Transformation : Introduction
This story is a collaboration between myself (aberdeen ) and natscott6282
Our story depicts a tickle session that is fictional in the names and exact circumstances…So we posted it in the Fictional Stories section. Although very similar to our real life experiences, this particular event did not happen…We do depict a scenario based on true events from our combined tickling experiences!
To be clear…The methods, emotions and feelings from our actual tickling experiences and sessions are all true and very familiar to us! Those are the main things we wanted to share with the TMF community by posting our story.
We hope you enjoy it!
The Transformation
A collaboration by natscott6282 & aberdeen
First, a little bit of my history. I am Bryce, a high school student who had turned 18 at the beginning of my senior year, along with my other HS friends mentioned in this story.
I was a fairly quiet kid in school—Kept to my own business, did my schoolwork, made some friends.
One of my friends was a boy named Timothy (Tim). He was a medium height, slender guy. From seeing him in PE classes over the years, I knew he had a runner’s build … Flat stomach… Decent abs…A lean look to his hips…With wiry, muscled arms and legs. A good build for fitness and sports in general. Dark hair. For some reason I noticed he had kind of narrow feet for a guy.
One item of note was that Tim had a twin sister Amy. Despite being twins, Tim and his sister had somewhat separate circles. Amy had her own crowd of friends that she ran with most of the time. The group had mostly girls—Ashley, Madison, Emily, Taylor, Sarah and Natalie. The remainder were guys—Matthew, James and Daryl (or D as he liked to be called).
Daryl had been a transfer student into our school a year back. For whatever reason, despite being new, I remembered D had no trouble becoming friends with the coed group, especially with Amy and Natalie. Now both girls were cute and somewhat quiet, but seemed to take up with the new guy like a brother. It seemed as though they all shared the same thoughts, opinions, and maybe… hobbies?
It wasn’t until one special occurrence did I find out exactly what hobby they shared and why they bonded so well together!
Despite being born only 5 minutes apart, Tim and his slightly older sister didn’t always seem to get along (unlike some other twins I knew who seemed super close). They were sometimes the bickering siblings, usually over silly, stupid family stuff! Amy liked to remind her brother about her status of being the oldest, etc. Tim wasn’t usually invited to hang out with Amy’s friend group over the years I knew him.
So the day I’ll most remember is a day when things between Tim and his sister and her group all changed.
The day of the ‘event’ was a Friday, near the end of the school year. Upon leaving school that day, there was a text from someone about a gathering at Amy and Tim’s house after school. The info also began circulating by word of mouth, so the word was passed around to a number of kids.
I know all the years I was in HS, there were frequently such meetings after school—Sometimes on the athletic field on campus, sometimes at peoples’ homes. There was never any bad behavior, drugs or alcohol involved—The gatherings were just for after school socializing, playing video games, watching movies…Stuff like that.
This meeting at Amy & Tim’s house was supposed to be a combined graduation celebration for the both of them, but was mostly an excuse for all their friends to hang out after school! A bunch of students were walking home, some dropping off at their houses, some heading to the ‘party house’! I noticed ‘D’ was walking along my path, and asked if I was going to stop at the twins’ celebration.
I was uncommitted at the time, but the new guy said, “Well…This gathering is for students only…The twin’s parents are away for the evening, and the next day!” He grinned. “NO parents allowed!”
“C’Mon…” I said. “What’s so special about that? Most of us like our parents—And what about food?” I knew how many times student gatherings were boring for lack of decent food!
D said, “Oh, we always send out for pizza!”
That sounded promising for the stomach! “Yeah…Maybe…” I said.
“You don’t wanna miss tonight!” D advised. “Our group always has a good time!”
“Yeah..” I said. “I’ve heard there is a lot of commotion sometimes at your group’s meet ups!” I looked at him. “So what goes on?”
“All kinds of stuff…fun stuff…” Smiled Daryl. “It’s hard to describe…”
“Like the newest video games?” I asked.
“Nah…” Said the transfer student.
“Movies?” I offered.
“Nope…” D said, his eyes smiling. Dammit! Why was this new guy being such an ass? He could just TELL me the main attraction!
“WHAT then?” I asked, exasperated and kind of getting that 'pissed off ‘ feeling!
“More like a live performance….” D smiled.
“OH, like comedy?” I guessed.
Daryl grinned. “Well, there is a lot of laughter!”
“So I’m right!” I said.
“You’re right about the laughter!” D chuckled. “You’re just gonna have to stop by for awhile!”
“Jeeeze, you’re acting like a jerk!” I stated.
“Just come!” Daryl smiled. “I said its hard to describe..somethings you just need to see for yourself!” He grinned. “And I’ll bet you’ll wanna see it!”
By this time, I was at Amy and Tim’s house…I had been thinking about the text and verbal offers during my route home…And the things Daryl had mentioned.
“I guess I WILL stop in for a bit…” I said. D smiled.
I walked into the house and was directed to a lower level, where someone mentioned the two siblings had a finished basement.
As I walked down the stairs, I could hear some sort of commotion going on ahead of me, obviously over on the other side of the large finished recreation area.
I saw couches that had been pushed back out of the way, to make room for the spectacle that was happening…A spectacle I never expected to see!
My friend Tim was being held by a group of students, mostly made of his twin sister’s friend group! Her brother was wearing a workout shirt and athletic shorts, and a pair of socks! Already looking quite disheveled, he was looking more so by the second, as James and Matthew had his arms locked into theirs and away from his sides! Each of his legs were held by 2 or 3 girls of the friend group, and despite his best attempts, he was being pulled and pushed down onto the carpeted floor! Natalie was helping with one leg, but his sister Amy was directing the group on how to place him on the floor!
Tim was vehemently protesting his situation!
“NO! NOOOO!” He shouted. “You CAN”T! What are you gonna DO to me?”
As the group got him down, Amy made sure to have the boy stretched out with his rump on a medium thick cushion! The holders all worked as a unified team and quickly used their weight to straddle his arms and legs and secure them to the floor! His tummy and hips were across the pad and flexed upwards toward the ceiling! The friends spoke to each other, ignoring Tim’s protests as they simply performed their tasks like they’d done it a thousand times!
The group members were glad to answer my friend’s questions!
Taylor said, “You know what you did!” As she pressed down on a leg!
Ashley smiled “Brothers are just so dumb!”
Tim screeched, “I’m sorry! I”M SORRY! AMY! PLEASE!”
The cute girl with wavy brown hair smiled at her sibling.
“Too late, little brother….” Amy replied. “You should have been nicer to me when I said ‘PLEASE!” Amy’s sweet face turned a bit more…stern looking! The sister was using her less than 5 minutes of older age to drive a spike into the heart of her brother’s psyche! Twins or not, it was obvious the boy had treated her wrongly and was now going to suffer some consequences!
Matthew chimed in with his views. “Bet you’re sorry you took her diary now, aren’t you?”
Timothy pleaded for mercy! “Yes! YES!” He babbled! “I said I was sorry! I”ll never do it again!”
“Of course you won’t!” Emily laughed. “But you still DESERVE the punishment you’re gonna get!” She looked around the group..and the audience of spectators. “Does everyone agree?”
