Scott shuddered as he felt a single, pointy fingernail drag down his bare, ticklish spine.
“READY LADIES?” Mistress T called out on the microphone. “SET THE TIMER FOR 60 MINUTES”.
Scott nervously turned his head from side to side. “P-P-Please don’t tickle me” he said with a stutter.
“Aw, I love a big, ticklish man” the woman to his right joked.
“Please don’t” he pleaded. “I’m not meant to be hereEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”. He was sent into instant giggles as he felt fingernails dancing over each side of his ribs. “HAHAHAHA STTAAAPPP AHAHAHAHA” he laughed as he bounced from side to side on the triangular box, trying to escape the tickling fingers.
The women tickled, prodded and pinched Scott’s sensitive skin as he wriggled around laughing.
“THEY’VE GOT A LIVELY ONE” Mistress T called out on the microphone as the crowd cheered and laughed at Scott’s expense. “DO YOU THINK THEY CAN BEAT THE RECORD, SET EARLIER TONIGHT?”.
The crowd cheered again as Scott’s mind wandered to think about what record she was on about? His mind was sent quickly back to the tickling as he felt another 2 sets of fingernails scribbling over his stretched, toned stomach, digging in between each muscle on his six pack.
“NOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he cried with laughter as his stomach and ribs received the full attention of 20 scribbling fingernails. His body jerking from side to side, his sweaty bum, bouncing slightly off the leather padding with each jerk.
10 minutes of frantic laughter and wriggling passed as Scott’s skin turned pink from the pinching and tickling. He felt the nails on his ribs scattering as they moved upwards towards his hairy, exposed underarms.
“AHAHAHAANOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAAAHAHAHAHAPPPPP” he screamed as the nails danced in between his armpit hairs, stroking his sensitive, sweaty skin.
“Whose my big ticklish boy?” the woman to his left joked. “Tickle, tickle, tickle”. Her nails exploring each and every part of his skin.
Scott laughed and laughed, pulling frantically at his wrist restraints, trying to cover up his armpits but to no avail. Shaking from side to side, trying to escape. His floppy cock bouncing up and down with each jerk of his body.
The minutes that ticked down felt like hours to Scott as he laughed and gasped for breath. The women finally stopped the torture for a few seconds as they repositioned themselves, one moving to the front of Scott and the other behind. The woman in front scribbled her nails over Scott’s hips and sides, he bounced and shook viciously from side to side.
“AAAAHHAHAHAHA NAAAHAHAHATTTT THHERREEEEHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed and begged as 10 nails danced quickly over his midriff. The woman behind ran her nails up and down Scott’s spine, his back arched as he tried to wriggle forward, pushing himself deeper into the woman’s nails in front of him.
Wriggling frantically from back to forth as his body jolted between each set of nails tickling him, his eyes crying with laughter, wetting the blindfold as his face turned pinker and pinker.
“10 MINUTES LADIES” Mistress T called out. Scott took a laughterous sigh, ‘just hold out for another 10 minutes’ he thought to himself.
“10 MINUTES TO BEAT THE RECORD OF 27 MINUTES” Mistress T called out again.
“NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Scott laughed out in disbelief, realising that he still had over 40 minutes of torture left.
“We’ve got him Brenda” the woman behind him said as she increased the speed of her nails scribbling up and down his back.
“GET HIS FEET!” the woman in front called out to her friend.
“NO, PLEHEHESE AHAHAAHA” Scott begged as he felt the woman behind take her nails off his back. “AHAHA NAATT MY F-F-FEEHEHEHEET” Scott begged as the woman continued to tickle his hips.
His head jerked backwards as he felt the pointy nails scribbling down his exposed soles. “AAAAHAHAHAHANNNOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAAAAHAHAHTTT THHEERREEEAHAHAHAHAHAAHA” he wailed in thunderous laughter as 10 nails scribbled up and down both soles, his feet jerking from side to side, trying to get out of the way.
