replied. “Believe me—They know what they’re doing!”

Natalie must have read my mind, because her next statement to the gamer served as a great explanation for Ben.

“Amy and I have tickled LOADS of boys….” My friend smiled, watching Ryan’s eyes widen at that knowledge! Then she added, “You’re all the same!”

Before he could answer, Amy said “Yeah, all of you think the belly button is the worst, but it’s hardly ever true!”

“We should check it out though…” said Natalie. “Just in case…”

Ryan whimpered.

“Now hold still!” Amy said, and then laughed lightly. “Oh, sorry— I forgot!”

The boy looked as though his body shivered from just her words as more tickling was getting near!


Back in the control room, Ben murmured, “I can’t believe this!”

I spoke up. “Yeah, I told you those two are really torturous! They can really do a number on these boys!
The male friend of Ryan asked, “These boys?”

“Yeah…” I said. “The ones they decide to tickle!”

The spectator asked. “How many again?”

“Oh, gee….” I murmured . “Quite a few…15…20, maybe!”

Ben murmured, “Oh God!” His voice was a combination of awe and sympathy…and maybe a bit or terror, contemplating the girls’ obvious tickling skills!

Tiffany had leaned closer to the glass nearest the doorway.

“Yesssss…..” She smiled, “This is soooo good!”

Ryan felt himself shiver from the inside, and did give a little attempt to move a bit, to flinch his body to see if any bit of freedom was possible!

Amy grinned at his attempted movements. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere…”

The poor guy moaned in apprehension.

“Now….” Natalie said. “I’m gonna tickle your belly button…” Her fingers searched the inner edges of his navel, teasing expertly.

The boy spasmed a little, but not much else—except for some short breaths!

“Yeah, not much there!” Stated Amy.

“Now here….” The expert tickler spoke, moving back to the tummy hollows pressing down into those depressions on either side of the boy’s mid tummy! Her thumbs caressed and ‘milked’ the sensitive flesh!

After the mostly neutral belly button activity, the added sensations of her fingers and thumbs on his tummy dips was maddening!

“Heeerrrrgghgh” Gurgled out Ryan, his head bucking up a bit and then back down!

Natalie said, “Ooooo, now THERE you go!”

Ryan’s eyes were bugging out out! His head turned back and forth a bit in anguish as he tried to defuse the sensations!

“That’s WAY better than the belly button….” Amy said. “Isn’t it?”

“Nod your head…” Gurgled Natalie. She didn’t say ‘If it was true because she KNEW it was true!’

The poor thing nodded his head quickly a couple times, his frenzied face saying what his lips couldn’t! That they were just tickling him soooo BADLY! And you knew a great deal of his response as boy was simply from his ticklish body and mind getting decimated by the two spritely girls! People who mention girls as ‘the weaker sex’ are just plain wrong!


Ryan’s dips were quivering and Natalie was following them relentlessly—Those ticklish areas were NOT going to escape her expertly delivered sensations. Her fingertips grazed and teased, pressed harder to caress the ticklish flesh in a motion that sent more and more tickles into his body and brain!

Then came small involuntary jolts that signaled the higher, hyper reaction of his body to her relentless fingers! If he’d been tickled while simply laying on the couch, the boy would have twisted and turned to reduce the the stimulation and escape the tickling.

But strapped down and stretched out as he was, and already tickled so properly and thoroughly, Ryan was allowed no movement to reduce the tickling pressure created by the two young women! His body was SEETHING for escape! The jolts were his primal instincts coming out to try to eliminate that danger, that overstimulation—And he was trapped and unable to break free from the constant touch of Natalie’s tickling fingers! All he could do was feel his body spasm in futility as guttural little sounds escaped his lips, hoarse panting escaped his lungs, and wide-eyed pleading came from his eyes—Those gleaming, now only half-focusing, tickled boy’s eyes!

A tickle torturer could alternate levels to get to a tickler’s senses….Going from 0 to 10 in stages, pausing at say 4-5-6 before moving onto 7-8, then to 9-10…And maybe alternating back and forth from level to level! This would push the subject to their limits, but the still might be able to converse or think!

Natalie and her tickling friends liked getting a boy quickly into the higher modes of 8-9-10 at each hot spot! Then they would expertly keep their subject there, at their highest levels of ticklishness— Keeping him in a constant frenzy, until they were satisfied they had seen ALL his responses! At these higher levels of constant ticklishness, it was impossible for the poor boy to speak coherently or to think clearly! It became a very primal situation where he was reduced to just responding reflexively and thoroughly to the relentless tickling—-Until the girls had him in a state where he was drained of any more coherent response! That zone of being totally ‘tickled out’ !

As much as Natalie and her friends loved to see the boy’s frenzied state, there were times during the tickle torture session when they slowed or paused their motions. These pauses were not given simply because the tickling was too much for him! Their ‘mercy’ was to allow some questioning of the overstressed subject, mainly about what HE thought of the tickling so far! This gave the group some entertaining feedback on how the boy was doing, but also let him have a chance to confess his ticklishness and weakness to the entire group!

The feedback was entertaining because they were pausing to ask questions of a boy who was so stressed by their tickling that he could barely think or form words! Seeing and hearing the boy try to regroup his mind in mere seconds for Natalie’s questioning was sweet fun!

The pause would allow him to have a much needed rest from the relentless fingers…But ONLY if he answered the questions! If the stressed boy tried to use his ‘break time’ for anything other than answering a tickler’s specific questions, full on tickling would be resumed!

The pauses for questioning occurred after she was finished on a certain area! Currently, that area was the tummy dips or hollows where she had been teasing for what seemed like forever.

From my experience with the group, I knew there was going to be a break, and I could sense Natalie’s fingers slowing.

“Pay attention to this….” I murmured quietly to the two new spectators beside me in the control room.

Both Ben and Tiffany increased their attention to the session playing out before them.

Out in the exam area, Natalie slowed her fingers, allowing her tickle toy to recapture some bit of physical calmness and mental relief from her relentless torment!

“How are you doing so far, Ryan?” Natalie asked. Her fingers were now fully paused, but still resting on his mid tummy.

“O-Ok-a-a-y….” The boy mewled. He had been so hysterical and then frenzied for awhile—This pause was a great relief!

“How did the tickling feel? “ My friend continued.

Ryan was still trying to collect his thoughts, so he didn’t answer right away.

Natalie went on… “C’Mon…you gotta say how it felt! Or are you just pretending it tickles that much?”

“Uhhh…Umm…Well…” Ryan started to form an answer, but as he continued he made a mistake!

The boy continued talking, but not answering her questions! “You…Uhh…I mean you need to—“ By the look on his face, and the tone of his voice, my friend could tell he was obviously going to try to advise her on something else and ignore the answer requested!

Immediately, without commentary, Natalie resumed working her talented thumbs and fingers on his tummy once more! His poor body was still on edge from the earlier overstimulation, so he was helplessly back to a frenzied level of ticklishness in hardly any time at all!

Imagine you were being tickled to bits, and your tormentor gave you a break to answer some simple questions…But you were so intent on pleading for more relief that you ignored the desired questions…And now your error was obviously resulting in more tickling!

Your mind would be scrambling, trying to form words or facial expressions to convince the tickler to let you have another chance—Just one more chance, PLEEASE! I promise to get it right THIS time!

But…No! The extreme tickle torturer resumes without further mercy! You had your chance and now its gone! You see your failure in the look of determination in their eyes as they resume their relentless fingering of your hot spots!

And now you feel your body helplessly responding, shuddering under their touch, your laughter returning and coherence evaporating as your mind dissolves back into the frenzied state of a ticklish tickled toy!

That’s where Ryan ended up! Natalie resumed the tickling torment without a shred of consideration for another attempt! The boy had his chance and had wasted it! There was no deliberate meanness in my friend’s heart, just an extreme tickler acting as she normally would when a subject was not following the rules! It’s true he wasted this opportunity, but there would definitely be more to come!

The two spectators were once more in awe of the situation!

“Jesus…” Murmured Ben. “I wouldn’t know what to do either…”

“Yeah,” Tiffany smiled. “You’d try to argue when you should just answer the questions! Boys are slow learners….”

“That’s why the girls are so thorough…” I grinned. “They truly LOVE teaching the boy about his ticklishness and how to share that knowledge with others!”


My friend kept tickling the boy’s sensitive spots, concentrating on the hollows of both his low and high tummy areas until he was once more a constant mental and physical wreck!

After the dips on either side of his tummy had been thoroughly massaged and tickled, Natalie looked at some new territory and began working into the soft areas just under the rib cage itself!

“I’m at the abdominal area, Ryan!” My friend reported. “The highest spot of your upper tummy!”

My tickler friend was tormenting the new area of un-tickled flesh!

His voice was halting as his attempts at communication were even weaker! Ryan moaned meekly in the throes of personal anguish!

“You’ll be okay….” Amy murmured, looking him in the eyes!

“Yeah,’ Natalie smiled. “You’ll be surprised how much your body can can take!”

Even in his frenzied state, Ryan heard that last comment and knew how badly the tickling was going to be and that it was not going to end anytime soon!

With that, my friend was skimming her nails in that soft area under his rib cage. Where the bones curve into a point that meets at the bottom of his sternum. The reflex position, with his upper and lower body bent open in the middle, his abdomen facing the ceiling, gave the maximal exposure for her fingers to play in that ‘no man’s land’ of sensitive flesh! It was kind of referred to as the ‘underbelly’ and probably ignored by 90% of ticklers!

But Natalie and Amy and the groups weren’t the usual ‘Lers —They relished the idea of leaving no potential hot spot unexplored!

Ryan felt the tingles resuming all over from the girl’s teasing fingers, when she started grazing the thin skin stretched over his underbelly! Then when fingers caressed and danced over the lowest row of rib bones, his ticklishness seemed to increase tremendously!

He reflexively would try to raise his head to see what her fingers were doing!

Strapped down so securely, any slight raise of his head to try to see more of those teasing fingers simply made his tummy and torso more taut and more sensitive under her touch!

Then the boy would tire of trying to see the torturous fingers doing their magic, and he’d simply let his head fall back down against the well padded physio table! But he couldn’t help but keep repeating the process, as if seeing those fingers tormenting him would give him more resistance to their tickling power!

“It’s fun when they just HAVE to try to see what’s happening!” Amy smiled.

“Yeah…” Natalie beamed. It’s like a reflex—They can’t help themselves!”

“And, it doesn’t do them any good!” The sweet faced Amy chuckled.

“Nahhh…It doesn’t” Agreed Natalie. This time her smile and tone of voice was just a bit more…mischievous!

The very effective psychological tactic of talking ‘around’ the helpless Ryan was not lost on the new spectators!

“Jeeeze,” Ben panted from his seat in the observation area. Watching his friend slowly breaking down was clearly affecting him!

Both spectators were amazed at how the two ticklers had Ryan so under their control with the combination of movements of their fingers and the verbal teasing!

Tiffany just murmured in approval.

The new girl gripped the edge of the desk where she was standing, obviously in response to the scene before her!

I just smiled, knowing how all this was drawing her in….

Out in Ryan’s universe, any help from his tickled boy reactions was quickly waning, and his fatigue from trying to see what those fingers were doing to him just made his true resistance weaker! And the incessant fingers of the tickling girl were too much!

The boy was getting really frantic now! That area she was on shouldn’t BE so sensitive! It just wasn’t fair! It was ridiculous how the smallest movements were doing him in…Then came more tickle talk.

“My, my, Ryan….” The physio student said. “You are VERY ticklish here…Much more than I expected.”

The stretched out boy just huffed and puffed, his eyes wide as he glanced up at his teaser! A small noise of acknowledgement came from his lips, but he dared not talk much! He was feeling overwhelmed, as if he’d better conserve his energy and breath to endure the ticklish stress being brought upon him.

“What do you think, Amy?” Natalie asked.

“Oh yes,” The sweet faced tormentor agreed. “Much more ticklish than usual for a boy his age…”

One can imagine the embarrassment THAT comment created in Ryan’s ‘little boy’ brain! Because no matter the age…6….16….18….or older…Statements like that just make the boy’s self consciousness skyrocket and their ticklishness increase by truckloads! And these young women knew how to play with a boy’s mind as well as their ticklish bodies!