There were no dissenters in the group, in the room, or in the universe! Tim, the younger twin of Amy, was due for some deserved retaliation for his brotherly crime! The judgement had been passed….
“Yeah, baby brother….” Sweet Amy said. “You shouldn’t have taken my diary!”
“AMY! PLEASE!” The boy begged! “I only read a couple pages! I don’t even remember what they were about! Honest!!!”
Amy’s eyes gleamed with the hint of revenge! “But you held onto it for days and days! I even asked nicely—I begged for you to give it back!”
The maligned sister then added, “You even threatened to post it on your Instagram!”
Other girls in the group crowed about his misdeeds!
“I can’t believe he DID that!” And “No WONDER he’s getting punished!” Along with “Yeah, he’s a total jerk!”
“NOOOO-HO-HO!” Babbled the bad boy brother!
“I told you there would be consequences!” Amy grinned.
“OH GOD!” The boy was frantic! “What are you gonna DO?”
My friend Tim looked confused and terrified! All his verbal protesting, his attempts at pulling out of the grasp of the team of students holding him down—Were all for naught! The members of the group had obviously done this type of thing before!
James laughed, “It’s what WE are gonna do!” His laugh was not from mirth—It was a laugh of knowing glee! James KNEW what the team was going to do, and the glee was from the boy’s inability to stop it!
"It’s what we ALWAYS do!” Laughed Natalie, adding to the boy’s stress!
I was experiencing a bit of shock at the way they had gotten him down into position so easily and in awe of the possibilities that were straight ahead! My mind reeled as I remembered my own experience from just a few weeks back!
It was at a weekend robotics camp! For team building fun we decided to play a group variation of hide and seek! We had divided up into two teams-Teams A and B! All of us on Team A hid first in a couple of bunkhouses (They were empty during the day)! We all knew where our teammates were located, and unfortunately I was the first one caught by a member of Team B! My acquaintances from Team B plied me with questions about my teammates and their locations, but I held steady and wouldn’t tell! Then one of the B Team boys decided he had a way to ‘make me’ talk!
So that day, I was held down across a bunk bed and tickled by the remaining members of the group! I suddenly flashed back to that day and the tickling I received at the hands and fingers of those kids! I remember how they tickled me all over and wouldn’t let up! The ticklers in that group had my shirt pulled up to expose my torso and part of my tummy! With camp members holding my limbs securely, the others took turns on my ribs, tummy armpits and feet! Even though their skills were average at best, the tickling was MUCH more intense than I had every received before or since! The camp members didn’t stop until I had lost most of my sanity and all of my dignity! I remember being wrecked beyond belief, until I was a panting, gasping shell of myself! I remember my screams of laughter and a multitude of noises that erupted helplessly from my mouth! The embarrassment came from both my having to recognize my ticklishness AND how all these other kids saw me in my most helpless, vulnerable ticklish state!
Thinking back, I’m sure by the end I was bug-eyed and drooling from the intensity of the group torturing me for the information! It was as though they all had lightning in their fingers and sent it coursing through my body all at once! I had no shame in giving up the locations of my other “spy” teammates”, in fact doing so with great volume and enthusiasm! The kids tickling me that day didn’t let up until I squealed out all the names they wanted to hear and then some! I offered anything and everything to get them to stop! Despite bargaining to do a multitude of chores for the ticklers, they ignored my offers and tickled me intensely and relentlessly! I was only spared when one of the adult instructors was seen heading to the bunk house!
My memories of my own experience were barely finished when I was jolted back to the current day…
After James’ comment, the group holding Tim down began peeling his shirt up slowly, working it off one arm at a time so he had no chance of a sudden escape from their clutches!
“What are you DOING?” Squealed the diary stealer!
Evidently, by pure instinct and subconscious thought, I found myself right up front in a gap in the crowd that was surrounding the ‘play area’ where the action was going to soon happen! I glanced over and saw my friend Daryl watching the activities, a smile of satisfaction and a look of expectation in his bright eyes! I knew he’d been hanging with the coed group long enough to know what was coming, and his obvious joy of anticipation meant something wild, exciting or crazy was about to happen!
I heard some murmurs in the students in the audience of spectators! Some must have seen these events before because someone said,
“Oh Geese…He’s gonna get it now!”
Judging by the scene before me, with the boy stretched out and now shirtless, I was at least 80% sure I knew what was planned.
The sweet but now sweetly vengeful voice of Amy confirmed my suspicions!
The cute, brown haired girl said, “Relax, little brother…We’re just getting you ready! You know what we do! We’re gonna tickle you to absolute bits!”
The spectators that were new that day gave some gasps and murmurings as that information hit their ears and minds!
The brother Tim may or may not have known about his twin’s tickle fixation and that of the group’s….But he responded the way ANY boy would!
“YEAH?” He babbled. “I’m not ticklish!”
THAT comment brought back another significant memory—This one from just a couple months earlier!
Tim and I had been at someone’s house and sitting around a big fire pit in their backyard. There were benches, but not enough space for everyone to have a seat. It was cool weather, but only lightweight sweatshirts or pullover shirts were needed.
Tim had been asked to shift and make room on the bench, but he protested and refused to move! One of the other kids decided to urge him to move! A girl named Nancy was standing behind my buddy and after a minute or so of Tim’s refusal, she decided to take matters into her own hands (or fingers)! The girl goosed (or tasered) my friend’s ribs from behind, and right through the lightweight shirt!
I remember how Tim squealed and yelped and almost slid off of the bench to try to escape the tickling fingers! The girl kept her hands on him, even slipping them under his shirt while a guy attacked my friend from another angle! It was a brief tickle assault, lasting until Tim complied and made room on the bench! I definitely remembered how easily he was made into jello by such nonchalant, unplanned tickling!
So today, hearing Tim insisting he was NOT ticklish? That was a recipe for disaster from the start! None of Amy’s friend’s even needed to know his response at the bonfire! The group was obviously very skilled at pinning a person down, and the only reason to have THAT knowledge was to hold a person down while massively tickling them!
The way this group worked, and the look on all their faces… I could tell they were skilled at tickling! I knew then it was going to be a long day for my friend Tim!
I regained my focus and saw my friend stretched out! With people on his limbs, the pad pushing his tummy and torso out taut, Tim had no way to escape! That’s when I saw Amy remove her brother’s ankle socks. The cute twin sister tickler didn’t just remove them…She made a teasingly tormenting little display out of the ordeal! While her brother continued to deny his ticklishness, Amy slipped a finger into the back edge of the sock, and peeled it off slowly. Tim’s surprised reaction was because he felt his sister give him a zing along his sole as she removed the sock!
My friend’s yelp was repeated as she removed the second sock and decided to give a firmer touch down the middle of his sole with a
playful fingernail! Tim also seemed to have a bit of a shudder as his feet wiggled from the teasing along his soles! He settled down quickly, but then I was frozen by the sight of Amy’s friend Natalie straddling the boy’s thighs!
“You need to get OFF of me!” The boy protested! He was not only looking at the girl sliding across his thighs, but also trying to look at each of the other members holding him down!