“BRENDA, HELLPPP” the woman called out as Scott thrashed his feet from side to side. The crowd cheered upon seeing a close up on the big screen of Scott’s soles wriggling from side to side. He felt a hand grab each big toe, pulling them back as he tried to fight against their grip. The nails then dug deep into his exposed arches as he shook his head from side to side. He couldn’t free his toes to scrunch them up as the nails raked up and down.
His eyes went wide as he felt the nails dig into his long, slender toes, causing a shockwave of electricity to shoot up his back, sending him into spasms of giggles.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed out as he wriggled and wriggled but couldn’t prevent the nails from torturing his sensitive toes. His stomach starting to cramp up as he got the urge to go to the toilet.
“PLEHEHEHEEHEEHESEEE STTAAAHAHAHAHAPPPP” he called out in panic. “AHAHA YOUUREEE GOIINGG TOOO MAKE MEE WEEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHE”.
The women’s ears pricked up after hearing this, digging their nails in further, scribbling harder and faster over and under his toes.
His sweat covered body, slid from side to side on the leather. “NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he called out in panic again, his stomach hurting from a combination of needing the toilet and the laughter. He couldn’t hold on anymore as he shook his head from side to side. He lost it upon feeling the women’s nails twist and tickle in between his toes, “AHAHANOOOOOOOOOOHAHAAHAHAHAHA”. Urine trickled out of his wriggling penis with each jolt of his body.
“WE HAVE A NEW RECORD” Mistress T called out excitedly, the woman tickling his feet jumped up with excitement to the roar of the crowd in front of Scott. He frantically panted and tried to gather his breath, before hanging his head in shame and embarrassment as the stream of urine trickled out of his body.
“CONGRATULATIONS LADIES” Mistress T called out, “YOU HAVE NOT ONLY BEATEN THE PREVIOUS RECORD, BUT YOU HAVE UNLOCKED THE USE OF MISTRESS T’S TICKLE TOOLS”.
The crowd roared in celebration as the women high fived each other.
“WE WILL TAKE A QUICK BREAK WHILST THE LADIES SELECT THEIR TOOLS OF CHOICE, THEN WE WILL RESTART THE TIMER WITH 36 MINUTES LEFT”.
“NO, P-P-PLEASEEEE” Scott panted out, shaking his head in disbelief from side to side. This was met with laughter and cackling from the crowd.
“SO THEN LADIES, BEFORE YOU FINALISE YOUR CHOICE, I HAVE TO ASK” Mistress T started. “YOU ALREADY HAVE THE RECORD AND A FEAST OF PRIZES, BUT ARE YOU GOING TO RISK IT ALL FOR OUR MAIN PRIZE”.
The crowd let out an ‘OOOOOOO’ as Scott’s head nervously twitched from side to side. The ladies pondered for a few seconds before speaking into the microphone “WE’RE GOING TO GO FOR IT!”. This was met with a rapture of cheering applause from the crowd.
“VERY WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO” Mistress T gleefully said to the crowd. “RESTART THE TIMER PLEASE”. The crowd went silent as Scott listened for the next movement, unaware of the new task at hand for the women.
His head jerked nervously to the side when her head the whirring of a drill next to him. “WAIT NO, PLEASE” he begged as the noise got louder as it approached his body, jerking his body to the left, expecting the worst. His fear turned to giggles though as he felt the soft tickles of a revolving feather duster against his right armpit.
“Hey, no hehehehe, stop it hehehe” his giggled wriggling from side to side as the feathers ran from his elbows down, over his armpits to his nipples.
“Pleheheheehesseee stooopppp ahahahahahaha” his begging giggles turned to laughter as he felt another spinning feather duster running over his knees and thighs. His body twitching from side to side as the feathers tickled up and down his legs.
He heard strong vibrating noises coming from behind him as he giggled and shook from side to side. The feathers moved from his nipples to his stomach as he giggled, the other feather duster now planted behind his right knee, its spinning feathers glided under his sweaty knee as it jerked as much as it could.
“AAAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA” he threw his head back in laughter he felt spinning bristles running over his feet, the vibrating noise was coming from 2 toothbrushes that were now exploring his wrinkled soles as he clenched his toes. The bristles running over each toe as he frantically shook his feet from side to side.
His laughter filled the room as the tools tickled him like he had never been tickled before, sweat running down his face, beads of sweat trickling out from his armpits and running down his wriggling sides. A few more minutes passed before the toothbrushes were removed from his feet, Scott breathed a giggling sigh of relief, his skin tingling as he stretched his toes out.
The vibrating noises got louder as the toothbrushes were slowly and menacingly moved upwards, towards he ears, he listened nervously as the noises moved to in front of him before his body jerked viscously from side to side, the bristles touching down on each nipple, sending a ticklish shockwave across his body.
“AAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed out as one of the woman was circling his nipples with the toothbrushes, moving in motion with his body jerks. Goosebumps covered his body as his nipples grew hard from the torment. The feather duster behind his right knee moved over his calf and spun across his right sole, causing his foot to twitch around.
“AHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHA” he begged to no avail, to torment was becoming too much for him.
Scott then felt something that he had hoped would not happen to his naked body as the feather duster on his stomach moved down to his wriggling cock, the spinning feathers tickling his penis. His head shook from side to side as he begged for it to stop.
The woman behind him stopped tickling with the brushes and grabbed ahold of the feather duster at his feet. Before moving it up to his naked bum. “P-Pleeehehehehehessseeee” Scott giggled and begged as his bum bounced up and down, his penis bouncing and growing bigger with each stroke of the feathers.
Within seconds his fully erect penis bounced from side to side for the audience to see, Scott could hear the cat calls and wolf whistles directed towards him. He heard a cranking noise as the chain holding his wrists slowly moved forwards, pulling him slightly more upright, taking his bum off the padded leather.
“Hehehe NOOOO Heheheheehe” he giggled as the feather duster behind him was placed under his bum, the feathers tickling his bum and balls as the other one tickled the tip of his hard cock. He continued to beg and wriggle as the tickling of the soft feathers turned him on more and more.
His protests and begging did not work as the speed picked up from the feather dusters, spinning against his sensitive skin, he bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the giggles and moans from escaping his mouth as his arousal increased with each stroke of every feather on the dusters..
“No, No, NO hehehehehe” he giggled. “P-Pleaseeehehehehehe stoooppphhehehehehehe”. The warmth now starting to travel up his cock as the feathers tickled and stroked the tip of his penis.
“NO NO NO NOOOOO EEERRRGGHHHHHHHH” his body buckled as cum shot from his hard manhood, the crowd erupting in cheering and applause.
“CONGRATULATIONS LADIES, WITH 6 MINUTES TO SPARE AS WELL” Mistress T said with delight. Scott dropped his head in exhaustion and embarrassment as his cock slowly returned to a flaccid state, still twitching as the last drops of cum ran out and onto the padded leather below him.
“YOU HAVE WON A 3 HOUR TICKLE SESSION WITH ANY OF OUR PARTICIPANTS FOR YOU TWO AND TWO OTHER FRIENDS”.
The ladies screamed with delight as they hugged each other.
“NOW, WERE ARE GOING TO TAKE A BRIEF INTERVAL AS WE SET UP FOR OUR FINAL SHOW FOR TONIGHT”.
The curtain dropped in front of Scott who still hung there, blindfolded, sobbing in embarrassment. His limp, shattered body, still twitching from the torture.
The door behind him opened, the security guards released him from his bonds, lifting his tired, sweaty body off the box, leaving him to slump to the floor and curl up in the recovery position, shaking. They cuffed each wrist individually before pulling them tight to either side of him, stretching out his body. Each guard holding one wrist tight to stop him from struggling, Scott did not put up much of a fight, the tickling had zapped all energy from his body as he knelt there, head slumped. One guard placed a large cup of water below his head, the straw pushed towards his mouth, dehydrated, he gulped it all back, without thinking about what could be instore for him soon.