“Let’s see how he does with plucking!” Natalie smiled.

Her fingers started a new technique—She used her thumbs and fingertips to grip the bony edges of the lowest row of rib bones, squeeze moderately and pull away, all while keeping the pressure on his flesh! She was ‘plucking’ his rib bones!

And God did that new method tickle! Ryan couldn’t believe how badly that new motion seared the tickling sensations into his body and brain!

“Guhhhh!” He grunted. More shivers coming from his core….

“He’s really responding to this!” Natalie smiled. And she continued doing that motion, making his ticklishness increase!

“Can you imagine this after some oil?” Amy smiled.

“Of course,” The physio student said. “But we have way more to do before the oil….”

“Going back down to his low tummy?” Amy grinned.

“Ye…Of course!” My tickling friend grinned.

Ryan whimpered as Natalie shifted back toward the foot of the table, back where she could once again have access to his stretched out pelvis.

“I’ll bet he thought we were finished here…..” Amy said, sweetly.

“Oh, no…” The physio student replied. “We have some spots we haven’t tried….”

The noise that came from Ryan’s lips was a delicious combination of a whimpering moan mixed with a reflex little laugh….And a bit of a what I could say was a small sob.

Whatever it was, the sound signaled the tickled boy knew in his heart that even though he had already endured a lot….There was much more to come.

Tiffany recognized that as well, and as Natalie prepared to resume her tickling assault, the newest observer slipped out of the control room and into the exam room. She quietly stood where she would be out of the way, but have a much closer view of the remainder of the session! Ben rolled his chair into the doorway so he could see more as well and I could keep giving them both information!



Natalie was now standing to the side of Ryan.

“So Ryan, “ My tickler friend said. “The next spots we’re gonna do are your hips, starting with the hollows just inside your hips creases.”

The boy was not fully recovered from the experience of having his tummy dips worked over, so he was still not coherent enough to form words or present much mental resistance to another round of tickling!

Natalie began with her fingertips in the boy’s hip hollows, the grooves just inside the hip creases that ran from his groin all the way up to the hip bones proper—The bony prominences that were on either side of his waist.

“First we’ll see how light grazing goes….” The young woman smiled, letting her fingers and nails trail up along his creases.

That light touch up both sides of his low tummy area at once was BAD! The boy started quivering, lightly at first, but the quivers quickly turned into more obvious shaking! Along with his shaking came laughter! Not the stark guffaws of sudden episodes of laughter brought on by fast, vigorous fingers—This was more of a grunting, groaning, panting laughter, borne of the slow grazing methods that had been wearing his resistance down!

“Hhhmmmffff” and “Ooorrrrfff” were the first inklings of uncontrollable sounds coming from his partially open lips but his clenched teeth!

I could see the poor boy straining to hold up against Natalie’s incessant fingers…Grazing…..Her nails scraping lightly over his sensitive skin!

He was doing his best to hold up when I saw my friend concentrate on a couple spots!

“Oh man…” I murmured to the new ones in the room. ”She found some little spasms….”

The two friends of Ryan just watched, mesmerized by the sight of their companion starting to crack under the relentless pressure.

If he hadn’t been so stretched out, flexed and secured with athletic tape on all four limbs, his body would have shaken right off the table! But being so restrained, all poor Ryan could do was shake and shudder WITHIN the confines of his bonds!

Natalie spoke to her assistant. “How do you think he’ll do with us tickling his hips?”

Amy smiled, “Well, he’s doing pretty well….so far….”

But then my friend made her way up to his actual hip bones, grazing her nails on the thin skin covering his bony ridges! That thin, ticklish skin was so sensitive, especially in his fully flexed position, with his tummy and pelvic area ‘opened up’ for maximal exposure!

You could see little spasms happening under her exquisite touch, all along that ticklish trail, and how Natalie would pause at each one for some extra playful scratching before moving onward! But when she reached the end of the sensitive path, she had more ideas!

“Pay attention…”. I smiled. The watchers perked up!

Taking full advantage of her tickle toy’s most vulnerable position, Natalie began using all four fingers as a unit! With her fingertips held in a tight row, her fingernails on one hand could act as one single debilitating instrument of teasing, tickling torture!

The talented tickler girl began using those close knit rows of nails and began a brushing or ‘strumming’ motion to tickle his stretched out hip hollows!

Ryan shrieked at her new actions, his pelvis bucking a few millimeters under the restraints! He then fell into a series of gurgling grunts and groans of laughter!

“Yahhh!” Howled the boy , followed by a cacophony of giggles! There were grunts of “URRRR” and “UUUUH” As he tried to regain control of his responses!

My tickling friend must have had some experience playing the guitar, because her strumming motion was exquisitely effective in sending the boy into low earth orbit!

Her now full tickling motions were SO intense, the boy HAD to try to escape! Those fingers weren’t letting up! Ryan remembered being tickled by his older sister…But she would stop when it was ‘too much’!

But Natalie kept going, causing streams of standard laughter….Until his ticklish spots were overwhelmed by her touch! Suddenly his body JOLTED in response to the overstimulation she was providing! But he couldn’t move…And those fingers did not relent!

“Is he having a seizure?” Asked Ben.

“No..,” I chuckled. “That was just his body, responding to all the ticklish pressure! The little spasms go on and finally it’s like your body has to try to break away from the tickling! It just reacts—Trying to get the fingers off!”
“It looks horrible…”. Murmured Ben.

“You have to remember…” I started a comment that Tiffany now finished!

“It’s just tickling!” The observant girl said, watching the action.

“That’s right…It’s just tickling!” I smiled. “Thirty minutes after they’re finished, he’ll be back to normal!”

I knew that Ryan didn’t share our calmness about his plight!
To the stretched out helpless boy, saying it was ’just tickling’ was kind of like saying it was ‘just fireworks’ exploding on my skin and inside my
head! The sensations in his hip hollows increased, and Ryan’s eyes widened immensely! Finally, his words caught up to his body’s reactions!

“GAA Hahhh…”. He babbled! “Get them OFF!”

He reflexively tried to buck and twist and shift with more fervor—-Anything to break contact with her torturous nails against his sensitive spots!

He even gave a whimpering “Whhhoooaaaffff!” At the same time!

“Uh oh….” Amy chuckled. “I spoke too soon!”

Her eyes were gleaming with victorious satisfaction! Hearing the sweet girls essentially gloating in their ability to create the most extreme responses from their subject was intoxicating!

OMG! This was a tickler torturer’s dream come true! A boy strapped down with EXTREMELY limited mobility and full access to his most incredibly ticklish spots!

The boy was panting in anguish as his brain knew he had no control of any of the experiences he was now enduring!

Before slipping into another state of frenzied laughter, where coherent talk and thought would be nearly gone, Ryan was able to squeeze out a phrase!

“Please…Not there!” Was the simple request from the gamer boy who was trapped and strapped down and now caught in the heights of ticklish distress!!!

From our private talks, I know Natalie LOVES hearing that phrase come from the mouths of her tickled boys! His words served as true recognition for the young woman’s power and talent! In fact, it did seem her eyes gleamed with greater satisfaction as he weakened under her touch!

Natalie’s only reply was. “Really?” Grinning in a most mischievous fashion! Her tone of voice was unmistakable—She wasn’t going to stop
playing in those hollows and creases anytime soon!

Actually, my friend picked up the pace of her strumming, sliding her nails through each hip hollow at the same time! It was no less than excruciating — To both watch and to realize how much it must be tickling! Anyone who has EVER been tickled would ‘feel’ Ryan’s distress…To hear his gurgling laughter…To see him trying to reflexively escape by twisting and bucking even though he absolutely couldn’t move much…That was an intense experience for anyone watching!

“Gaaawd!” I heard Ben say from beside me. His palms were pressed to the side of his head, as though seeing this interchange between tickler and ticklee was threatening to make his head explode!

“Are you gonna be okay?” I asked the disheveled spectator.

“Y—Yeaaahh…” The inexperienced one murmured, calming himself!

Tiffany, closer to the actual participants, began to edge even closer!

“The hip hollows and hip bones are VERY ticklish spots on everyone!” My tickler friend warned him…Or was she smiling because she was letting the new audience members know the boy’s secrets?
She continued with “Now I’m going to add more pressure!”
One can only imagine the effects of her warnings and explanations had on Ryan’s already stressed out ticklee’s brain!

She started low in his hip creases, holding him with her fingers latched on behind and beside his hip blades. Now her thumbs were right in those hollows and she began massaging the sensitive flesh as she worked her hands northward toward his head!

Then Natalie said, ‘Here comes more pressure!” Her thumbs looked to be going a little firmer and deeper into his muscles as they worked along the boys hip creases!

“Errrrrf!!!” Came the noise from the overloaded gamer’s lips!

Then more panting laughter!

She kept going, her thumbs relentlessly pressing in and slightly vibrating and massaging the area!

The boy’s eyes bugged out more, and he began mumbling some kind of gibberish….But amongst his ticklish distress, we were able to discern his meekly offered words!

“Not there…” Ryan’s whimpered. Pleeease…”

Natalie LOVES hearing that phrase come from the mouths of her tickle toys, so his words did not disappoint the young woman at all! But now, hearing his pleas, it seemed her eyes gleamed with greater satisfaction as he weakened under her touch!

“Hmm…. I have to…” Murmured my friend.

Her thumbs kept moving, wiggling, making small circles in those hollows, pressing in more firmly! Ryan wailed in ticklish agony, then came the grunts and gurgles and giggly laughter from the gamer’s lips that were all fun entertainment for everyone to enjoy!

When she got to the VERY sensitive hip pockets area, the laughs turned upon a notch! His breathing became more ragged as the boy began making shorter little sounds of distress!

Ryan gurgled “OH! AH! Gahh—-Huuuh! “ Was the one syllable series of responses my friend was enjoying as her thumbs pressed in with renewed fervor!

Natalie had found his worst spot!

The massaging of his hip bones went on as he shuddered and shook internally! His eyes were wide and dilated, and his mind was scrambling…He was once again at the point of only feeling her fingers gripping the outer edges of his hips while her thumbs were pressing, delving into his hip pocket areas! What bit of his brain could still think was screaming for relief! It was as though Natalie’s thumbs weren’t just tickling his hips from the outside—Her talented thumbs were so connected to that tender spot, they were ‘drawing’ out his ticklishness! Ryan was obviously helpless in his plight! The words of his thoughts were running together as one tidal wave of ticklish overload! His poor helpless body jolted again from the teasing touches!

“HA!” …” OH!” …”AHAHAHA!” Were some of his laughing noises those delicate female thumbs gleaned from the poor boy! Along with another of Natalie’s favorites….”NO!”…Followed quickly by “PLEASE not there!”

He couldn’t think! The helpless laughter and verbal responses kept on while his desperate boy brain screamed silently!
“OMGOMGTHISTICKLESSOBADWHENSITGONNASTOPHOWCANIMAKEITSTOP!!!!!”

Ryan was frantic AND frenzied! It was like Natalie didn’t even KNOW how bad it was tickling! If she did, she would surely stop or at least give him a break! Couldn’t she TELL how close to insanity he was???

Ryan HAD to somehow tell her, but the boy was in no shape to form words! He looked around with his eyes, again trying to find help! Amy was on his right side, looking down at him….And he noticed Tiffany standing beside him on his left, looking down at him!

At this point, Ryan could only half-laugh and half-pant! And beg and plead….With his eyes!

Natalie also loves it when a boy can no longer speak and only has his eyes left for communication!

All the young women surrounding him basked in the contentment as his eyes, moist from ticklish distress, implored them for mercy…For relief…Even as he was gasping, his mouth half open….And drooling just a bit!

“PLEEEEEEAASE!” Said those sweet little boy eyes! It was simply a helpless but so adorable response to what he was going through…And Natalie just smiled with deep satisfaction.

Amy’s face was comforting as she touched his hair…”You poor thing….” She murmured.

Tiffany smoothed his sweaty left side of his head. “It’s gonna be alright…” She comforted him.

Ryan felt Natalie’s torturous thumbs slow a bit….

His breathing slowed some as he heard my friend’s request.