The protests only encouraged the group to appear to hold him more securely! Tim could feel them adding extra pressure!
James smiled, “We’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then he added, “Neither are YOU!”
Tim struggled more, but it was useless! He became angry in his helplessness!
“Fuck YOU!” He glared at James! “Fuck ALL of you!”
He said, his voice now more stressed than angry….It seemed to me he was ‘giving in’ to the reality of his fate!
“Just let me UP —RIGHT NOW!” The pinned boy had a resurgence of resistance!
The sweet, innocent looking dark-haired girl was working her fingers into the waistband of the boy’s athletic shorts, out at the far sides of each hip!
Tim wailed in anguish! “What!? What are you DOING?” He blurted out! “Get your fingers out of there!”
Natalie’s eyes were steady, glancing over the boy’s torso, ribs, waist and now the expanse of hip and tummy flesh! He was stretched out so his slender frame was on full display. The borders of his arm muscles, the flat solid pecs, the definition of his ribs were all so visible! Tim’s flat tummy, starting from the inverted ‘V’ of his ribs and breastbone, extended downward. His softer middle tummy showed his navel and the vague shadows of his tummy muscles or dips. My eyes noted his very visible hip bones, and followed the hollows from them to his lower groin areas. All of us could see a lot, but it wasn’t as much as Natalie wanted…Or NEEDED! The athletic shorts were only a few paltry inches below the boy’s bellybutton, but the fabric blocked the view of the lowest few inches of the boy’s still SFW territory—The lowest bit of his tummy and hip grooves!
“Relax…” Natalie said, in a matter of fact tone. We’re gonna tickle you all over, and to absolute bits!” The girl spoke calmly, but her demeanor was so confident it was terrifying! Her fingers seemed to be ready for action, and Tim blurted out, “Don’t you DARE take my shorts off!”
“Hmff, ” Said the girl, a bit of a smile on her lips! “I need these shorts down—For a proper tickling we need ALL your ticklish skin on show!”
She continued…”We’re gonna tickle your tummy more than you’ve ever had done before!”
Tim started to reply, to protest one more time—“But I’m not tickl—-?”
Natalie gave the boy’s athletic shorts s firm yank down!
‘OMGGG!!!!’ I thought, as I took in the sight!
“OMGGGGG!!!!!” Tim squealed in surprise and SHOCK as he felt the shorts tugged downward!
Skilled Natalie stopped at the perfect level! The athletic shorts were down as far as they could go and still have the boy’s privacy still intact!
The last few inches of his vulnerable low tummy and hip creases were now out there for all to see!
“NOW we have everything we need to see!” The dark haired girl stated, a smile on her lips.
After Tim got over his initial shock and shriek, he was able to quickly breathe himself to normal! Normal didn’t last long, however….
A girl in the audience spoke out! “OMG! He’s so bare!”
That had to be supremely embarrassing! Even I had not seen my friend (or any boy for that matter) so uncovered except for the communal experience of showering in PE classes over the years!
“Yessss, “ Hissed Natalie, with obvious glee! “He’s bare AND stretched out! I’ll bet you can’t move a bit!”
That taunt was a dagger into the boy’s mind! My friend responded with the mental reflex that anyone would have…He tried to wiggle his hips to test her words!
Tim’s eyes looked even more panicked with the realization of his true immobility!
Amy chuckled. “See, little brother? You’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then she added, “How ticklish did you say you were?”
Even with my lack of experience at such things, I could see the look in his face as his demeanor fell!
That ‘trapped and no way out’ look!
Before he could even ask the question, Natalie gave the next answer!
“And this is gonna last for AGES….” The dark haired tickler said, drawing out that last word in a gleeful tone!
Tim’s eyes were huge circles and his face was one of terror—Terror of facing something and not knowing how bad it would be or when it would end!”
“OKAY! OK!OK!” The boy stuttered. “I can’t—“ He pleaded. “I AM ticklish! You can stop this! I give….”
Natalie grinned at the group’s new subject.
“It doesn’t matter! We’re gonna tickle you to bits!
Longer than you’ve ever been! For ages—Until our fingers fall off!”
Tim made this sound…A sound like I’d never heard from a strong young boy before….He whimpered.
It was not just a whimper of simple surrender, but a whimper of prescient defeat!
Natalie’s fingertips began touching his bare skin on his lowest part of his lower tummy…
The tension in the room was palpable….Tim was stretched out so well, his tummy and abdomen arched up…SO immobilized by the team members on his limbs…That whole area totally bare for everyone to see! In this perfect position, with such access and vulnerability , the boy would be SO easy to properly tickle torture!
Like everyone else seeing my friend so perfectly positioned, I immediately thought of tickling! But unless anyone else had been involved in a truly profound tickling, I may have been the only one in the audience who developed that tingling, shivery sensation on the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades—For I KNEW what was coming my friend’s way!
Then there was the innocent-looking dark haired girl sitting on his thighs while just resting her fingertips on the lowest of his tender tummy flesh, just above the waistband of his pulled down shorts!
For the most part, Natalie watched, no, studied that low tummy, and glanced occasionally at the subject’s face!
The sweet girl asked my friend a question.
Natalie said, “So why did you lie about being ticklish?”
From where I stood, the girl was not even moving her fingers. Tim’s own breathing, already irregular from the anticipation of what was to come, caused the contact with her fingers that he could feel so well! It was a truly masterful technique to let his own body create the first torturous touches!
It was also obvious that this short period was a well planned pause for questioning…and the questioning was to increase the boy’s apprehension and his ticklishness!
“I dunno!” Tim whined. “I dunno!”
Amy chimed in…”C’Mon, little brother….You need to tell us…”
Tim’s face became blushed as he thought hard, trying to come up with an answer.
“It’s embarrassing!” He finally blurted.
“Awwww…” Murmured Natalie. “Why?”
The boy laid there, his breathing causing the contact with the girl’s fingertips…I now realized fully that his own involuntary movements were being used against him! My God, these girls and this team were…Amazingly skilled and thoughtful!
Tim was squirming more under her touch…And obviously more anxious as his small movements couldn’t change a thing! The look on his face was one of stark panic! He MUST be feeling the touch of those fingers even more!
“Men aren’t supposed to BE this ticklish!” My friend stated! He sounded angry at his own maleness…Like his body and mind were betraying him! Well….They were!
Natalie grinned, keeping her eyes on his low tummy.
“Yes, you are….” She said, very matter of factly. “And we’re gonna make SURE you know it!”
Now I could see her finger now starting to move…Just barely.
“We’re gonna tickle you for ages…” Sarah added. “Until everyone knows it too!”
“Then you won’t ever need to deny your ticklishness again!” Said Natalie.
Tim made a noise! A noise of recognition, a whimpering sound from deep in his core!
I began to understand the group’s thinking! There was the revenge factor, of course! Tim had been very unwise to steal his sister’s diary, and then to read even a bit of it—That was a sin that even the closest sibling would naturally have to “pay for” I some way!
But another reason for this planned session was to simply expose the boy’s ticklishness, just for the fun of it, I guess? To show his normal vulnerabilities to such a natural thing like tickling!