Scott slowly lifted his head to see a giant, padded X-Frame being wheeled out towards him, he tried to struggle but the guards had a firm grip of his wrists, exhausted again, he submitted and slumped back to the floor.
Guards lifted his shaking body off the floor before pinning him to the frame, resting his heels on small 3 inch platforms at the bottom of the X. His arms pulled up above him and to either side, stretching his aching stomach out, Scott looked up defeated as two guards clipped his wrists to either side of the X-Frame.
Scott closed his eyes and took a nervous deep breath before glaring with hatred at the guards who secured his ankles in place, he wriggled from side to side, trying to break his arms free but couldn’t, the guards chuckling at his poor attempt. Two guards approached him with a blindfold and a ball gag, securing them in place. Scott lifted his head back, still panting from the previous breathless state he was in. He felt more straps being applied to his biceps, stomach and knees. Within a few minutes, he was fully fixed to the frame.
After a few minutes of peace, just the faint sounded of people chatting the other side of the curtain could be heard, he heard something large being wheeled across the hard floor to the right of him, four clicks, then silence. He heard footsteps walking away from him before something else was wheeled across the floor, directly in front of him. The same 4 clicks were heard again before silence surrounded him again.
“ARRRRREEEE YOOOOUUUU REEEAADDYYYYY?” Mistress T’s screaming voice was heard as she got the crowd cheering again. Scott heard the clicking of a crank as the curtain that was in front of him started to rise. The crowd whooped and cheered in delight as the curtain rose all the way up, a guard from behind him, took off his blindfold, the bright lights blinding him.
His eyes started to adjust as he scanned around at the crowd of people in front of him applauding and cheering, he then looked down at the stage below him. His eyes grew wide in panic, its was Amy. His muffled protests got the crowd going more as he stared at her tiny naked body, wrists tied above her head, bare feet sticking out of some black padded stocks at the other end, she was blindfolded and gagged with headphones covering her ears, her head shaking nervously from side to side.
“MMPPPHHHHHH” he screamed into the gag, but it was no use, she couldn’t see or hear him. He looked to his right, seeing Amy’s friend Jess tied naked to another X-frame, also wearing headphones whilst blindfolded and gagged.
The audience cheered louder as they watched Scott’s angry attempts to free himself, his face turning red as he tried to thrash around.
“BIDDER 4, CAN YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS TAKE YOUR POSITIONS”
The crowd cheered as they watched 4 women walk up the stairs to the stage. Scott glared at them shaking his head in protest as two ladies with brown hair in their late twenties climbed onto the stage, playing up to the crowd. Another one followed, early 30’s, jet black curly hair, swaying across her backless black dress. A horrified look came over Scott as he watched the fourth woman climb onto the stage, it was Jane, his boss. She brushed her grey fringe out of her eyes as she smiled at Scott, her naturally curvy figure hugging her blue pant suit. She wriggled her fingers menacingly at Scott as he shook his head from side to side, screaming into the gag in protest.
“LADIES, AT YOUR REQUEST, BOTH GIRLS HAVE BEEN BLINDFOLDED, GAGGED AND HAVE NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES ON. THE GUY, JUST WITH A GAG TO KEEP HIM QUIET. YOU NOW HAVE 5 MINUTES TO EXPLORE THEIR BODIES FOR YOURSELF BEFORE WE WILL START THE TIMER”.
The crowd roared with delight as Scott saw his boss pointing at him whilst having a discussion with the other 3 girls. The two younger girls turned and walked towards Amy, the lady in the black walked towards Jess whilst Scott’s boss slowly and seductively walked towards him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes in disbelief, hoping that soon he would wake up from this nightmare. But in truth, his nightmare was just beginning.