“What tickles more, Ryan?” Natalie asked. “ Grazing or massaging?”
My friend shortened her question to give the boy a chance at answering!In his current state of mental and physical overload, he wouldn’t be able to process a long question, so she minimized the number of words!

The boy’s eyes were wide and barely able to focus! His body was screaming for him to tell her to stop the tickling, or maybe bargain for relief! Doing that before was the wrong decision and just led to this latest round of intense tickling!

“Massaging! MASSAGING!” Ryan stated. He HAD to let her know how bad the tickling had been!

My tickler friend asked “Have you ever been tickled so deeply before?”

“Nooooo…”. Ryan’s answer was a pitiful little moan.

Natalie, Amy, and all the rest of the group loved the sound he made!

“Good boy!” Natalie smiled at her tickle toy.

Tiffany stroked his hair. “Yes, Ryan…That was a very good answer!”

His friend’s voice had a calming effect. Ryan, still lightly panting, then asked “So, are we finished?”

“Oh, no……” Natalie said. She could almost hear his heart hit the floor with her words. I can’t say she didn’t smile a bit as the boy realized his continued helpless plight!

“Yeah, “ Amy said. “We have loads more to do….”

“Gaaaawd….” Ryan gurgled.

Tiffany kept touching his hair. “Its gonna be alright…It’s just tickling…”





As Ryan did his best to calm himself and breathe slower. His friend’s voice helped a lot, but there was no way he was going to be able to return back to true normal anytime soon! The adrenaline rush from the intense tickling he had just endured left his body and mind on edge!
On a RAZOR’S edge! Even though his tummy and torso had stopped quaking, he still felt stretched tight as a drum mentally! He KNEW the slightest touch to any part of his taut skin would be devastating, and no matter how hard he would try to hold out, that touch would send him right back into a state of frenzy!

Natalie was smiling, holding the controls to the physiotherapy table! One short press on a button, and the table whirred to life! The noise caused the stressed out, stretched out boy to whimper loudly!

“Mmmpph!” Was the sound from his lips! Ryan’s brain was rattling inside of his head with the silent internal comments of “Jesus Christ! What is she doing NOW?”

The table stopped after just milliseconds of movement! He knew he’d been stretched out a mere few millimeters than before! But WHY?

He thought about asking, but deep in his mind he KNEW! He KNEW something more intense was coming his way!

Natalie’s hair was already in a ponytail. In silence, she tightened the hair tie to ensure that none of her strands would be in her way!

The boy looked at my tickler friend with a new degree of apprehension in his eyes! Apprehension and ticklish terror!

Ryan knew he SHOULDN’T ask about it! That would show his self-consciousness about his ticklishness and weakness to her actions! But the battle inside his mind was raging!

He couldn’t help himself!

“PLEASE!” Ryan asked. He was hysterical! “What are you gonna do?”

“Now, Ryan…” Amy murmured. “You know we can’t be finished…We have loads more to do…”

“Oh GOD!” Blurted the terrified boy! His eyes locked onto Natalie’s! “NOT the massaging! Your fingers are too much! PLEEEASE!”

Natalie, smiling after her adjustments to the table and her hair, just looked into Ryan’s pitiful eyes….
“I have something special planned for you…” The tickling girl murmured. Her voice and tone was as sweet as honey, but the gleaming look in her eyes was anything but innocent….

Ryan’s breathing was faster again. He reflexively pulled at his wrists and ankles to check the strength of the tape! It still held!

Sitting near Ben, I murmured….”Whoah…She’s gonna ‘nom’ him….”

“What’s that?” The spectator boy asked.

“You’ll see….” I smiled, keeping my eyes on the playing field. The flat, vulnerable, stretched out field of ticklish boy flesh where Natalie was about to resume playing.

Over at the table, Ryan was busy trying to bargain his way out of more tickle torture!

“Pleeeeese” The strapped down boy wailed softly. His head craned forward, trying to see Natalie’s eyes! He was an adorable mess! His own eyes were frantic, and pleading, hoping to change the minds of the two girls…But especially the physiotherapy student! Ryan knew she was the one in charge! “Natalie!” The boy stated. “You GOTTA stop! PLEEEASE! I’ll do ANYTHING!”

The expert tickle torturer just smiled her innocent / not so innocent smile.

“You boy’s always say that…..” The girl said, so matter of factly that it seemed as if she didn’t even hear his profound begging! Hear him or not, she was definitely ignoring him.

Natalie used one fingernail to lightly graze the boy’s tight skin of his tummy, creating a bit of a spasm….Then moved quickly to his right hip hollow, teasing the flesh there! The tension in his body and mind made Ryan jerk and shudder in his near total immobility!

“Eeeeeh!” The noise from his lips was a mix of a squeal and a cry! His body responded with a half spasm, half jolt!

The appearance of spasms at certain spots was just what my tickler friend was looking for…

“Hmmmm….” She murmured in recognition of her familiar old friends, and leaned in…

Over the next few milliseconds, Natalie opened her mouth wide, and as she leaned closer, her lips curled over her teeth! She pressed her open mouth and lip-covered teeth over the spasming area of his right lower tummy….and began ‘chomping down’ on his flesh, as though trying to devour the sensitive skin and muscle below! She added the ‘nom’ nom’ nom’ sound to instill the full sensory overload of this method!

Once my tickling friend had covered that chosen spot, she could feel the spasms with her lips!

And so could poor helpless Ryan! The seconds after Natalie launched her nomming attack were an incredibly intense experience for the boy! Since his level of ticklishness had not been allowed to wane , Ryan’s level of distress skyrocketed from the first second of Natalie working his tummy over with her lips!

“Geee! Yah! OH HAA!” Was the garbled message from the boy’s lips as he was quickly overwhelmed by the new sensations!

Ryan’s head shot up as much as possible— But he gave up quickly and his head fell back down to the padded table! Those involuntary motions are music to my eyes! Reflex movements like that really show the intensity of the tickling and the true helplessness of the boy to control his responses! At that point, the tickler ‘owns’ the ticklee! Owned meaning that the tickle toy’s feelings and responses are no longer controlled by their own minds and bodies, and they KNOW it! It’s the realization of both parties of who is in control…And who is not!

Without skipping a beat, Ryan was quickly into his version of a mental and physical takeover by Natalie! He was squirming and laughing in response from her nomming lips moving from one spot to the next as my friend followed every spasming area with her talented mouth! Watching her moving from place to place, holding his leg or his hip with a hand while constantly reapplying her open lips, and the sound of ‘nom nom nom ‘ in our ears…It was thoroughly intoxicating !

To poor Ben, it was excruciating! After seeing Natalie’s head bobbing up and down and all around as she feasted on the boy’s ticklish flesh, the spectator was aghast!

“OMG!” Ben blurted. “ Is she biting him?” He was frantic from those thoughts!

“Nooo,” I murmured. “She’s just…like….Gumming his ticklish spots!”

Tiffany was close enough to REALLY see my friend’s action, and was mesmerized by it all. Mostly by how fast the boy had been returned to such a frenzied state of ticklishness, where he was laughing that deeper, ‘tickled to the core’ laugh! It was obvious to even a new spectator that he couldn’t risk trying to talk, because it would use up precious air for his breathing. It was all poor Ryan could do to stay sane—Breathe, laugh, gurgle, snicker—Natalie’s open mouthed nomming was a new level of ticklishness for him…And for Tiffany to observe! She also saw how Ryan was again reduced to using only his eyes for communication!
As Natalie moved from one spot to the next, the boy dissolved into a place where he could only use his head to show a physical response! Everyone could see him just turning his head from side to side in the only significant movement he could make that would help relieve some of the ‘tickling pressure’ as I like to call it!

With playful or regular tickling, you don’t see the full effects of tickling someone, because they aren’t immobilized and the tickler doesn’t stay on a sensitive spot long enough to stress the ticklee to the maximum!
The person tickling relents after the laughter gets high pitched and they let the tickled person off the hook, so to speak.

The tickle torture sessions that Natalie and the group would do were beyond that playful level. Their level of tickling was not to cause painful discomfort but to find the most sensitive areas, create and elicit the most profound responses from deep in the boy’s core, and expose his ticklishness for all to see…not just the group but including the boy himself!

And that is where right now, before Tiffany’s eyes, Ryan was having that deep interaction that was caused by Natalie’s relentless teasing and tickling of spots he didn’t even know were sensitive, to a level he couldn’t comprehend when the session began!

But now here he was….His brain only left to respond by gurgling laughter and panicked, ragged breathing. He couldn’t think coherently against the continual tidal wave of sensations the tickler girl was creating! He could thrash his head from side to side and try to find someone who understood his plight, if only he could catch their eyes.

Tiffany just knew in her innate tickler’s heart not to distract Natalie from her fervent mission. My tickling friend was now applying the nomming action to the boy’s hip hollows, and she wasn’t letting up!

Tiffany was enraptured with Ryan’s pitiful but still deeply adorable look of pleading in his wide, searching eyes as he simply moved and twitched and responded reflexively to the hyper-stimulation!

The new girl saw how Amy was enamored with the scene as well.

In a near whisper, Tiffany asked. “Is she using her tongue on his skin?”

Amy smiled and replied “No…Just lips over teeth, but nibbling his hot spots like crazy! It KILLS!”

Indeed it does….And Amy could no longer stay on the sidelines!

She glanced at her tickling team mate and murmured, “ I gotta join you!”

Natalie lifted her head up just enough to wipe her lips with the back of her hand! It wasn’t because they were overly moist from her saliva, but just to give herself a pause because nomming can be a tiring method for the tickler’s lips!

But that gesture from the tickling girl made it known to everyone that she was wiping her lips in preparation for a another round on the helpless boy’s flesh!

Most importantly, Ryan could see the gesture as his teaser had raised up to give her neck and lips a break! He KNEW she was ‘going in’ for more—The real shock and panic set in as he watched Amy lean over and start in on his left side! The anticipation and then feeling another open mouthed nomming of his quivering hot spots sent his ticklishness through the roof!

If he could have bucked his hips and pelvis, he would have…And if he’d been secured on the floor with pillows under his rump he could press down to give himself at least a tiny bit of relief! But he was strapped down and stretched out securely on this miraculous physiotherapy table, totally helpless and vulnerable as the two young women now worked together with their expert mouths and lips to nibble and nom his ticklish spots!

He did emit a small little groan of anguish as the two girls began devouring the surface of his ticklish flesh at once

Ben swallowed and gurgled, “Jesus…”

I murmured “Yeah…This is gonna be intense for him….”

“You’ve had this done to you?” The spectator asked. He sounded surprised, as if it was impossible for anyone to survive such an experience.

“Uh….Yeah…”. I confessed. And yes, thinking and speaking of being tickle tortured by Natalie and her friends….It made me all shuddery inside! “I have been…”

“God…” Ben moaned. “What was it like?”

“Just what you see here!” I answered. “When you’re in the middle of the tickling, it’s the most intense thing you can ever think of enduring in the whole universe!” Then I went on…

“When its over…There’s relief, for sure! Then you realize how they opened up the core of your being for everyone to see every last bit of your ticklishness! Somehow it doesn’t seem so bad….Sort of refreshing or enlightening…That now you have nothing left to hide from the ticklers or your friends!”

“I dunno….” Ben wavered. “I might be kinda ticklish!”

“Everybody’s ticklish!” I replied. “But you’d survive—Everyone survives! It’s amazing what the human body can take! You just have to remember…” I paused.

Then I continued, “It’s extremely, EXTREMELY intense! But —It’s still just tickling!”

Out in the treatment room, that is exactly what Ryan was enduring right now!

After watching the young man’s adorable responses, his innocence of his own ticklishness, the depth of Natalie’s satisfaction while tickle torturing him to absolute bits… Amy HAD to join in the fun!

The foot specialist proved she had her own skills as she covered a quivery spot on his left hip hollow and began noisily nomming away!

“Guuuhhh HUUUUUUH!” The gamer boy gurgled as both women were now noisily ‘biting’ and nibbling at his taut, tender flesh!
“NOM NOM NOM” Were the relentless sounds of tickling from the two teammates!