Now as I watched the scene, Natalie’s fingers were moving…Slowly and methodically…And continuously!
My friend was becoming more panicked as the tickling sensations MUST be increasing!
‘Aw GEEZE! AW GEEEZE!” Tim babbled. “That tickles!”
The dark haired girl smiled. “This can’t be tickling….I’m barely touching you!”
“It IS!!!” Wailed my friend! His face had the serious look EVERY tickled person makes when they get tormented! Serious with a bit of terror!
“Nah….” Natalie said. “I think you’re faking…Just so we stop!”
“No way we’re gonna stop!” Amy said with big sisterly glee!
The girls used his admission of his ticklishness against him! Telling him they didn’t believe his words was an inescapable turn of events! If telling the truth wasn’t going to satisfy his tormentors, how would the helpless boy EVER get them to stop? Tim’s face immediately became more frantic as they had just closed down his only way to obtain mercy!
Worse than that was how my friend’s reactions were just getting more pronounced! It was obvious that Natalie’s fingers were increasing the sensations and making him even more ticklish!
As Tim squirmed and squealed, I watched his tummy under the dark-haired girl’s fingertips! Her relentless touching and grazing with her fingertips and nails was causing little spasms or ripples in the flesh under her touch! And when Natalie caused and found a spasm, she honed in on it with a single fingertip, focusing her tickling energy right into that obviously ultra sensitive spot!
Tim tried to hold his reactions in check…but failed miserably! It was incredibly unfair how easily the girl’s fingers teased and elicited more spasms and more laughter!
“HA! HO!” My friend gurgled. “Uhhhh…O God!”
I was amazed at how quickly this girl was turning my buddy into a frantic mess!
But as I watched, transfixed at the interactions, the reason became clear!
This girl Natalie was incredibly gifted with the skills of her fingers, but it was her FOCUS on the responsive flesh under her control that was sending my friend into higher and higher levels of anguish from her tickling! I know she was watching him sometimes for his reactions, but mostly she studied the area she was working on…
Once she elicited the small involuntary spasms, or twitches…Natalie stayed on them using just one fingertip to tease and tickle….Until the spasm was constant and uncontrollable, a small rippling wave of sensitized flesh! The spasm turned to a ripple and the ripple became more pronounced…a small tidal wave….then as she continued…the tickled flesh seemed to develop a mind of its own….and it was having convulsions under her relentlessly teasing and torturous touch! And each level of tickling created more involuntary movements for her to identify and work on….OMG! Tim simply didn’t stand a chance to hold up against this degree of intense tickling!
The energy from Natalie’s touch bore into the boy’s very essence! Her methods weren’t to produce a superficial tickling experience like an observer usually sees! Her fingers’ energy went into and through his flesh, then invaded —Emanating from the point of tickling to everywhere through and through! The boy wasn’t being tickled just on his body but the sensations were taking over his mind as well! Natalie’s methods were designed for a profound degree of tickling…Tickling to his very CORE!
I felt both mesmerized AND shuddery on the inside! My neck and back of my shoulders tingled from not just seeing the tickling….It was SO intense, so PROFOUND…I was experiencing it myself!!! Or re-experiencing it! Seeing this intense tickling brought back my memories of my own experience of being held down and tickled to absolute bits by my group of friends! But as intense as my own tickling had been, it did not compare to the current day and my friend’s plight!
Tim was now responding constantly to the dark-haired girl’s expert touch! She was making her way around his taut, immobilized tummy and torso….Tickling, teasing and tickling more as every spasm Natalie created with her skillful fingers earned further focus and deeper concentration from the tickler’s deft fingertips! With every new movement, more sounds of gasping, hoarse and uncontrollable laughter came from Tim’s lips! And the more laughter or noises of anguish were drawn from him, the more the studious Natalie worked on her chosen tickle toy!
Then, the girl slid her fingers on either side of Tim’s stretched out torso, finding the lowest inches of his V Lines, or groin creases! OMG! I KNEW these lines were some of the most sensitive spots on anyone and everyone! I swallowed in agony in place of my poor friend!
At the first touch on his hip creases, Tim made a little noise…A low, choking noise from deep in his throat! As if trying to stifle an even louder sound that threatened to erupt from his lips! Or maybe from deep within his very core….
Natalie’s smile refreshed as her eyes didn’t need to look to know the tickle toy’s expressions! Oh, she stole quick glances to enjoy brief moments of his face of ticklish terror, but mostly she stayed in her studious mode, now watching the skin ahead of her fingers in his hip hollows!
Tim had reduced his pace of breathing and regained a small bit of control but quickly lost it all at her touch on this new territory!
The skillful fingers and thumbs of the tickle torturer pressed forward, even firmer….
Almost reflexively my friend blurted out, “Not THERE!”
I was nearly dizzy as Tim’s face was so distraught from the tickling to come….He almost looked as though he would cry!
Natalie replied, “Yes… THERE!” Her fingers began to move a bit, creating the spasms in a new line of ultra sensitive boy flesh!
Tim’s eyes bugged out and he pleaded with his most pitiful ‘little boy face’—
“PLEEASE NOT THERE!!!”
“But why NOT?” Asked Natalie, smiling at his predicament!
She began moving her fingers upwards, toward his waist on each side—Where the hip bones provided an easily seen destination!
The boy had no answer! He only whimpered….A pathetic little mewl of knowing surrender to his fate! He knew from his tummy tickling exactly what was going to happen with this path of ticklish flesh, but he couldn’t stop it, so why try? His whimper said it all!
Natalie watched the skin ripple ahead of her advancing fingertips, as they skimmed and teased and pressed and massaged northward…
As I watched this tickler girl use her fingers so easily, I saw the same ripples she did and heard and saw the responses from my poor helpless friend!
As those fingers chased the ticklish ripples farther upward from his low tummy up to his waist and hipbones, Tim’s sounds of gurgling, partially stifled laughter became higher, and louder…And his eyes began wider and more panicked as he was becoming deeply aware of his newfound ticklishness! I mean, I know from my one experience how you can be surprised with tickling and simply respond involuntarily…But in a shorter, quicker tickle attack it’s over and done with in a brief period of time!
This young woman was not interest in speed, but the slow exploration of my friend’s helpless, immobilized tummy and pelvis…For Natalie it was like a slow unwrapping of a present! With each new finger placement, each new massage upward, more of the boy’s ticklishness was being uncovered…and discovered! The worst part for Tim was the slow methodical action on his pelvis just built and built his own self awareness of a ticklishness he never realized he had! His own experience at being tickled was brief and was right to the point PHYSICALLY! Natalie’s slow, methodical methods worked on his mind as well as his physically ticklish form! As her fingertips explored his hip creases, the boy’s eyes bugged out and his face, already with a look of panic, became frantic from his own awareness of how ticklish he really might be!
Then came his verbal surrender…
“JESUS!” Tim blurted. “That REALLY tickles!” His head lolled from side to side as he tried to distract himself from the relentless sensations of those fingers teasing up along the most sensitive lines on a human body!