“READY LADIES?” Mistress T called out on the microphone. “SET THE TIMER FOR 60 MINUTES”.
Scott nervously turned his head from side to side. “P-P-Please don’t tickle me” he said with a stutter.
“Aw, I love a big, ticklish man” the woman to his right joked.
“Please don’t” he pleaded. “I’m not meant to be hereEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”. He was sent into instant giggles as he felt fingernails dancing over each side of his ribs. “HAHAHAHA STTAAAPPP AHAHAHAHA” he laughed as he bounced from side to side on the triangular box, trying to escape the tickling fingers.
The women tickled, prodded and pinched Scott’s sensitive skin as he wriggled around laughing.
“THEY’VE GOT A LIVELY ONE” Mistress T called out on the microphone as the crowd cheered and laughed at Scott’s expense. “DO YOU THINK THEY CAN BEAT THE RECORD, SET EARLIER TONIGHT?”.
The crowd cheered again as Scott’s mind wandered to think about what record she was on about? His mind was sent quickly back to the tickling as he felt another 2 sets of fingernails scribbling over his stretched, toned stomach, digging in between each muscle on his six pack.
“NOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he cried with laughter as his stomach and ribs received the full attention of 20 scribbling fingernails. His body jerking from side to side, his sweaty bum, bouncing slightly off the leather padding with each jerk.
10 minutes of frantic laughter and wriggling passed as Scott’s skin turned pink from the pinching and tickling. He felt the nails on his ribs scattering as they moved upwards towards his hairy, exposed underarms.
“AHAHAHAANOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA STTAAAHAHAHAHAPPPPP” he screamed as the nails danced in between his armpit hairs, stroking his sensitive, sweaty skin.
“Whose my big ticklish boy?” the woman to his left joked. “Tickle, tickle, tickle”. Her nails exploring each and every part of his skin.
Scott laughed and laughed, pulling frantically at his wrist restraints, trying to cover up his armpits but to no avail. Shaking from side to side, trying to escape. His floppy cock bouncing up and down with each jerk of his body.
The minutes that ticked down felt like hours to Scott as he laughed and gasped for breath. The women finally stopped the torture for a few seconds as they repositioned themselves, one moving to the front of Scott and the other behind. The woman in front scribbled her nails over Scott’s hips and sides, he bounced and shook viciously from side to side.
“AAAAHHAHAHAHA NAAAHAHAHATTTT THHERREEEEHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed and begged as 10 nails danced quickly over his midriff. The woman behind ran her nails up and down Scott’s spine, his back arched as he tried to wriggle forward, pushing himself deeper into the woman’s nails in front of him.
Wriggling frantically from back to forth as his body jolted between each set of nails tickling him, his eyes crying with laughter, wetting the blindfold as his face turned pinker and pinker.
“10 MINUTES LADIES” Mistress T called out. Scott took a laughterous sigh, ‘just hold out for another 10 minutes’ he thought to himself.
“10 MINUTES TO BEAT THE RECORD OF 27 MINUTES” Mistress T called out again.
“NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Scott laughed out in disbelief, realising that he still had over 40 minutes of torture left.
“We’ve got him Brenda” the woman behind him said as she increased the speed of her nails scribbling up and down his back.
“GET HIS FEET!” the woman in front called out to her friend.
“NO, PLEHEHESE AHAHAAHA” Scott begged as he felt the woman behind take her nails off his back. “AHAHA NAATT MY F-F-FEEHEHEHEET” Scott begged as the woman continued to tickle his hips.
His head jerked backwards as he felt the pointy nails scribbling down his exposed soles. “AAAAHAHAHAHANNNOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAAAAHAHAHTTT THHEERREEEAHAHAHAHAHAAHA” he wailed in thunderous laughter as 10 nails scribbled up and down both soles, his feet jerking from side to side, trying to get out of the way.