It appeared they both just worked at random, moving from one sensitive spot to the next! They did travel all over Ryan’s belly, from low to just under his ribcage! Wherever they found a sensitive spasming spot, they nommed! But eventually they concentrated more in the poor’s boy’s hip hollows and dips, working in the ultra sensitive groove just inside the hip blades that stretched from his inguinal area to the bony crests of his hip bones near his waist.

Ryan was filling the air in the room with a low volume but quite shuddery laugh that he could not stop! Oh, when he did seem to regain a semblance of control from the intensely dabbling duo, he needed the pause to suck in more oxygen for his stressed out brain and body!

His mind was reeling as his body seethed for escape! Neither teaser was leaving those hollows alone! And the girls used another little tactic that increased his sensory overload—While pressing into his tender and sensitive loins with their open mouths, each girl held a hand on the outside of his thigh or hip area to give an opposing force!

Ryan was so securely strapped down, the pressure of their hands was not really necessary! But the feeling of their hands pushing him against their exploring, open mouths just sent him into another level of frenzy!

When both girls were in sync with their nomming and hand pressure, the poor boy could only respond with animal-like grunts of

“AH-OH-AH!” Amid his persistent back ground of gurgling laughter….

Poor Ryan’s brain was melting from the relentless mouth tickling! He tried to shift, to move, to buck, to twist! ANYTHING to get those lips OFF or OUT of his grooves!

He might have just enough air for one significant request! JESUSCOULDHE DOIT?WOULDTHEYHEARIT?WOULDTHEYLISTEN? And PLEASEGODPLEASEGODPLEASEGOD….

He WAS able to eke out his ask!

“PLEEEESE GOD NOT THERE!” Ryan babbled in anguish!

There was not a significant pause in their action, but Natalie did lift up briefly, and Ryan did hear their reply!

Amy said simply “Okay!”

Natalie rubbed her lips with the edge of her first finger and murmured,
“Okay, then…”She murmured. The boy almost had a sigh of relief! The he heard Natalie finish her answer…“Right HERE!” She said!

My tickler friend then went back to the well of sensitive flesh spilled out before her, and pressed down with her open lips on a NEW location!

She planted herself on the hip line just below the bony crest of his actual hip bone!

“NOM NOM NOM” Came the noise of a tickler’s satisfaction as she engulfed his tender flesh!

Ryan’s body shuddered in a massive jolt of tickling electricity seared into him! Amy followed her friend’s lead and performed the same maneuver on her side! Both girls together went nibbling on the thin, sensitive flesh of the boy’s hip bones and nearby grooves! They went on, unrelenting, as they kept nomming on those spasms, adding ticklishness on top of ticklishness on top of ticklishness!

His eyes were unable to focus any longer with the unending torment of his hip areas! Ryan’s eyes teared as he blubbered for a few seconds before the weak helpless sobs came out of his mouth!

The two ticklers just kept at him, moving their talented and sensitive lips around the hip pockets areas! The boy reached the silent laughter state of frenzy where his mouth was gaping open and a bit of saliva drooled from his lips! They still didn’t stop! His eyes were totally unfocused as he simply laid there and endured….There was nothing else he could do….except for occasional moans and swallows, the boy was finished talking or even pleading….

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the two young women paused their nomming, and raised up to see the results of their actions. Unfortunately, with their lips on his tummy and hips, they didn’t get to see much of his true ‘meltdown’ face….But there would be more…

The two young women gazed at the tickled out face before them.

Amy reached into a bag she always brought to their sessions. She came out with a bottle of coconut oil, one of the best skin lubricants on the planet!

Ryan felt the cool liquid dribble onto his flat, heaving tummy flesh! If he had any energy left, he might have shivered at the new sensation…But his poor ticklish body was spent!

Natalie, however, had plenty of energy and enthusiasm for some questions….

“What did you think of THAT tickling, Ryan?” My friend asked. “What did it feel like?”

The poor thing was still hysterical from the new and different tickle tortures….Trying to find words…

Tiffany touched his hair again. “Just try, baby…Please…” The new girl’s eyes were warm and pleading for him to come up with an answer before the ticklers’ patience wore thin and their fingers or mouths would resume!

“Okay! OKAY!” Ryan said hoarsely…The laughter had made his voice raspy! He took a deep breath as Natalie listened intently!

“I can’t describe it exactly…PLEASE…I—-“ The poor boy was frantically trying to satisfy the ticklers! “Your LIPS!” Ryan panted! “I couldn’t tell—“

His ability to speak was no where near close to any bit of normal! His eyes though—His eyes were adorable as they BEGGED for mercy!

“Awwww,” Natalie murmured. “It was rough, eh?”

“Y—Yessss…” The boy whimpered. “Pleeeease…”

Natalie looked at Amy, who was still dripping oil on his tummy, and spreading it all over his still sensitized flesh!

“What do you think, Ames?” She asked of the foot specialist.

“Well, he kind of only half -answered your question…”. Amy grinned a mischievous grin. “I think we should just add a bit to his oiled-up tickle torture!”

Upon hearing her plan, Ryan mewled a sound of sobbing desperation…



The reasons for the minor adjustment that Natalie had made with the physiotherapy table was now evident! As Ryan laid there, strapped down and stretched out, the bit of tilt my friend had added to the bed kept his flexed out tummy and torso nearly flat, so the thin layer of oil added by Amy was not simply running off his skin.

The oil stayed in place, to allow a very thin layer of slipperiness to his already sensitive expanse of flesh! Amy used her fingertips to spread the oil further over his upper tummy area and up to the bottom of his ribcage—Natalie chose the lower tummy area, swirling her fingertips in the wonderfully effective lubricant and spreading it on the rest of their ticklish territory.

Then the main tickler began adding more pressure with her fingers, pressing more firmly, continuing to swirl but in tighter circles and patterns! It was quickly obvious to the stretched out boy that Natalie’s intention was to now revisit all his tummy and hip areas once more!

As the first tingles of ticklishness began on his lower tummy area, reawakening his brain and body, Ryan began flinching, his tummy areas started to have little spasms!

“AH! OH! JEEZE!” Was his abrupt response to the renewed tickling!
NO! AH! PLEEASE!” Was the second wave of ticklish sensations that he tried to stave off with his begging!

Like before, Natalie ignored the stretched out boy’s pleas for mercy, but now, instead of a single dry finger, my friend used an oily fingertip to tease all over Ryan’s flesh!

As the muscles began to quiver in earnest from the single fingertip, Ryan’s little sounds of increasing ticklishness filled the air!

“AH FUCK!! OH JEEEZE!” Was a rapid reply, followed by “GOD NO NOT THERE!”

But now Natalie was using all her fingertips to skim over his lower tummy with a firmer, more ticklish touch! The oil made a frictionless playground where more pressure was required to create the same sensations that you’d achieve with dry skin—But at the same time, you would create much more effective tickling sensations! The oil increased the boy’s ticklishness by a tremendous amount!
And the effects were VERY obvious! The boy was quickly overwhelmed by the tickling sensations that were created by the swirling and massaging fingertips! Ryan’s eyes got wider and lost some focus, and he started laughing in a low volume, snickering way!

“Heh HEH! HEE HEE! AH HO!” Was his first laugh offerings as his breathing became faster and his torso rose and fell in anguish as the sensations became too much for him!

Natalie, like before, could feel spasms in the boy’s tummy muscles, and her inquisitive fingertips just keep pressing in on them, in her usual relentless fashion!

When my tickling friend began massaging outward, Ryan KNEW the areas that were next on the tickling agenda…The girl was encroaching closer to his hip hollows!

His brain silently screamed in anguish….

“OMGNOTTHEHIPHOLLOWSPLEASENOTTHERE!”

But what came out of his mouth was a frantic plea:

“Watch your fingers!” Ryan demanded! His eyes were wide with ticklish hysteria, his head flipping from side to side!

“I am….” Grinned Natalie. She was focused on the poor over stressed boy’s face! During the nomming, she and Amy had missed seeing Ryan’s adorable boy ‘melt down face’ because of having to keep their mouths against his ticklish flesh! With the oiled up tummy and hips there would no be such distractions. Natalie could stand up straight, survey his countenance as she explored the playground of his ticklish flesh!

Natalie didn’t need to ‘watch’ her fingers! She knew EXACTLY where they SHOULD be going, feeling the path of the boy’s ultra sensitive flesh as her fingertips crept outward!

And the ticklish, ticklish boy KNEW that she knew!!!

Ryan’s head thrashed from side to side! The relentless sensations kept coming! He was LOSING it mentally as he felt his body and mind going out of control!

“PLEASE!” OH NO!” Came panting out of his gaping mouth!
“DON’T—-!” Were the last words out before Natalie’s fingers reached his slippery hip hollows! Ryan really wanted to say ‘DON’T GO THERE!’ But his tickler’s oily fingers destroyed his concentration!

“Don’t what?” Asked his tickler, smiling so innocently…Like she hadn’t a clue as to what might be bothering him! God, she was so GOOD at this game….

“Eeee—Yuhhhhh!” Was the delightful sound of recognition that Natalie could get from the boy as her fingers slid into his already ticklish hip hollows—Grooves made ULTRA sensitive and even more ticklish from the thin layer of oil on his skin!

The next sound was that of a gasping, almost wheezing laugh…A noise that occurs because the Lee is so hysterical that they almost can’t get enough air in fast enough to form ‘normal’ laughs! The sound was a laugh that only comes from the depths of a boy’s ticklish core!

Natalie’s fingers sliding into his hip grooves set his brain on FIRE!

One might think that once you’ve been tickled to the max, that there would be no higher intensity left to endure! But you would be wrong!
Each round of tickling that Natalie and her friends performed was a separate experience, each with its own unique maximal level of ticklishness! So far, on each area used against him, the poor boy thought it CAN’T get any worse ! But it DID!!!!

Natalie and Amy were finding new heights of ticklish delight (or agony) to ramp him up to a real frenzy!!!


Ryan no longer tried to relieve the tickling pressure by tossing his head back and forth! Instead, his body tried a new tactic of craning his neck backwards into the padding that was under his head! As if stiffening his neck and head would stiffen his resolve against the waves of sensations pouring over and through him!

The next thing the boy noticed was his ability to speak was lessening!
The intensity of Natalie’s talented fingers were overwhelming every bit of him! She began massaging her fingers upwards along his hip hollows following the grooves expertly! The near frictionless oil on his skin was an absolutely insane sensation! The oil allowed his tickler to press along his taut skin, making it ripple ahead of her fingertips, then slide under the pads of her digits, all without breaking contact with his flesh! This allowed no break whatever in his incredibly ticklish brain and body!

Instead of each individual muscle spasming and quaking…..The line of dips and tummy hollows formed one long wave of super sensitive flesh… Flesh that began spasming and then jolting as one! This WAS the very concept of adding ‘ticklishness upon ticklishness upon ticklishness’ that Natalie and her team mates excelled at fulfilling!

To the hyper overloaded gamer, the constant oily stimulation was absolutely maddening! The overly tickled boy began a quick panting laugh of “Hee hee …Hee hee…Hee hee” Before switching to a deeper, gurgling laugh!

Natalie’s fingers could feel the spasms under the oiled skin and she massaged every one of them with care and attention, following the creases up to the areas of his hip pockets and the bony prominences of his hip bones! Wherever my friend massaged, she now created those massive, full body jolts! It was like watching someone rub their dog’s belly in that low spot inside the leg, and the dog can’t keep their leg from shaking out of control ! This was poor Ryan…Only his whole body was trying to shake and shudder and escape those oily hands and fingers! But he couldn’t! Strapped down and stretched out, all he could do was quake and shiver and endure, his moaning laughter and crazed face showing everyone the level of his uncontrollable ticklishness!

From my deep talks with Natalie, I knew how much she enjoyed creating that feeling of helplessness and uncontrollable responses in the boys she tickled! It was the ultimate connection for her to feel her Lee spasming and jolting under her exquisite touch, so much a connection that she said many times she felt their responses not only in her fingers but also deep in her gut…the jolting of the boys’ made it all the way into her own soul…..


Her thumbs swirling in those pocket hollows and then against the bones themselves made him another level of tickle CRAZY! He was gurgling and babbling like a maniac, unable to form words now….Only his eyes were left for another attempt at plea bargaining for relief!

“Gaaaaaawd!” The tickled boy groaned!