“C’Mon….” Natalie murmured, not hesitating a bit. “It can’t be tickling that much…I’m barely doing anything….”
That’s when I saw the first look of sheer and deep panic on my friend’s face! When his admission of ticklishness was met with his tickler’s disbelief—THAT is a incredibly terrifying situation for the one being tickled!
The boy’s face changed to a serious look and his tone of voice became urgent! “It DOES! IT DOES!”
But then he couldn’t hold up under the relentless motions of Natalie’s fingers as she drew more ticklishness out of him—-Or actually, maybe she pressed and teased more ticklishness INTO him!
In any event, Tim wailed a pitifully long noise of a tickled person’s lament— A noise that only comes when your ticklishness is being exposed and your torturer seems to be unaware of it!
James added to my buddy’s mental distress when he added, “I’ve never seen a boy THIS ticklish!”
THAT comment made Tim’s eyes reel in desperation! “NO PLEASE—“
Further words were cut short as Natalie reached the boy’s hips and began massage tickling and vibrating those wonderfully visible bony projections as they stood out so nicely… Skin covered targets for a tickler’s fingers and thumbs!
Tim screamed and shuddered under her touch and his voice dissolved into helpless ticklish laughter!
Natalie smiled. “I dunno, Amy..Maybe he really is that ticklish!
Amy grinned at her brother’s plight! “I guess you’ll just have to see!”
“Yeah, I’m not stopping anytime soon!” Natalie stated. “Not until my fingers fall off!”
My friend whimpered again at that bit of information! The girls were obviously just toying with Amy’s helpless sibling, intentionally adding to his mental frenzy while the one was physically tickling him!
I know in my heart that even if Tim KNEW their comments were said just to enflame his tickled boy’s mind, it wouldn’t have mattered! The effects, I feel, would have been just as devastating on his psyche!
The two ticklers talking ABOUT him but not AT him now increased Tim’s frenzied look! His voice was now a blend of cackling laughter, then gurgles of deeper sounds as the dark haired expert focused on his hips! Firmer pressing of her thumbs gave a couple of good shrieks of laughter from the helpless tickle toy!
Natalie’s eyes gleamed with that response and she smiled, “THERE you go!”
The innocent looking dark haired girl had a look on her face that is hard to describe, but one I will never, ever forget! It was as though she was an explosives expert focused on the most serious bomb threat in the world! Her eyes gleamed in the satisfaction of knowing she had my stretched out friend totally under her control, helpless to do anything but react to her tickling! But her look was MORE than that!
Her eyes were focusing on the ripples and creases of his immobilized pelvis, tummy and hip areas…Only occasionally flicking to the boy’s face at this time!
The innocent student Natalie was using her fingers at the sides of Tim’s hip bones to stabilize him for the relentless onslaught of her talented thumbs! Thumbs that were massaging, pressing, wiggling, and vibrating the area surrounding his hip bones! Then came the circular motions of her so very focused instruments of tickle torture!
My friend was a howling, panting and gasping mess! He reflexively tried to raise his head to make eye contact as he blurted out quick and emphatic pleas for mercy!
“JESUS!” “OH GOD!” “PLEASE!” Tim blurted, unable to keep his head up for very long! His stretched out position and the physical duress of the tickling wouldn’t allow it! It’s amazing how religious he became with the influence of Natalies expert fingers and thumbs!
But it was her focused semi-smile of satisfaction that made me cringe inside!
It was not a mean smile in any way….It was the smile of deep satisfaction that only comes from a person who is a master of their craft and enjoys every second of their chosen profession! It was so obvious that this girl was VERY experienced at tickling and tickle torture, and that she deeply loved every millisecond of the activity!
And that she was going to instill that deep intensity into my friend’s mind and body using her skillful thumbs! Her deft wiggling and waggling and circling of his hips was boring into his tickled boy’s brain!
Tim went from his religious phase to a more serious mode of spluttering laughter and noises! Huffing and puffing, sounds of “ERRRRRGGG” and “GAHHHH!” As he tried to regroup and hold off the ticklish sensations by squirming his hips, writhing under her touch! Yes, my friend was subconsciously trying to get away from those tickling fingers and thumbs, or to dislodge them from their targets to obtain a respite!
“Where you goin’?” The bright eyed Natalie teased.
Amy added, “Is little brother wanting to leave?” She laughed, with no sympathy at all for her diary thief!
The true knowledge of his ticklish fate was appearing in his wild eyes and shocked face! His attempts at dislodging the torturous fingers were failing…His only destination was more ticklishness from Natalie’s expert thumbs!
Pure and utter desperation makes you do all kind of things! Faced with the relentless hip tickling, my friend went from religious to semi defiant to …. Cursing!
His face was extremely tense as the tickling sensations he’d could not stop and could not tolerate were overwhelming his body, his senses, his poor overworked mind!
Staring at the ceiling with his mouth gaped open and his eyes panicked, Tim uttered “AWW—-FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!”
One of the girls holding him chuckled “Poor thing…”
Natalie’s eyes glistened as she KNEW she had their tickle toy all stressed out! Her thumbs and fingers stayed on him while it appeared to this spectator that her lean arms reset themselves anew and pressed in a bit more….
Tim released a frantic wail of surrender as another wave of ticklishness overtook him!
Natalie’s thumbs just kept ON the sensitive flesh just inside and below the prominences of the hip bones! Pressing and wiggling, moving in tight little circles as they began a devilishly effective vibrating motion!
Tim wailed and shrieked in helpless laughter! His inability to to move HAD to be adding to his anguish and his insanity as the dark haired girl just wouldn’t stop! Without moving her thumbs from the area of what would be his hip pockets on a pair of jeans, Natalie began adding her fingertips into the small area of extreme ticklishness! It looked like she started with the first two fingers but quickly all of her digits were vibrating his hip hollows! And the girl was freaking RELENTLESS!!!
Seeing my friend tickled so intensely brought back memories of my own experience being tickled by my group of friends at the camp! I remembered how bad it was being pounced on and held down briefly and being tickled to what I thought was an extreme level…But my experience was in no way like my poor friend who had made a bad choice in violating his sisters’ utmost privacy! This tickling was so much more planned, so much more thorough…So much more PROFOUND than what I had endured! Everyone in the group of holders securing my friend was intently watching the tickler! Amy and James, and this guy ‘D’ …Those not holding, but seemingly waiting patiently for what? I guessed they were awaiting their turn at tickling or some other task!
But they were also watching the dark haired friend doing her worst (?Best) to my helpless friend!
Tim was actually past the point of helpless! He’d been tickled at an extremely high level for what seemed a fairly long time now—I couldn’t say because I was mesmerized by the entire process! Even for me, the innocent bystander, it seemed like forever, considering how quickly the overstimulation had become ‘intolerable’ ! Tim was in that physical and MENTAL zone of ticklish anguish where seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours!
But as I stood transfixed by the sights and sounds of his experience, I began to realize the difference between this ‘session’ and my own and other tickling I had seen!