“BRENDA, HELLPPP” the woman called out as Scott thrashed his feet from side to side. The crowd cheered upon seeing a close up on the big screen of Scott’s soles wriggling from side to side. He felt a hand grab each big toe, pulling them back as he tried to fight against their grip. The nails then dug deep into his exposed arches as he shook his head from side to side. He couldn’t free his toes to scrunch them up as the nails raked up and down.
His eyes went wide as he felt the nails dig into his long, slender toes, causing a shockwave of electricity to shoot up his back, sending him into spasms of giggles.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed out as he wriggled and wriggled but couldn’t prevent the nails from torturing his sensitive toes. His stomach starting to cramp up as he got the urge to go to the toilet.
“PLEHEHEHEEHEEHESEEE STTAAAHAHAHAHAPPPP” he called out in panic. “AHAHA YOUUREEE GOIINGG TOOO MAKE MEE WEEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHE”.
The women’s ears pricked up after hearing this, digging their nails in further, scribbling harder and faster over and under his toes.
His sweat covered body, slid from side to side on the leather. “NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he called out in panic again, his stomach hurting from a combination of needing the toilet and the laughter. He couldn’t hold on anymore as he shook his head from side to side. He lost it upon feeling the women’s nails twist and tickle in between his toes, “AHAHANOOOOOOOOOOHAHAAHAHAHAHA”. Urine trickled out of his wriggling penis with each jolt of his body.
“WE HAVE A NEW RECORD” Mistress T called out excitedly, the woman tickling his feet jumped up with excitement to the roar of the crowd in front of Scott. He frantically panted and tried to gather his breath, before hanging his head in shame and embarrassment as the stream of urine trickled out of his body.
“CONGRATULATIONS LADIES” Mistress T called out, “YOU HAVE NOT ONLY BEATEN THE PREVIOUS RECORD, BUT YOU HAVE UNLOCKED THE USE OF MISTRESS T’S TICKLE TOOLS”.
The crowd roared in celebration as the women high fived each other.
“WE WILL TAKE A QUICK BREAK WHILST THE LADIES SELECT THEIR TOOLS OF CHOICE, THEN WE WILL RESTART THE TIMER WITH 36 MINUTES LEFT”.
“NO, P-P-PLEASEEEE” Scott panted out, shaking his head in disbelief from side to side. This was met with laughter and cackling from the crowd.
“SO THEN LADIES, BEFORE YOU FINALISE YOUR CHOICE, I HAVE TO ASK” Mistress T started. “YOU ALREADY HAVE THE RECORD AND A FEAST OF PRIZES, BUT ARE YOU GOING TO RISK IT ALL FOR OUR MAIN PRIZE”.
The crowd let out an ‘OOOOOOO’ as Scott’s head nervously twitched from side to side. The ladies pondered for a few seconds before speaking into the microphone “WE’RE GOING TO GO FOR IT!”. This was met with a rapture of cheering applause from the crowd.
“VERY WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO” Mistress T gleefully said to the crowd. “RESTART THE TIMER PLEASE”. The crowd went silent as Scott listened for the next movement, unaware of the new task at hand for the women.
His head jerked nervously to the side when her head the whirring of a drill next to him. “WAIT NO, PLEASE” he begged as the noise got louder as it approached his body, jerking his body to the left, expecting the worst. His fear turned to giggles though as he felt the soft tickles of a revolving feather duster against his right armpit.
“Hey, no hehehehe, stop it hehehe” his giggled wriggling from side to side as the feathers ran from his elbows down, over his armpits to his nipples.
“Pleheheheehesseee stooopppp ahahahahahaha” his begging giggles turned to laughter as he felt another spinning feather duster running over his knees and thighs. His body twitching from side to side as the feathers tickled up and down his legs.
He heard strong vibrating noises coming from behind him as he giggled and shook from side to side. The feathers moved from his nipples to his stomach as he giggled, the other feather duster now planted behind his right knee, its spinning feathers glided under his sweaty knee as it jerked as much as it could.
“AAAAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA” he threw his head back in laughter he felt spinning bristles running over his feet, the vibrating noise was coming from 2 toothbrushes that were now exploring his wrinkled soles as he clenched his toes. The bristles running over each toe as he frantically shook his feet from side to side.
His laughter filled the room as the tools tickled him like he had never been tickled before, sweat running down his face, beads of sweat trickling out from his armpits and running down his wriggling sides. A few more minutes passed before the toothbrushes were removed from his feet, Scott breathed a giggling sigh of relief, his skin tingling as he stretched his toes out.
The vibrating noises got louder as the toothbrushes were slowly and menacingly moved upwards, towards he ears, he listened nervously as the noises moved to in front of him before his body jerked viscously from side to side, the bristles touching down on each nipple, sending a ticklish shockwave across his body.
“AAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA” he screamed out as one of the woman was circling his nipples with the toothbrushes, moving in motion with his body jerks. Goosebumps covered his body as his nipples grew hard from the torment. The feather duster behind his right knee moved over his calf and spun across his right sole, causing his foot to twitch around.
“AHAHA STAAHAHAHAHAPPPPP AHAHAHAHAHA” he begged to no avail, to torment was becoming too much for him.
Scott then felt something that he had hoped would not happen to his naked body as the feather duster on his stomach moved down to his wriggling cock, the spinning feathers tickling his penis. His head shook from side to side as he begged for it to stop.
The woman behind him stopped tickling with the brushes and grabbed ahold of the feather duster at his feet. Before moving it up to his naked bum. “P-Pleeehehehehehessseeee” Scott giggled and begged as his bum bounced up and down, his penis bouncing and growing bigger with each stroke of the feathers.
Within seconds his fully erect penis bounced from side to side for the audience to see, Scott could hear the cat calls and wolf whistles directed towards him. He heard a cranking noise as the chain holding his wrists slowly moved forwards, pulling him slightly more upright, taking his bum off the padded leather.
“Hehehe NOOOO Heheheheehe” he giggled as the feather duster behind him was placed under his bum, the feathers tickling his bum and balls as the other one tickled the tip of his hard cock. He continued to beg and wriggle as the tickling of the soft feathers turned him on more and more.
His protests and begging did not work as the speed picked up from the feather dusters, spinning against his sensitive skin, he bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the giggles and moans from escaping his mouth as his arousal increased with each stroke of every feather on the dusters..
“No, No, NO hehehehehe” he giggled. “P-Pleaseeehehehehehe stoooppphhehehehehehe”. The warmth now starting to travel up his cock as the feathers tickled and stroked the tip of his penis.
“NO NO NO NOOOOO EEERRRGGHHHHHHHH” his body buckled as cum shot from his hard manhood, the crowd erupting in cheering and applause.
“CONGRATULATIONS LADIES, WITH 6 MINUTES TO SPARE AS WELL” Mistress T said with delight. Scott dropped his head in exhaustion and embarrassment as his cock slowly returned to a flaccid state, still twitching as the last drops of cum ran out and onto the padded leather below him.
“YOU HAVE WON A 3 HOUR TICKLE SESSION WITH ANY OF OUR PARTICIPANTS FOR YOU TWO AND TWO OTHER FRIENDS”.
The ladies screamed with delight as they hugged each other.
“NOW, WERE ARE GOING TO TAKE A BRIEF INTERVAL AS WE SET UP FOR OUR FINAL SHOW FOR TONIGHT”.
The curtain dropped in front of Scott who still hung there, blindfolded, sobbing in embarrassment. His limp, shattered body, still twitching from the torture.
The door behind him opened, the security guards released him from his bonds, lifting his tired, sweaty body off the box, leaving him to slump to the floor and curl up in the recovery position, shaking. They cuffed each wrist individually before pulling them tight to either side of him, stretching out his body. Each guard holding one wrist tight to stop him from struggling, Scott did not put up much of a fight, the tickling had zapped all energy from his body as he knelt there, head slumped. One guard placed a large cup of water below his head, the straw pushed towards his mouth, dehydrated, he gulped it all back, without thinking about what could be instore for him soon.