Ben was well past the point of internal anguish at watching his friend under the influence of Natalie’s intoxicating fingers! HE was now caught up in the watching, joining Tiffany in an aura of tickling fixation!

Natalie was busy using another delicious method to enhance the boy’s experience to send his brain further into low earth orbit….

With oily thumbs on oily flesh, my tickling friend massaged and pressed against the hip bones with enough firmness to cause her thumbs to slip off the bony prominences and slide onto the surrounding flesh! If it just so happened to be above or on the outside of the hip bone, it tickled the boy! But if her thumbs slipped off and went to the inside or just below the hip bones—-WELL!! Those were excruciatingly ticklish spots already and the oily thumb sliding into them was simply another torturous addition to add extreme ticklishness upon extreme ticklishness!

The sight of Ryan’s body jolting uncontrollably from the thumbs latched onto his hips was an unforgettable scene! His wails of laughter and deep, earthy grunts were sooo delightful….Until one thing made it even better….

Natalie said…”More oil, please!”

Amy was waiting for her cue to help, and she drizzled more directly on the boy’s hip bones! The lubricant spread out quickly over the prominences of his hips, reestablishing the same degree of ultra slippery ticklishness once more!

My tickler friend worked her thumbs in circles with glee, now adding more pressure because the fresh oil gave her perfect slippery conditions that tickled insanely without friction, and allowed her to play the little “Oops!” Game when her thumbs slid off ….


Ryan could feel himself deteriorating into a phase of silent laughter…Soon he wouldn’t be able to speak! He had to try to get them to stop!

“NO MORE….!” He GASPED out those words, but wasn’t finished!

Of course Natalie didn’t stop!

Amy dripped more oil on his hips again! Not because they were becoming dry but just to increase the level of ticklish torture!

“—-THE OIL!” The boy groaned!

“PLEASE!!!!” His eyes were wide, unfocused, and begging.

NO ….MORE….OIL! Ryan panted hoarsely! He was starting to sob in total desperation!

“Oh my!” Natalie’s voice rose in a lilt of satisfaction!

My friend just kept her thumbs going, working his hot buttons like the unrelenting tickler she can be….She wasn’t gonna stop….Ryan sobbed and panted and then cried…Yes cried…with some tears in his eyes!

Natalie kept going, smiling her smile and the look of satisfaction as she watched his once normal boy face become ….His unique, adorable, meltdown face! Mouth gaping and hoarsely breathing …. His eyes sweetly yes SO sweetly begging in surrender!

Luckily for the boy, Natalie’s fingers were a bit tired of the constant tickling….Otherwise, she may have tickled his hips until the next morning—-That’s how adorable his “I’m all tickled out, melt down face truly looked!

As the boy was allowed to calm down…Natalie had her questions…

“Ryan….” She smiled. “How was that compared to the other tickling?”

The boy was still sobbing a little….”You KNOW how bad it was!” The gamer blurted! Then he tried to cover his error! “I mean…IT WAS BAD!!!!”

“The worst?” Amy asked him.

“OMGGGG! The OIL!” Ryan groaned. “You kept putting more on….”

“I did….” Amy smiled. While looking at him, she said, “Oil…It’s time we tickled your feet!”

The foot specialist moved down to the end of the table while Natalie worked the controls.

“I’m putting this position as ‘Memory #1’ so when you finish with his feet, all we have to do is hit the Memory 1 option and the bed will go back to this same degree of flexing and tilt! Like for later, when we do his ribs!” Natalie smiled and continued.

“For doing his feet, I imagine you’d like to see his face!”

The table whirred and went back to a neutral position, with Ryan flattened out. Now his head was level with his feet. To make his position better, Natalie raised the back of the bed to bend forward as well, so he was sitting up just enough angle, like he was sitting in a lawn chair !

“What’s THAT for?” Blurted Ryan! All this preparation was freaking him out quite a bit!

“Relax….” Natalie murmured. “That will keep your head up, so Amy can see your face while she tickles your feet!”

“And you can see everything I’M doing to those cute feet of yours….”
Smiled Amy!

The strapped down gamer boy whimpered in anguish, and his breathing became faster….Again!

“Oh God….” Ryan moaned. The expression on his face was that of ticklish terror— an expression that true tickler’s never tire of creating!

“Oh yes….Perfect! ” Amy grinned and looked at her team mate. “Aren’t you gonna join in?” She was rustling around with a small duffle bag of our tickling tools and accessories.

“No……” My tickler friend mused. “My fingers could use a break!”

“Cool cool….” Amy murmured. “So you’re just gonna watch this part….” The foot girl knew her friend would not be totally inactive.

“Well,” Natalie grinned. “Watch…And you know…Talk about how it’s going!”

“I figured….” Grinned Amy. “You’re such a teaser! I knew you couldn’t resist doing something!”

“Yeah….And rest up for the next part!” Smiled Natalie. “You know how I LOVE doing ribs!”

The boy’s mind was on fire with every terrible ticklish thought of what they may have planned for him!

This game where the ticklers talked around him and about him was absolutely terrorizing for him! It solidified the fact that he was no longer his own person with an independent mind and body!
These two girls had teased him so expertly and tickled him so thoroughly, that now he KNEW their exquisite skills and how he really was THEIR possession!

One might say he was a ticklish instrument to be played by two musicians. The real truth that was now seared into his mind was much more basic—Ryan was simply a ticklish little boy, as helpless as a toy that the two girls were playing with…A ticklish boy toy! The worst part was that he didn’t know when their playtime would end!

Amy had some items all set out for her own personal play time with Ryan. She instructed James and Tiffany to station themselves at the foot of the table, and to be ready to hold the boy’s toes back when she asked!

Amy couldn’t stay silent any longer. She gazed at the boys feet.

“So Ryan….” The foot girl said. “How ARE your feet…Are they very ticklish?”

With his head tilted just that little bit forward, she could see his pitiful face as he pleaded his answer!

“I dunno!” Ryan panted quickly! “Please! I can’t tell cause I don’t know! I haven't been tickled much there!”

“Really…” My foot tickling friend murmured, in a tone of disbelief.
Disbelief that might earn poor little Ryan some extra torturous foot tickling! The gamer boy KNEW his potential punishment, even though he was telling the truth!

“But you did say your sister tickled you…” Amy smirked. “But not your feet?”

The gamer boy was frantic now! He babbled his confessions wildly, hoping she would listen and understand!

“NO!” Ryan gushed! “She only did my ribs! I’m SERIOUS!!!”

His face was delightfully panicked! It was obvious that he didn’t know about his own ticklishness on his own feet! But his hysteria was too much fun to ignore! Amy decided to work his little boy brain even more!

She looked at her friend and said, “What’s your professional opinion, Miss Physiotherapist? Do these feet look ticklish to you?”

“Hmmm, “ Murmured Natalie, joining the game. She studied his feet like she was eyeing her favorite breakfast! Then she spoke….

“Yeah….” My tickler friend said. “No hair to get in the way…Very smooth and clean…THAT”S a big plus!”

“Ye, ye….” Amy was excited, hearing her friend pile on the tickle talk!

“Definitely good arches! Not too high, but not flat! So you’ll be able to tell where exactly where you are whether you’re raking or scratching!”

“Definitely!” The foot specialist agreed!

“And definitely enough creases to hold a decent amount of oil…” Natalie smiled. “When you get to that part!

“Uh huh…” Amy murmured thinking of the next few minutes.

“OIL?” Ryan blurted out! His hysteria increased immensely with the mention of THAT accessory! He had never ever contemplated them using oil on his feet, but he did remember how the lubricant on his tummy and hips increased his ticklishness tremendously, so much so that he nearly passed out from the horribly torturous experience!

“NO!” Ryan’s brain continued in full protection mode!
“SHIT! NOT MORE OIL! You CAN’T!!!!”

“Oh, Ryan…”. Natalie grinned. “You have no idea…..”

“I’m SERIOUS!” The gamer boy said firmly. He was trying to mount a defense..To act tough…..

Neither girl was listening….

The fear and trepidation of what was going to come was quickly seeping back into Ryan’s eyes….
Amy looked at her assistants. “Hold those toes back!” Was her simple instruction.

James took hold of one set while Tiffany secured the other! The new girl had never been involved in an organized tickle session, but she was entranced by the opportunity to join in the tickle play! It was obvious she was thoroughly enjoying herself!

Her eyes were ablaze as she watched for the foot tickling to begin!

Amy stood between his feet and using both hands, placed her fingertips on the very back of his heels. Her fingertips were separated just a bit, so her fingers looked like a rake one would use in the yard.

The foot specialist then used her nails as she performed a very light raking motion, from behind his heels to his toes, and across the whole width of his feet….And then back down again!

Inside Ryan’s head, his brain and his mind SCREAMED in ticklish agony! He had NEVER felt anything like this motion! He really was inexperienced when it came to his own feet being tickled, and the girl’s expertise was already too much for him! But at least he was able to squelch any big reactions!

“Uhhhhhhfffff !” He huffed and shuddered! He also blinked his eyes rapidly, hoping to hold off more reactions! Deep down, he KNEW it would be useless, but the primal space in his boy brain just HAD to try! The foot specialist could easily see behind his attempts to keep his responses hidden!

Natalie, standing at the side of the table and nearer to his upright torso, said only one thing at first.

“Wow!” My tickler friend stated, shaking her head slightly back and forth…As in ‘tsk, tsk…Sucks to be you’.

“That was a good start!” Natalie said, with a little laugh in her voice.

It was obvious that the gamer boy was trying to ‘set his face’ in a stern look, thinking that would help prevent reactions!

“Oh my….” Amy said quietly. “You’re already doing that?” More raking with those nails, up and down…With a bit more firmness.

Just that added pressure made Ryan’s foot and lower leg shake a bit, reflexively trying to break contact with The Foot Girl’s fingers!

“That’s so cute !…..” Natalie’s friend smiled.

“You’re getting him good!,” Natalie opined, grinning.

“Oh yeah….” Amy affirmed. “Let’s see how he likes scratching!”

The specialist switched methods! Instead of raking, where her fingertips and nails were in constant contact with the boy’s ticklish soles,
Amy began the scratching technique!

Scratching is when you start moving your fingertips in a curling pattern, as if each finger is making that well known ‘come here’ motion! But when you do that with your fingertips and nails in contact with the ticklee’s sole, it creates a new and exciting sensation, almost like your scratching an itch!
But since there is no itch to scratch, that motion TICKLES! And to a boy’s poor sensitive soles… It tickles like CRAZY!

“Aaaah!” The boy blurted out, fixing his widening eyes on Amy’s hands at his immobilized feet! As the moving fingers kept at him, he tried to flinch his foot as well!

“I LOVE this!” Amy smiled. “Boys and their cute reactions!”

“Huuuuuuuhhhhhhffff!” The cute boy groaned as if on cue! The sudden increase in tickling intensity shocked him! He pleaded to Amy with his eyes while he gathered his words! After a few seconds he was begging “Please! NO! Amy! C’Mon!….C’MON!”

But his tormentor just grinned and kept performing the same grueling ticklish teases on his feet!

Ryan next tried to lean forward! Of course his bandage bondage held him steady!

“Jeee-Heeeeeze!” Followed by panting, and the boy’s stress level was rising quickly! “Be CAREFUL!” He blubbered! The minute he said that phrase, Ryan wished he hadn’t!

Natalie grinned. “You must be getting close to a really good spot!

"Oh, yeah….” Amy said, matter of factly. “I already knew that—I can feel it in these tendons here! He can’t help it—They’re straining under my fingers cause he wants so badly to get away!”

Natalie came around to look at the bottom of his feet! She could see that tendon in question.
“Ah….” My physiotherapist friend said. “That’s the flexor hallucinate longs tendon… I can even see it straining!”

“Whatever….” The foot specialist said. “All I know is, he’s worried about his arches!”

With that, Amy began concentrating her scratching right in the moderately deep arches of his feet!”

Ryan bucked and spasmed, giving an embarrassing little shriek as the girl hit his tender and sensitive arches on both feet at once!