This girl Natalie, and the others, most likely…Were primarily into the tickling process ITSELF! It was obvious that they were using his body and mind as a gauge of how well they were performing the science and ART of tickling (and tickle torture)! Yes, they were monitoring Tim’s reactions… Watching for every nuance of his body language, his breathing patterns, his every little squirm or twitch under their (Natalie’s) fingers! They also studied his eyes and face for every small hint of his responses, however minor, that might give them a new bit of knowledge about his sensitivities and how they could best use that information to increase his ticklishness! Not just for HIS ticklishness (although he was the current subject under their control), but for every subject they would ever encounter after him!
If physical tickling and laughter and general anguish were the goals, they had pretty much surpassed that! My friend was a laughing, squirming, panting mess from what had been done so far! But I realized that their reason was not just to tickle his body…But his mind as well!
Natalie (and the group) were focused on driving him to heights of vulnerability and sensitivity that he had never experienced before…Then together, to enjoy his new found self awareness of his true level of ticklishness!
They intended to tickle him to absolute bits…To tickle him to his very CORE!
I came out of my inward daze to see the dark haired girl still massaging my friend’s hips! My God, how long had it been on his exquisitely ticklish hips? Tim was sounding more hoarse from his initial begging, laughing and mindless babbling!
The tickle torturer added a verbal little poke into his overworked body and mind!
“What are you feeling right now?” Murmured Natalie. Her voice was not threatening, or taunting at this point…The girl just wanted…Knowledge!
My friend’s face showed he was spent! He had been laughing and crying out in anguish and his brief pause let his tickler have the chance for her question.
“It tickles…..it tickles…..” Tim gurgled, his mouth hanging open, his voice barely audible after being teased and tormented for so long!
“My God….” I murmured. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! My young friend was sweating and looked very disheveled from his tickling experience so far. Natalie was STILL pressing her thumbs at his hips and the surrounding area, but it seemed had backed off on the most intense pressure…The boy was still moaning, but sucking in more air, a reflex from his body wanting to be ready in case there was more! Even though Tim was calming a bit, I sensed he knew there was more tickling to come!
I DID know for sure! No one was easing the pressure on his limbs! Plus, they all were keeping their eyes mostly on Natalie and Amy for their next moves.
Tim made a whimpering little noise of “Ah ho….Ah ho…” as his head moved slowly from side to side… Then I realized what I was hearing!
My poor tickled out friend was trying to say “Ah no…Ah no…”
But his brain an body, both frenzied by the intense tickling, could not form the correct words! OMGGGGGGG! I thought to myself…He’s already incoherent….And they had only just begun on Tim’s obviously ticklish body!
Then Amy, sweet faced Amy, the other innocent looking female tickler, offered her request…
“It’s time we tickled his FEET!” She stated, her eyes aglow with anticipation! The smiles on both her and Natalie’s faces were so…. gleeful! There are few examples of total and deliberate sisterly joy that compare to the imminent revenge to be taken out on a terribly misbehaved younger brother! Amy was now stationed between the boy’s feet, and the leg holders slightly readjusted themselves to increase the immobility of his legs! THEY knew what new overstimulation was heading his way! And even more fun was that my friend realized it too!
“AH! Nooo…” Tim babbled, able to recover his senses enough to enunciate his wishes properly! But his recuperation was only temporary!
Amy, being the best older sister she could be, raked her fingertips (with her perfect, ‘just long enough’ nails) from under the edge of his heels to the underside of his immediately wiggling toes! Of course her nails made their presence known all along the path on his smooth soles!
“AAAAAAIEEEEEEE!!!” My friend shrieked with the newfound intensity of total surprise!
That noise of ticklish agony that came from Tim’s mouth was mind altering, at least to me! It was because even though he HAD to know his sister was going to attack his feet, her methods were so good that it didn’t matter! As expert a tummy and hip tickler he had just endured in the form of Natalie, he now faced his own sister, who was obviously the designated foot tickler of the group!
Then, with a mischievous grin on her lips, sweet little Amy gave a simple command to her teammates securing her brother’s legs!
“Hold those feet still, please!” The foot tickler requested!
And the holders? Not to leave their expertise and understanding without praise! Just after the first couple passes of Amy’s fingers up and down her younger sibling’s soles, the leg holders were already working BEFORE Amy’s official request to take hold of my friend’s wiggling toes! Before she had finished her command, they already had his feet totally immobilized and his toes held back!
And Natalie? That dark haired princess of tickling had quietly made her way around to kneel beside her friend Amy…I was actually a bit startled when I realized she had so silently come to this end to the table, so to speak!
I had shifted a bit so I could see exactly the same view that the two ticklers enjoyed! Once I was able to see them from the proper angle, even the novice observer in me could see the attraction of Tim’s feet!
I had noted much earlier that my friend had somewhat narrow feet, but now they were even more stretched out and immobilized (just like his tummy and hips)! The other thing I noticed about his feet was how they were simply pristine…All smooth and white, with no calluses or rough spots to distract one or to ‘work around’….The ball of his foot was well defined, with a definite crease between the more rounded ball of flesh and the smooth skin to the side and below! That crease, even though small, would give a tickler a great starting point for a fingernail or fingertip to start a journey, either circling the ball of the foot playfully or sliding downward in a more threatening manner, to the entire sole of the foot and then heel. Again, the heel had no thickened skin for interference or protection…It would be totally vulnerable to whatever tickling girls like Natalie and tickling twin sisters like Amy chose to do…!
I can’t ignore the very middle of the boy’s feet—His arches! Those arches were not flat, but had the perfect amount of curve to them…Curves that foretold their vulnerability and sensitivity! Ticklish curves that would HAVE to accept whatever finger motions the girls decided on using!
As I finished my ‘inner’ thoughts, I realized the two teammates were discussing my friend’s exposed feet!
Amy was tracing a single nail in the area beside Tim’s ball of his right foot!
“How about here, like I was talking about?” Smiled Amy.
Natalie replied, “Oh yeeeeah…” with the terrifying drawn out phrase of a truly satisfied tickler. Jesus! Natalie wasn’t even into the full motions yet and she was already absorbed by her position of absolute power! She barely started touching the boy with her own fingernail on the same location on his left sole! The two were going to have a great time on my friend’s poor feet, at the cost of his male dignity and embarrassment at his helpless situation! But mostly, his helpless ticklishness was going to be used against him!
Tim was already in total hysteria! He MUST have very sensitive feet, I thought to myself!
“OGOD! OGOD!” The boy wailed. “That TICKLES!” Tim tried to raise his head to make eye contact but couldn’t hold up for very long!
He was already panting as if he’d run a half marathon! This was going to be so easy for the tickling girls!
“Yeah?” Amy smiled. “Where are we tickling?” She KNEW her friend would want to make the boy tell about his feelings and sensations!
“My FEET! MY FEET!” Squealed Tim!
“C’Mon….” Natalie grinned. “What part of your feet?”
Wow! I smiled to myself! I was realizing how Natalie was just too much! She was a talented tickler, but was also such a tickle scientist and psychologist!
Natalie lived not just for the physical tickling, but to really get inside the mind of whatever tickle toy she had under her power that day! Making the tickled boy name a spot while dissolving in ticklish hysteria? Now THAT is pure tickle torture at the very maximal levels!