Scott slowly lifted his head to see a giant, padded X-Frame being wheeled out towards him, he tried to struggle but the guards had a firm grip of his wrists, exhausted again, he submitted and slumped back to the floor.
Guards lifted his shaking body off the floor before pinning him to the frame, resting his heels on small 3 inch platforms at the bottom of the X. His arms pulled up above him and to either side, stretching his aching stomach out, Scott looked up defeated as two guards clipped his wrists to either side of the X-Frame.
Scott closed his eyes and took a nervous deep breath before glaring with hatred at the guards who secured his ankles in place, he wriggled from side to side, trying to break his arms free but couldn’t, the guards chuckling at his poor attempt. Two guards approached him with a blindfold and a ball gag, securing them in place. Scott lifted his head back, still panting from the previous breathless state he was in. He felt more straps being applied to his biceps, stomach and knees. Within a few minutes, he was fully fixed to the frame.
After a few minutes of peace, just the faint sounded of people chatting the other side of the curtain could be heard, he heard something large being wheeled across the hard floor to the right of him, four clicks, then silence. He heard footsteps walking away from him before something else was wheeled across the floor, directly in front of him. The same 4 clicks were heard again before silence surrounded him again.
“ARRRRREEEE YOOOOUUUU REEEAADDYYYYY?” Mistress T’s screaming voice was heard as she got the crowd cheering again. Scott heard the clicking of a crank as the curtain that was in front of him started to rise. The crowd whooped and cheered in delight as the curtain rose all the way up, a guard from behind him, took off his blindfold, the bright lights blinding him.
His eyes started to adjust as he scanned around at the crowd of people in front of him applauding and cheering, he then looked down at the stage below him. His eyes grew wide in panic, its was Amy. His muffled protests got the crowd going more as he stared at her tiny naked body, wrists tied above her head, bare feet sticking out of some black padded stocks at the other end, she was blindfolded and gagged with headphones covering her ears, her head shaking nervously from side to side.
“MMPPPHHHHHH” he screamed into the gag, but it was no use, she couldn’t see or hear him. He looked to his right, seeing Amy’s friend Jess tied naked to another X-frame, also wearing headphones whilst blindfolded and gagged.
The audience cheered louder as they watched Scott’s angry attempts to free himself, his face turning red as he tried to thrash around.
“BIDDER 4, CAN YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS TAKE YOUR POSITIONS”
The crowd cheered as they watched 4 women walk up the stairs to the stage. Scott glared at them shaking his head in protest as two ladies with brown hair in their late twenties climbed onto the stage, playing up to the crowd. Another one followed, early 30’s, jet black curly hair, swaying across her backless black dress. A horrified look came over Scott as he watched the fourth woman climb onto the stage, it was Jane, his boss. She brushed her grey fringe out of her eyes as she smiled at Scott, her naturally curvy figure hugging her blue pant suit. She wriggled her fingers menacingly at Scott as he shook his head from side to side, screaming into the gag in protest.
“LADIES, AT YOUR REQUEST, BOTH GIRLS HAVE BEEN BLINDFOLDED, GAGGED AND HAVE NOISE CANCELING HEADPHONES ON. THE GUY, JUST WITH A GAG TO KEEP HIM QUIET. YOU NOW HAVE 5 MINUTES TO EXPLORE THEIR BODIES FOR YOURSELF BEFORE WE WILL START THE TIMER”.
The crowd roared with delight as Scott saw his boss pointing at him whilst having a discussion with the other 3 girls. The two younger girls turned and walked towards Amy, the lady in the black walked towards Jess whilst Scott’s boss slowly and seductively walked towards him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes in disbelief, hoping that soon he would wake up from this nightmare. But in truth, his nightmare was just beginning.