The poor boy dissolved into a shrill, almost screeching laughter! I am sure Ryan wished his stressed out ‘I’m being tickled to bits’ laugh was deeper and more manly…But genetics is what it is…! That’s part of the pure fun of the tickling fixation—The uncontrollable and unscripted responses you can create in your Lee! And then there is the tickle toy’s unraveling as their brains and minds melt in ticklishness upon ticklishness upon…..ticklishness!

Amy’s eyes lit up from the display of anguish from her foray into his arches! The girl said, “You’re SO ticklish!”

The boy squirmed and twisted in futility trying to escape her fingers!

Ryan was beside himself ! Before this visit to Natlaie’s clinic, he really DIDN’T know how ticklish his feet were—-But this foot tickler girl was finding out and using every bit of his sensitivity against him! And she wasn’t stopping and she wasn’t letting up!!!

“Oooh GOD!—-PLEASE!” The boy begged.

Natalie’s friend just kept scratching at his sole and arches, moving different directions, making it impossible for him to come down from the ticklish stress!!!

“GOD, I SO LOVE this!” Amy chuckled.

She let her fingers slow a bit, so hopefully the boy could hear her words.

Then Amy used her soothing voice to calm him down….

“Ryan….” She murmured. Ryan’s eyes fixed on hers! “Listen…Here’s what I’m gonna do….”

The boy’s face was frantic! He was terrified of whatever plan she had!
He KNEW it was going to be ticklish nightmare! He had to convince her to stop!

“NO! BUT—“ Was all he babbled before Natalie leaned closer to his face and looked him in the eyes!

My tickler friend smoothed his disheveled hair and caught his eyes….

“Shhhhhh…..” Natalie consoled him. “Calm down and listen, Ryan…”

His silence allowed Amy to continue, even though the boy was still panting!

“I’m gonna keep tickling all over your feet, Ryan…..The creases….The balls of your feet— The arches, the toes…even the tops of your feet….

The boy whimpered, and his mouth partially opened…

“There, there….” Murmured my tickler friend. She just caressed the side of his head. “Remember….It’s just tickling….”

Amy continued…”Then I’m gonna use some oil…”

Upon hearing the word ‘oil’, Ryan whimpered and mewled and whined and moaned all in one long syllable of deep and and pure grief …. Ticklish grief! A grief that comes from your soul…


The indescribable sound were all his thoughts and feelings condensed into a blend of anguish and certain defeat, and spoke of all things being ‘much too ticklish’ without the need for words!

So now, without words, he begged and pleaded for mercy with his adorable, little boy eyes….Those innocent little boy eyes from deep in his core…The core that had never been opened up and exposed as much as it would be in the next few minutes!


That look on Ryan’s face told his ticklers and observers EVERYTHING!

Like the fact that the current tickle toy knew without a doubt he was unexpectedly much more ticklish everywhere, but especially the current spot —His feet!

Tiffany was glad she was in the role of toe holder ! Besides allowing her to see the action up close, she could also feel the softness of the boy’s feet and every little movement and tension created from the expert ticklers! The girl loved it from the start, but enjoyed each step more than the last! She was totally absorbed as an observer and now as a participant in her friend’s ticklish demise!

Even Ben was becoming accustomed to the new experience of seeing a boy thoroughly and properly tickled. He was now in that state of being simply transfixed by the scenario playing out before him as he watched the group tickle torture his friend. He was beginning to understand and actually enjoy seeing the situation Ryan was in…Helpless, fastened down, each sensitive area explored, teased, then tormented with tickling by the group member’s talented fingers! And, he was beginning to understand his friend’s reactions! How every nuance of the ticklers’ actions was to increase the boy’s ticklishness, not just physically but mentally ass well! Then came Ben’s realization that even though his friend was being tormented so much and so well….He couldn’t stop watching! He also couldn’t stop the guilty pleasure of seeing it go on —He was joining Tiffany in those similar feelings! The things that kept coming up in his mind were … It’s just tickling….And how it was better happening to Ryan than to him!

Back at the table, the team mates were still focusing on the boy’s feet!

James smiled at the boy’s predicament and murmured “You are sooo gonna be wrecked!”

Natalie gazed over the now very stressed out boy, watching his breathing come back to nearly normal.

“Look at those feet!” My tickler friend said. “No hair anywhere!”

Amy smiled. “Yeah, he’s got ‘pretty’ feet! That’s why they’re so ticklish!”

Ryan hated his indoor gamer existence right then! If he had rougher feet, tougher looking feet….their descriptions were mental torture, because even if they were just saying those things to make him feel more helpless…weaker…and more ticklish….IT WAS WORKING!

The foot specialist then said, “Let go of his toes for a minute, I want to check something!”

So the pair released his toes, and only held his ankles and his heels!

“Let’s see about the tops of those feet….” Murmured Amy.

She used her nails to begin skimming over the thin skin of his instep, from just behind his toes to halfway to his ankle!

This spot didn’t seem all that ticklish, but the sensations beset on an entirely new area were surprising! Ryan couldn’t help the twitching response of his feet as the girl’s nails did their work! And the boy did let out a short little gasp of surprise at the sudden attack on an unexpected area!

“Ticklish here?” Smiled Amy, still teasing the tops of his feet!

“NO!” Guffawed Ryan. “Its mostly annoying!”

“But you can’t hold still!” Gloated the foot tickler, smiling at him!

Of course, her words were true! Her talented fingers didn’t seem to cause an outright, laughing tickle, but he still couldn’t help responding to her touch! That touch of half annoyance but somehow on the verge of an actual tickle!

The specialist did not give up! As surely as the sun rises every morning, those grazing nails kept teasing until Ryan felt the sensation turn into a true tickling experience! The inexperienced boy was taken by surprise when the feelings on the area between his toes and instep turned to a really ticklish encounter!

“Huummmmffff!” Grimaced the gamer boy! His foot reflexively twitched and tried to escape!

“AHA!” Natalie said. “You got him there!”

“Yeeeahh!” Sighed Amy. Her nails skimmed over the thin flesh on top of his foot!

“JESUS!” Blurted Ryan! Oh Yeah….I thought to myself…Now he’s feeling it!

“What’s the matter, little boy?” Smiled Amy. Using the title ‘little boy’ sent Ryan’s mind reeling back to events of his childhood—And being tickled by his older sister!

Ryan jerked his legs a bit! “It tickles!” He admitted.

“Does that bother you?” The foot specialist smiled.

“No, but I —Uh…Uh oh!” Ryan stammered.

“What’s wrong?” Amy laughed.

“It tickles there!” He stated.

“Right here?” Natalie’s friend asked the boy!

“Yessssss…..” The gamer boy hissed….”Right THERE!”

“You said it didn’t tickle!” Amy chortled.

“I was wrong! I was wrong!” The boy chattered. “It tickles! Now pleease!

“Awww,” Amy said in fake sympathy. “Want me to move off the top of your foot?”

“OMG! Yes please!” Ryan agreed.

So, Amy kept her nails moving on his skin…and slipped onto the tops of his toes proper! THAT made a difference!

“EEEEEE—!” Ryan blurted out, stifling himself before he let out a huge string of words!

Natalie verbally applauded her friend’s discovery!

“Wow!” My friend exclaimed! “Look what YOU found!” She nodded her head to the two holders, and they quickly reacted by each holding a foot with two hands—One from the instep, one from the bottom of his sole. This really immobilized his wiggling feet, but allowed full access to his now freed up toes!

“What do we have here?” Amy chortled at the boy’s response!

What they had there was a set of ticklish boy TOES! And the tickled boy turned a little blushy as his tormentor kept on the top side of the bodies or stems of his toes!

“OH GAH OH Gah….” Was the boy’s continued gurgling!

Amy then began concentrating on the very end of his toes, skittering her nails on the pads of each toe!

This began the battle for Ryan’s toes! The more she teased at the ends of each digit, the more the boy tried to flinch and flail his feet in escape! But his feet weren’t going anywhere, and the sensations kept coming!

Amy smiled, “Ryan’s got tickly tickly toes!” And she started moving to the underside of those perfectly sensitive digits! His wiggling couldn’t stop her!

Natalie’s eyes were gleaming! Her face was transfixed by watching Amy work—-I could only imagine how it was the same look when my friend saw her first tickle torture session a few years earlier! According to Natalie, it was quite an awakening to see Amy and the group working together on a boy, and the experience literally sucked her into the group of ticklers with all her body and soul!

“Get ‘em good!” Was her low volume, gurgly request! Her voice, a bit hoarse with excitement, betrayed how much she was enjoying her tickle team mate and friend’s success!

Amy kept teasing with both her fingers and her words.

“How’m I doing, Ryan?” The toe tickler asked.

Ryan was finding it difficult to concentrate on his answer—Instead, he was just flinching and spluttering in response to her toe teasing!

“AH!” “OH!” And “JEEZE!” Were noises that came from the boys\’s lips! His eyes were wide and wild again as those fingers continued to create electrical tickly sensations at the ends of the pads of his toes and the undersides of the stems!

Amy, the foot specialist with very sensitive fingertips, could feel a slight difference when she got onto the underside of the boy’s toes! The toe pads were definitely in the VERY ticklish category, and the undersides were as well….But as she got closer to her fingertips touching the actual body of his foot, at the fleshy juncture where toes blended into the top borders of his actual soles…..Something was different! She could sense it in his flesh only….He probably wasn’t even aware of this special new spot! But now she would have the pleasure of enlightening him!

Thats the fun of tickling feet! You can have one area with minimal response…But move a few millimeters and you might find a jackpot of super ticklish flesh! Like Amy, you just have to be willing to explore!

“Hold his toes again….” Murmured Amy. The two team mates did as instructed.

Then the foot specialist added, “Open them up!”


I am here to tell you, that comment, made in a low, growly voice was another level of verbal ticklish torture….The low volume, the tone of her voice…It was obvious to EVERYONE that Amy had discovered a new ticklish hot spot…. And like a tigress stalking her prey…..Was now going in for the kill!

Each holder used one hand to press firmly against the middle top of the boy’s foot they controlled, then with the other hand they pressed against the pads of his toes, pushing the row of digits backwards!

James knew exactly how to perform the supreme toe holding, toe EXPOSING maneuver! Tiffany seemed to be comfortable with the task, but the teammate wanted to be sure!

“Got him?” James smiled.

“Yeeeaaah! “ Sweet Tiffany stated! My God—Her voice was now growling with excitement as well! She was totally into holding this boy rock solid still for her new tickling friends!

“He’s tryin’ !” Smirked James! Yes—The boy WAS! Both holders felt the pressure of his feet and toes as he tried to flex or curl or somehow, someway move them to safety!

The boy did manage to achieve a little movement from the new girl’s grasp, as her initial grip was too tentative.

“C’Mere, you!” Was Tiff’s gurgling signal of victory as she regained control of his sort of half-flailing foot and really took hold!

“That’s great you guys….He’s all stretched out now! ” Amy smiled. She looked at the boy’s stretched out feet….toes bent back….the tendons from the soles and arches were straining, vulnerable….so VERY vulnerable!

Poor Ryan felt as helpless as ever !

As his teaser first touched the flesh at the base of his toes, her nails did the ‘electrical shock’ thing! But he KNEW the badness was only going to get worse! The sensations were building so fast from so few millimeters of ticklish flesh! His brain was sparking like a transformer exploding! NONONONONO!!!! was the sound he heard coming silently from his own core!

He couldn’t stop his own reflexive responses!

Ryan JOLTED! His feet, his legs, and even his ass bucked enough to move a little! That’s how BAD and intensely it tickled!!!! His involuntary verbal responses poured out as well!

“NO! PLEASE! GOD—NOT THERE!” Ryan begged furiously, his eyes and face in full pleading mode! But he quickly felt himself dissolving into the wordless zone as those fingers tickled that small, narrow band of ultra ticklish flesh! The foot specialist’s fingertips were in a tight row and her nails kept moving as on unit, scratching and scraping along the new found hottest of hot spots!

“He keeps sayin’ that!” Natalie observed, chuckling to herself!

“I know, right?” Amy smiled with glee! “It must REALLY tickle there..Or somethin’…..”

“Maaybe….?” My tickler friend said to her old friend.

Then she looked at her new client’s absolutely frenzied face!