The girls traced one single finger down the center of each foot, pressing a bit harder and wandering from side to side a bit! Tim was shuddering all over, trying to break contact with those digits!
“The bottoms!” My friend said!
“Nooooo…” Natalie grinned. “Amy, I guess we’d better SHOW him!”
With that, the dark haired girl used all her fingers at once and set them at the base of his toes! Amy followed her motions! As his sister readied her digits, Tim shrieked in anticipation of the sensory overload he KNEW was going to come!
“AMY!” He screamed. “SIS!!!” He then gathered himself. “AHHH SHIT NO!” He spat out!
The two ticklers RAKED their nails down his soles!
Good GOD! My friend was beside himself in ticklish agony!!! He screeched to high heaven as they raked back up and then down!
“Where?” Natalie demanded again!
Tim wailed as they tickled more! And his voice broke down into frantic blubbering! “I’m sorry! I’m SORRY! I’MSORRY!I’MSORREE!!!”
Amy smiled. “He really DOESN’T know!”
“For REAL?” Natalie chuckled. “SOLES!” The tickle torturer called out!
Both took one last, shivering rake down his sensitive soles! His whole freaking body appeared to ripple under that touch! He jolted like he’d been hit by an electrical current!
“AAAAIIYeeee!!!” Shrieked my helpless friend! It was tough watching this guy about the same age get tickle tortured like that….But somehow…I was starting to enjoy his predicament!
Then Amy began using her fingers in a spidery fast motion and brought those scribbling fingertips into his arch! Natalie followed quickly!
“NOW where?” The dark hair tickler asked! She gave firmer scratching into the curve of his smooth arch! Of course, Tim’s loving sister did the same!
“FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!” Tim screamed! “MY ARCHES! MY ARCHES!”
“THERE you go!” Natalie said! Her eyes were concentrating on the softness of the boy’s smooth curve of that section of his foot! She obviously was not going to miss anything about his perfect and pristine feet!
Then, out of the side of my vision, I saw the “D” guy move toward the action! He slipped a thick towel under each heel so the floor was covered, but from —Wow! The helper had a bottle of coconut oil in his hand and unsnapped the cap! He held it near Tim’s feet!
“Ready for this?” Daryl asked, smiling. He freakin’ knew the answer! That query was just to send a jolt of torment into my friend’s mind! By this time, the least experienced person on the planet would know that every new thing this team did was going to add to the guy’s ticklishness!
Geeze! Part of me wanted to feel sorry for my friend in his current state of immobility and duress….But I was too enthralled with the methods, the techniques, the mental torture they were putting my friend through!
And make no mistake—Now I WANTED to see what this oil would do! My friend brain went from thinking “OMG! Sorry buddy!” to “Hee hee…Sorry buddy, they’re gonna get you so GOOOOOD!”
Maybe Amy read my mind, or she just wanted to add to her brother’s mental anguish…But she answered by question with a warning to Tim!
“This is REALLY gonna tickle with the slippery oil!” She sang out to whoever didn’t know!
I shivered inside with that answer….Tim groaned!
Daryl was careful to dribble oil on his hand and slather it over the boy’s soles, being careful to keep the oil from the holders’ fingers! I could tell that the oil was so slippery that if it got onto their fingers and Tim’s toes, the holders would have a difficult time keeping my friend’s feet immobile!
As soon as those perfect narrow feet were slathered in oil, the two best friend ticklers attacked! The went after the boy’s soles and arches with their fingers kept tight in a line so a row of nails could be skittered and skimmed quickly across his sensitive skin!
Tim screeched even more, but his voice was sounding hoarse! It looked like both of them were just concentrating on whatever crease or fold they could find, and using the ‘brushing’ motions of their hands as though they were shining a pair of shoes!
I was relishing my friend’s agony at this point! His sensitivity was so obvious and being used for maximum effect! His voice was all over the place in tone and volume, all sorts of nonsense coming from his mouth!His words were only partially coherent but getting worse and worse!
D held out two medium sized hairbrushes…The handles fit easily into the girls hands, and the bristles were flexible plastic with silicone balls at each tip! I could tell that with the oil making Tim’s feet a slippery mess, there was no way the two were NOT going to use the brushes on his soles!
Amy grinned and said gently, “Ready, little brother?”
My poor friend didn’t really stand a chance! Immobilized and stretched out over the pillow, all four limbs pressed tightly to the carpet, he could only raise his head a short distance! Even then, the fatigue from the tickling made it difficult for him to keep his head up even to make eye contact with the two torturers at his feet!
The two girls just glanced at each other, both with their eyes gleaming…It was like a contest, each waiting for the other to strike first! The air between them was charged even thought they didn’t spend long at all in waiting…Amy moved her hand first! Natalie instantly followed, not wanting to be left out or too far behind!
Tim’s twin sister and her friend began brushing the brother’s oily feet!
The brother began hollering for them to stop!
“GOD! NO! PLEASE!” Was as far as my friend got before the silicone tips on the flexible plastic bristles overwhelmed his senses! The motions of the brushes going back and forth, up and down, in what had to be varying degrees of pressure on his soles, his arches, the heels, and the balls of each foot!
The feet are so packed with nerve endings that its really just unfair!
Unlike the studious exploration Natalie had done on the boy’s tummy and hips…The feet were much less area and yet so very sensitive!
The two friends and teammates had already raked, scribbled, scraped and scratched my buddy’s feet to perfection! They already knew his worst areas, so now it was just a matter of repeating the same treatment with the oil and brushes! For his arches, the balls of his feet, and his heels, it was simply a hundred times worse with the addition of the oil!
The lubricant obviously served to increase his ticklish sensations immensely! The girls knew it and took full advantage while little brother did squeal like a baby and plead his sister for mercy!
“SIS!” Tim cajoled. “NO! PLEASE! YOU GOTTA STOP!”
“You shoulda not taken her diary!” The dark haired tickler advised, her brush going every which way and lighting the boy’s feet like they were on fire! Then she added some speed and pressure on his poor sensitive feet!
Tim screamed at the added sensation and intensity! “Shit! I HATE you!” He babbled.
Natalie smiled and brushed on …and ON! Amy did as well, making her twin a helpless mess! Then the sweet faced twin sister asked D for a favor! She nodded her head at her brother’s toes … and the helper guy knew just what to do! Daryl slathered oil on the underside of my friends’ toes, being careful to keep the holders fingers dry!
Tim felt the oil an tried to jerk his body spastically to escape—But there was none! The two girls immediately set in on the underside of his toes, angling the sides of those medium hairbrushes for best contact!
My friend screamed in ticklish agony, and began a staccato series of “Sorry!SORRY!SOOOORRRY!” The hair brushing experts swished those newest tools back and forth, a couple rows of bristles sliding along the underside the bodies of his toes and and making sure everyone heard poor Tim’s embarrassing apologies!
His pleas were not specific to anything in particular or he would have apologized for the theft and holding hostage of Amy’s diary! His words were simply the mindless babbling from his ticklish hysteria—The sensations were obviously just too much and too overwhelming! Daryl added oil every so often to keep his ticklish toes and feet well lubricated, and I started to wonder if those two were EVER going to stop with their favorite tools!