“Does that tickle, Ryan?” She asked. To be honest, It didn’t look like the boy would be coherent enough to answer any question! His eyes could barely focus, and he didn’t seem to be

The boy could only pant heavily as his laughter was coming nonstop!
“Uh HUH! UH HUH!” Were the only sounds of affirmation he could manage with the electrical sparks from Amy’s tickling fingers exploding in his brain! These few words were interspersed among long syllables of uncontrolled laughter!

“WAAAHHHAAAHAAAA!” And “WOOOOHHOOHOOOOO!” Was the symphony of helpless notes heard as Ryan couldn’t say anything else!

After spending a bit of time on the flesh near the base of his toes, the foot girl decided to relocate!

“Now I’m gonna do your soles!” She warned.

Amy used the same “nails in a row” method and attacked his soles in an up and down, then crossways pattern!!!

Next she concentrated on his tender arches, first with her nails as a unit, then in a variable scratching and scribbling, spidering motions right on that most sensitive flesh!

The girl finally slowed down…But kept her fingers in contact in the middle of his feet….

Natalie placed a thick towel under Ryan’s heels, and placed another within easy reach! Even inexperienced Ryan knew that was a bad sign!
The when she held up the bottle of oil, uncapping it with a terrifying “CLICK” so that the stressed out, overloaded boy could see exactly what he was going to feel next!

“GOD!” Ryan’s whimpered in anguish as his eyes rolled back in his head!

He looked at James and Tiffany for some help, but they stood silent, still holding his toes back firmly!

My friend began dripping oil right onto the narrow area near his toes once more!

Amy grinned at her team mate. “Ah, so you want to see that spot again after some oil !”

Ryan tried to rally some words and resistance and some hope…

“Pleeeeaaase!” He panted, very hoarsely….Then, out of his very being, he squeezed out “ANYTHING!”

“OMG!” Amy smiled. “That’s soooo cute…..”

Cute …. But NO!

She tickled the under the toes area once more with her nails, now with his ticklishness enhanced by the oil!

Ryan blubbered and wheezed in ticklish agony, laughing and occasionally coughing as his teaser kept on him! She moved to his soles and scratched and scribbled there with frictionless glee! Then Amy decided on a new bit of fun!

“More oil, please…” She asked of her friend. Natalie drizzled out more so that his soles were refreshed with new lubricant.

“ NOO..HoHo…..” Groaned Ryan, in that familiar low wailing moan of despair that the Lee makes when their body demands a response, even though their brain knows it won’t change a thing!

Holding the body of each foot with her hands, the foot specialist used her thumbs and thumbnail to probe into his arches! The boy laughed and grimaced as that new sensation took him by surprise!

Ryan couldn’t help but respond to these new sensations! Amy’s thumbnails were perfect—Sharp enough to tease and tickle immensely, but not sharp enough to cause damage!

The boy howled at the new and intense sensations in the middle of his sensitive arches!

“My God!” Natalie exclaimed. “You are soo ticklish!”

“You have any friends this ticklish, Ryan?” Amy smiled, her thumbs slowing a little.

“I dunno….” The overloaded boy whimpered.

“Probably not…” Natalie said, “I think he’s the most ticklish boy we’ve ever seen!”

“You think so?” The foot specialist said, as she rustled around in her travel bag.

“Well, don’t you have one more thing to do to his feet?” My friend asked.

Amy said, “Yep…More oil, please…”. Then she pulled a couple things out of her bag!
“Here they are!” The foot fan smiled. “Make sure you put enough on his arches!”

“Got it!” Said Natalie, as she slathered a heavy coating of oil all over the boy’s soles and arches.

“What do you HAVE?” Ryan demanded of Amy.
“Just these!” The foot specialist held up two silicone bristled hair brushes … Then tantalized him by waving them gently back and forth!

“Aaaaaww NO!” The gamer boy whimpered! “Pleeeese!”

The boy’s heart just sank to the feet and his face showed it perfectly!
His body did as well, as he sagged a little in his bondage!

Ryan had the look of ticklish anguish mixed with the sadness and realization of total defeat!

He once again moaned that sound from his soul that meant he knew his ticklishness was going to be tested!

“You poor thing….” Natalie murmured, her voice comforting but her gleaming tickler torturer’s eyes loving every bit of his predicament!

“Just these….”Amy said. “And I’ll be finished!”

She gave him no more warning! Instead the foot girl began a light scrubbing with the silicone brushes, right across the boys slick soles!

Ryan shrieked loudly in ticklish distress as the brushes sent sparks through his flesh! The energy went right up his legs and torso and finally, like a bomb with a fuse, exploded in his head!

To Ryan it felt as though he wasn’t part of himself anymore!

He couldn’t think—He couldn’t talk…He couldn’t do anything except scream and laugh and cry! Yes cry! His feet had been tickle tortured so much that he was drained of all his pretenses and defenses! His body and mind had been stripped of all resistance, and now he was just a blubbering mess of a sobbing ticklish boy!

The moaning sobs were precious music to the tickle torturers’ ears as they knew they had worked his body and mind into a constant state frenzy that had given them the responses they desired!

And Ryan….

Well, the boy now KNEW without any doubt how terribly ticklish his feet could be, with the proper amount of thorough loving care!

They let him sit there, upright and panting, Natalie stroking his hair on one side and consoling him while Tiffany did the same from the other side. After a brief respite…the table hummed as his position was changing once more.

“You gonna let me go?” Ryan said, with a little hope in his eyes.

They didn’t answer, but HE knew the truth when the table was placed back into the reverse flexed position once more, with his body stretched out fully and his tummy and torso stretched to the max!

“Why—“ Amy started, but the gamer boy interrupted her!

“The OIL!” RYAN exclaimed. “That’s what was the WORST!
THE OIL AND THE BRUSHES!”

Amy said, “My question is: Why do you think you’re so ticklish, Ryan?”

“I dunno…I dunno,,,” The stressed boy panted.

‘I bet I know why!” Smiled Natalie. “It’s because your sister tickled you when you were both kids! Isn’t that right?”

The boy whimpered in anguish…By now, he knew their ‘tickle talk’ games and he wasn’t going to answer!”

“And I remember where you said she tickled you!” Amy said, smiling.

“Me too….” Grinned Natalie. “Do you remember what you said earlier?”

“NO!” Ryan blurted out. “Please don’t !”

“Please don’t…What?” Amy teased. She was so good at the teasing games!

“Arrrrrrgggghhhh!” Ryan groaned in anguish and anger! Anguish from his deep and desperate ticklishness and anger because…his lack of control over his deep and desperate ticklishness!
He had to answer! There was no telling what the girls and their group would do if he tried to play the ‘tough guy’ again!

“My ribs…..” He said weakly, his voice reflecting his sure defeat.
“Please don’t tickle my ribs….”

And then the boy toy braced himself for the worst!!!

“Well, now Ryan…” Natalie said, using her most motherly tone of voice, “That’s the last spot we have to do!”

That motherly tone of voice was sooo compassionate, sooo endearing to a stressed out tickled boy…It almost would give him hope that the tickling planned for the next spot would somehow not be so bad!

But Ryan had been tortured on every spot so far—He knew in his heart of hearts that this bit of tickling would be JUST as bad! And that because it was the last one, would she make it worse?

“Natalie! NATALIE!” The boy exclaimed! “PLEASE DON’T!”

My tickling friend smiled. “I’m not gonna tickle your ribs!”

The boy knew that he wasn’t going to escape the last segment of tickling, but who would it be? His mind went immediately crazy trying to determine who would do it!

“James is our rib specialist!” He heard the girl say.

James had come up from his station as a foot holder and was now at his side. It was obvious that with his long arms he would be able to reach every bit of his torso!

The Rib Man spoke…”I need him oiled up!”

“Sure….” Said the girls. The bottle of oil came out and they drizzled it all over the boys torso, and began working it all around his rib cage and sides!

The boy became another level of frantic as he felt the lubricant being applied!

“Jesus!” Ryan spluttered. “I thought we were DONE with that!!!!”

“Nope….” Amy said. “And believe me, you’ll want this…He’s gonna tickle you a bunch, so you’ll want the oil!”

Natalie chimed in with, “Yeah, the oil will make everything smooth and slippery, so your skin won’t be irritated from James’ fingers on you!”

Amy said, “Yeah, and James can go on forever!”

Then Natalie grinned. “Plus, the oil will REALLY make you sensitive—-But you already know that! The oil lets us to get the MOST ticklishness out of that already ticklish body of yours!”

Those ‘triggering’ words —- Tickling, forever, ticklishness, oil, slippery…All of those teases wreaked havoc in his overworked boy brain!

The realization of his impending fate was almost too much for poor Ryan!

“Oh God!” He mumbled. “Please….” That pleading prayer was to a higher power, because the human power surrounding him was ready to start!

James began his exploration by placing his fingers high on the boy’s sides, feeling for the ribs that would give him the most satisfactory responses!

The rib specialist had a quiet way of exploring, just feeling and rubbing on every rib bone until he found the most responsive area! The oil gave him the frictionless playing conditions that were perfect to detect maximum ticklishness! As he probed the boys sides and rib cage, it became a silent game of waiting, watching, and anticipation for both James and Ryan —TickLER and TickLEE! And quite the helpless tickLEE at that!

The only difference was James was breathing quietly, and his face was one of determination! Like a thief trying to break into a safe, he was exploring by touch…But also listening to his Lee’s heavier, faster breathing, its irregularity….Listening for any small differences that might signal the most sensitive spots on his ribcage!

Then there was the watching! James kept his eyes focused on his boy’s face and eyes, again watching for any telltale signs of ticklishness so he could find a chink in his tickle toy’s stoic facade…And yes, I did say HIS boy tickle toy!

Everyone knew that Ryan was now James’ ticklish little tickle boy toy….The two girls had worked their magic on the gamer’s other spots and now he was fully under total control of the Rib Man!

Still, Ryan’s boy brain would not let him plead and beg yet! But that inevitability was coming… It was definitely coming!

“He’s trying to hold out…” I whispered to Ben, Ryan’s friend and spectator!

At the table, someone said the same thing, only in a louder murmur that everyone else could hear!

“He’s trying to hold out…..” Natalie said to Tiffany, so she would understand the power dynamics of the tickling session!

Tiffany’s eyes gleamed as she just absorbed the show of tickling prowess and energy from the ticklers and the situation at hand! She was transfixed, as was everyone else in the clinic!

With this much deep and thorough tickling going on, no one could resist the primal urge to watch as another human being was teased and tormented and tickled in such a way as this!

Ben just murmured “God” in a protracted sigh of sympathy for his friend!

“You okay?” I asked. The spectator looked shaky to me!

“Yeeeaaah…” Ben responded. Obviously the guy’s shakiness was due to his adrenaline rush from seeing his friend tickle tortured! Also, like everyone else, the spectator /friend was transfixed as well!

James’ fingers kept probing in the special way he had of finding a boy’s hottest spots! Rubbing along the rib bones, yes—But also, rubbing across the bones in a 90 degree direction —A ‘twanging’ motion!

Ryan was responding to the rib tickling….Writhing, squirming, laughing….He couldn’t help his reactions! The ribs are such a sensitive area…But James had not yet found the boy’s true hot spot — The death spot on Ryan’s ribs that would give him the most satisfaction as a tickler and send the strapped down boy into a true frenzy from hyper stimulation!

The Rib Man was sensing victory coming, as he worked at various levels on the boy’s sides, from just below the armpits and now at the middle of the length of the rib cage! James felt the boy’s muscles over and between his ribs…Especially between his ribs! The area between the rib bones ALWAYS gives the ticklishness away! The boy was reacting, but not nearly enough for the rib specialist!

Even though Ryan’s face was caught up in laughter and movements, it was not the same as his ‘death spot’ ! But you could detect failure coming as his eyes began to wander, to blink a bit faster! You could tell he was trying to decide whether to look to the girls beside him for help!

Would that give away his growing ticklishness….ensure his own surrender? OH GOD! He was going crazy inside his head…And the tickling fingers of James were just relentless…Probing…Creating sensations that were building and building….

Ryan had endured what already seemed like hours of mental and physical stress….But was just minutes…Because after all, this is just tickling ! Right ? The boy’s mind was about to explode in turmoil…And everyone could see it coming…

James had his fingers on the last 3 rungs of the boy’s rib cage! Vibrating, rubbing, twanging —The oil increasing every sensation like a hundred fold! The tickling sensations were building! These spots are like the usual worst spots on anyone for rib tickling—Who knows why?
If you did a map of a boy’s tickle spots, this lower third of the ribs would be the one always marked in RED for terrible ticklishness! And with the oil and James relentless probing…

Ryan’s brain was screaming silently once more in a cacophony of jumble words and thoughts..

OMGPLEASEMAKEHIMSTOPITSGOOTASTOPICANTLASTMUCHLONGEREGADEGADEGAAAD!!!!!

James’ probing fingers hit GOLD! The relentless efforts paid off as the boy’s muscles between his rib bones on both sides of his ribcage began spasming, then JOLTING!!!!

Electrical sparks of extreme ticklishness coursed into his body! His eyes shot open SUPER WIDE as the sensations overwhelmed him!

“FU-U-CK!!!!” Ryan exclaimed in an absolute hysterical FIT of ticklish agony!!!!

Now the boy felt his mind AND body going out of control! The jolts made him try to buck and twist and were just too much for him!

But James’ fingers didn’t stop! They kept on, pressing in deeper for more! It was like once his fingers had a taste of Ryan’s supreme ticklishness, they COULDN’T stop their massively overstimulating actions! James had an especially torturous natural ability for rib tickling! Once his thumbs and fingers were in the grooves between boy’s ribs, he had this way of massage tickling that just vibrated the bones much more than the average tickler! Another facet of James’ method was how just slight movements of his fingers would relocate where the boy was feeling the tickling sensations! With his nearly imperceptible movements, James’ tickling fingers felt like they were moving around in the grooves of the rib cage much more than they actually were! To the poor boy, those tickling sensations that seemed to be moving around randomly were coursing into his body from his ribs and searing into his brain!

Ryan couldn’t stop responding to his personal tormentor! He let out a wailing crescendo of pent up laughter that came right out of his soul!

The boy’s ticklish agony was fully evident to everyone … Except it seemed to the one person who initiated the reaction!

James assaulted the boy’s mind with “OMG! How can a GUY be THAT ticklish?”

The Rib Man didn’t care about an answer! He was latched onto the boy’s ribs at their most ticklish area, and he wasn’t going to let go for a while!

This is where the extreme immobility wreaked havoc on poor Ryan’s brain! The boy felt his body jolting in a massive involuntary reflex to try to escape those fingers! But he could barely move at all! THAT fact send his mind into overdrive! What if James didn’t stop? What if he couldn’t take the tickling?

WhatIfWhatIfWhatIf’s just kept coursing through his mind, increasing his level of ticklishness! He had to make sure James knew he really WAS that ticklish! But surely the rib man KNEW! James had seen him meltdown from his tummy and his feet! How could he not know?

“Wow, you found a good spot!” Natalie teased, talking to her tickling team mate!

GOOD SPOT! Screamed Ryan’s brain! It’s the WORST SPOT—EVER !

And James just kept on him…Relentless…His strong fingers RUBBING and MASSAGING him to no end!!! Besides the overwhelming tickling, this whole afternoon was embarrassing for the gamer boy!

James had challenged Ryan’s ‘manhood’ by accusing him of being “overly ticklish" for a guy! Everyone heard it, including the girls in the group and even Tiffany, his best female companion! It was horribly embarrassing being exposed as so weak and helpless, just because of being too ticklish!

Amy smiled. “He’s goin’ NUTS!”

FINALLY! SOMEONE WHO GETS IT! Ryan thought!

James replied, “Nah!!! I don’t believe it! Nobody OUR age is THIS ticklish! He’s faking it!”

It may not have been possible, but it seemed as though James ramped up his tickling pressure a bit more!

All I know is, the boy’s laughter went up a notch higher in intensity as James the Rib Torture Specialist continued!

Then, Amy picked up the bottle of oil!

“It looks like you could use a little more!” The sweet girl smiled at James as she dribbled more lubricant on Ryan’s ribcage, near the incessantly moving fingers!

The helpless boy raised his head to watch her tipping more oil onto his already overly sensitized body!

“Noo-ho! ” His eyes widened as he whimpered in anguish, knowing more oil would bring more ticklishness!

Fatigued from all the tickle torture, Ryan let his head flop back down as he muttered, “FUCK!” He felt the sensations renewing their intensity with the added oil!

James chuckled, his eyes filled with a tickler’s glee “He hates this stuff!”

“Yeah….” Natalie murmured with her own smile, knowing exactly how much more worse the tickling gets after the oil!

“OMG!” Tiffany groaned briefly in sympathy for her friend!

It did seem that the Rib Man’s fingers were working with more vigor!

Ryan’s helpless, out of control laughter continued…but he also knew the longer he was tickled, eventually he’d lose the ability to speak or communicate verbally….So he had to work hard to tell them NOW!
He was able to interject small words into the jumbled mess of aimless laughter and gibberish that was coming from his lips!

Between his fits of uncoordinated laughter spells, the gamer managed to eke out a few little phrases!

We heard the boy gurgle, “Please!” And “Don’t!” And then in one particular instance where James seemed to reset and re-energize his fingers, we heard the ultimate compliment for a tickler! Ryan gasped out a full “O GOD! PLEASE STOP!”

James was unaffected by the boy’s predicament! He answered his call for mercy with “Come on…You’re a guy….Be tough!”

Having been under the influence of James’ tickling powers, I can tell you that as a guy….Those comments from your torturous tickler just break your heart and your spirit! And when they still keep tickling? It’s beyond devastating!

Ben was back in a “ I’ma bout to pass out watching this!” mood!

“OMG!” The spectator said. “What does this guy WANT?” He panted.

“He wants his soul…His ticklish soul!” I murmured. “James knows how bad it tickles and how much it’s driving the guy insane!”
I paused and continued. “James doesn’t care how obvious it is—Ryan’s gonna have to TELL him all that!”

“Why?” Ben asked.

“Because…” I said. “That’s when they know they’ve tickled the boy to absolute bits…When he’s got nothing left inside to give up or confess…When he’s been tickled to his very core!”


Back at the physiotherapy table, Ryan was still spiraling into the abyss of silent laughter! His time was running out! James didn’t care a bit about his anguish! Maybe if he tried the girls!

The gamer boy looked at each young woman with his best pleading face! His eyes were awash in helpless, ticklish agony! He tried getting a couple words out but he couldn’t succeed…All the girls heard were his whimpering little attempts!

“Ple—“ He abruptly stopped in exhaustion.
“Pleea—“ He tried again without success!

There was nothing left to do …He was embarrassed over his weakness …His helplessness…Of being under everyone’s control… Everyone watching…

Tireless James used his oily fingers to rub and massage tickle those three rungs of ribs in somehow a different bit of intensity! Ryan jolted once more, but could not laugh or scream…But he could use his eyes…looking at Natalie and Amy and even Tiffany…Anyone who might help!

All three girls noted the motions by their tickling team mate, and the response by the boy!

That expression on the boy’s face was so endearing to the girls! From his look of total surrender and now the silent laughter, they all knew his meltdown was coming!

“Awwwww….” Natalie murmured, in her comforting motherly fashion.

“Does that tickle?” Amy asked.

His mouth was silent but obviously trying to scream YES! YES! OH YES !

Instead, the adorable and absolutely frantic Ryan nodded his head vigorously up and down!

Natalie went on with her calm advice…”James already knows that, Ryan….He wants to hear more!”

James dug into him with his torturous fingers for another go, and then slacked off just enough…In case the boy wanted to talk, or needed to talk!

That was what James was after—He wanted the boy in that state of NEEDING to talk—NEEDING to confess his secret ticklishness!

The Rib Man asked, “You got something for me?” His expert fingers slowed just enough, to keep the pressure on the boy’s ribs but allow a bit of communication!

OMG! That voice! That tone! Like I told Ben earlier….James wanted his ticklish soul!

“Ah Ga…AH Ga…AH GAHH!” Ryan panted and wheezed. He HAD to regain his strength. He NEEDED to tell James and the rest his deepest secrets! Ryan gathered himself!

“I’m TICKLISH!” The boy confessed! FINALLY!

“That’s more like it!” James said, smiling in deep satisfaction!

But the fingers were still moving on his ribs, urging him to tell more!

“I’m Ticklish!” He repeated. Then he babbled more, hoping to find the right words that satisfy his torturous tickler and save his sanity!

“I’m a ticklish boy! A ticklish little boy!” Ryan sobbed…He was totally tickled to bits…Willing to confess ANYTHING to get the tickling to stop!

And finally…it did…..The rib man slowed and stopped his fingers!

Ryan started his emotional let down, sobbing lightly and tearing up…

His face had the sweet look of an innocent boy who had just given himself up to the group, allowing everyone to know his ticklishness…

“How adorable….” Murmured Natalie.

“He looks so sweet….” Amy sighed.

“Oh my….” Tiffany said. “He’s so precious…”

Natalie, Amy, and Tiffany all spoke to him in their most soothing voices, touching his head and his hair.

“It’s over….” Said Tiffany.
“You’re all right….” Murmured Amy.
“Here you go…” Natalie said, putting the table back to a neutral position…

We untaped him from the table and lowered it down so he could towel off from the oil and slip his shirt back on….Then he curled up on his side with a pillow. The boy just kept blubbering for a bit, allowing the adrenaline to dissipate and the endorphins to take over.

When it seemed the right time…

Natalie asked, “How are you doing, Ryan? Are you okay?’

“Yessss…” the boy sighed. Then he said “That was so intense…..”

“I know….” Natalie said. “But now you know how deeply ticklish you really are!”

“Yeah..” Ryan whimpered.

Amy spoke softly….”And now everyone knows….so you don’t have to try to hide it anymore….”

“Thanks ….Thanks for stopping….” Ryan said meekly.

“Of course….” Natalie said. “We always stop eventually…”

“I didn’t think you were ever gonna quit….” The gamer boy murmured.

“I know…It seems like forever,” Natalie said. “I’m not gonna lie…That was fun! We love tickling ! And showing boys how ticklish they really are!”

“Uh huh…” Ryan groaned lightly.

“So are we still friends…?” Natalie asked.

“Yessss,” The boy said, fatigue starting to set upon him.

“I’m glad….We’re ALL glad!” Said Natalie, with Amy and Tiffany and the rest of the group joining in and wishing him well.

“Yeah…” Ryan said, “Like you said…After all…It’s just tickling…”

“That’s right…”. Natalie said. “It is just tickling!”
Then she smiled. Another satisfied client!


The End.

 

[modestryan]

Absolutely loved it! Was hoping Ryan would get stripped down to his briefs! Seemed like he was a Tighty Whitey boy. 😂

 

[milagros317]

Fabulous story!
I envy Ryan very much.

 

[aberdeen]

Absolutely loved it! Was hoping Ryan would get stripped down to his briefs! Seemed like he was a Tighty Whitey boy. 😂

I have some true personal stories I am planning to write about (involving my own individual experiences in tickling...) and there is an instance in which a young man stripped down to his underwear for a session....He was a brother to the two young women I had as willing tickle play partners when I first introduced them to the tickling fixation...
You can read their introduction in the thread about how you first convinced someone to allow you to tickle them. 'How Did You Do It?' I think is the thread title ...
anyway...for detail you can PM me..but I wont repeat the details bec I will eventually write and post those personal stories under TRUE TICKLING STORIES

The collaborations I write with natscoft6282 are totally accurate as far as the group setting and the methods of tickle torture used...as well as the degree of skin exposed for the tickling.....the exact person or set up scenario is fictional....because the focus in our collaborations is all about the methods and psychology of tickle torture, including the mental and physical thoughts and responses by the ticklers and the ticklee....

Thanks for being a'fan'..

 

[aberdeen]

Fabulous story!
I envy Ryan very much.

Thank you, sir!
Your words mean so much!
natscott6282 and I really enjoy collaborating on our stories!

 

[milagros317]

Thank you, sir!
Your words mean so much!
natscott6282 and I really enjoy collaborating on our stories!

You two have written some truly wonderful stories, describing in full detail what natscott6282 has called "profound tickling" in some of her posts in Tickling Discussion.