Then, they each slowed down and paused the tickling….I sighed in relief FOR my friend as his panting was now very audible and a gasping quality! Now, it seemed, my friend would be allowed a break!
But not for long! As Tim began thanking the two, they each put down the hairbrushes and began slipping some sort of gloves on their hands!
Amy smiled. “We aren’t finished yet, little brother!”
“Not nearly finished!” Stated Natalie. “Miles to go!”
Those comment made ME cringe FOR the guy!
“AAAaaaaaaah GAAAWD…!” Tim panted in anguish.
I got a better look at the gloves and realized what they were—-Pet grooming gloves! The kind with silicone nubs all over the fingers and palms! Jesus—Those things were going to be SO incredibly ticklish for him! And stretched out Tim couldn’t see the impending doom that was about to be unleashed on him!
That Daryl guy slathered MORE oil on his feet and stepped back out of the way. Four hands with pet grooming gloves began swirling over my buddy’s soles, working a ticklish massage as it appeared they were going to try to work the oil directly through his skin and into his mind itself!
“YIIII—EEEEE!” My friend unleashed a loud squeal of total surprise!
Another scream of ticklish agony filled our ears but soon the boy fell into a state of moaning anguish! He burst out in uncontrollable laughter and begging! He took time to try to eke out one quick question between great rasping gulps of air!
“WHA—-“ The tickle toy gasped! He couldn’t finish his question, but the girls knew what he was asking!
Army took a couple of of seconds from the physical torture and held up one gloved hand!
“SHIT!” The tormented boy hissed out, realizing what was causing those new and deep sensations on his tender, pristine soles!
The girls resumed the motions! Now each well oiled foot had two gloves sliding and wallowing all over his creases! The tickle toy screamed out in ticklish agony once more, but those gloved fingers and palms just kept on him!
From my own tickling before, I realized how immensely sensitive a person’s feet can be! I knew it was pure hell to have someone going after the small area that is your sole and arch, but my friend had the added bonus of multiple hands and oiled flesh to increase his experience to a new level of intensity!
Natalie was working away, then asked Daryl for “..A bit more oil, please”
The guy unsnapped the cap and drizzled more lubricant on Tim’s feet, while my friend yelped out in surprise! Evidently, even a tiny bit of fresh oil revitalized his skin’s sensitivity! His blubbering laughter became MORE frantic after the new oil was applied!
The girls weren’t stopping, even finding new ways to add to my friend’s distress! Amy discovered that working her gloved thumbs into his arches sent her twin brother into a very hysterical place!
“Look here!” The sweet faced girl called to her friend! Natalie glanced over to watch and immediately imitated those motions on Tim’s other arch!
Tim’s laughing became gurgling and babbling as he was starting to tire….He was seemingly becoming more fatigued under the girls’ expert fingers…His laughter dissolving into…just gasping and rasping as it took more of his energy just to keep enough air in his lungs for breathing! Even to the novice onlooker like me, I could tell his level or quality of ticklishness was becoming different in some way!
The two girls at his feet couldn’t see his facial expressions very well, but one of the holders at his arms gave a report!
“Oh yeah!” Emily said, her face beaming in recognition. “You’re gettin’ him now!”
Getting him? I tried to process that comment, while my friend’s voice began blending into a constant moan…and then that faded! I shifted so I could see Tim’s face more clearly!
The girls kept working his feet with their gloves…Those perfect, narrow, oiled feet!
My friend’s face was like someone who was simply not there anymore…His mouth was open….he was taking in air only….the only sound coming out was his exhalations…He was past the point of laughing…past the point of coherent speech…just little whimpers and mewls were coming from his gaping mouth! His EYES! My friend’s eyes were no longer focusing, or at least not for very long…
But his eyes did change a couple times, as though TRYING to recapture their clarity…and when they did that…they had an expression of pleading! And not toward the girls at his feet! My friend was past the point of being able to focus on someone so far away! It was obvious that in this tickle induced stupor, Tim was looking ANYWHERE for mercy…for ANY sort of pity….Anything that would make the tickling stop! My tickled out friend did manage a small noise, a squeak as it were…Again, trying to get ANY bit of communication across to anyone in the group without having to use words he just couldn’t form!
Watching his ‘meltdown’ from tickling was like seeing his entire soul….He had no more secrets left….Those girls had relentlessly uncovered his ticklishness and bared it all for the entire group to see…
More importantly…Tim seemed to realize something as well….How truly vulnerable and ticklish he really, really was…!
The look of utter helplessness and vulnerability on his face gave me small tingles of warning on the back of my neck…Because for lack of the group’s decision, that could be ME in their power! But that tingling feeling ended quickly as a general warmth came over my body and mind! I felt different….Awakened by the transformation I had just seen…A boy tickled to bits and to his absolute limits!
Or so I thought! As I found out as the afternoon progressed, I had so much more to learn….
As Tim’s breathing and facial expressions began to go back toward normal, Natalie began quizzing him on the previous activities…
“So….” The dark haired girl asked. “How was our tickling?”
“Aww, geeeeze…” Tim exhaled. “You know how it was! It was TORTURE!!” His face started to turn angry, but he realized he was still held down..So he kept calm when he looked like he wanted to spew venom with his comments! He calmed himself and continued!
“You KNEW it tickled bad and you WOULDN’T STOP!” He was starting to pant again!
Daryl chimed in…”What was the worst part?”
“Jesus! It was ALL bad!” My friend stammered! “It was ticklish everywhere you touched! Being held down…The oil! And those gloves!”
D spoke again. “Those were pretty bad, huh?”
“Yeah!” My buddy’s eyes glistened in anger. “You KNOW it was! And you kept putting on more oil!!!!”
“Yeah…I did..” The helper guy grinned like he really enjoyed it!
“You fucker….” Hissed my friend! Then he thought better of his smart mouth! “I’m sorry—-“
“That’s okay…” D said. “I’d be the same way!”
Natalie spoke. “You know we’re gonna do more, right?” She said.
Tim’s face changed entirely—From a semi-defiant name caller to
panicked expression in milliseconds!
My friend’s eyes got wide as he tried to make eye contact with Natalie and his sister! He IMPLORED them to reconsider!!!
“GIRLS!” He blurted in a frantic tone! “PLEASE! C’Mon! I’m TICKLISH! You KNOW I’m ticklish! PLEEEASE!”
“We DO know you’re ticklish, little brother!” Smiled Amy. She was relishing her role as the the ‘evil’ twin sister and tickler!
“Yeah…We knew you were ticklish from the start!” Grinned Natalie. “So why’d you lie?”
“You KNOW why!” The boy said, trying to keep his voice low, but looking more flustered!
The dark haired tickler shook her head just a bit, in that universal sign that she was looking for more…
Tim could’t stop talking now….But he did try to direct his words toward Natalie and his sister.
“It’s…Aah Geeze…” My friend was really falling apart now! “It’s embarrassing that I’m so sensitive! Guys aren’t supposed to BE so ticklish!” Then he babbled, “And everyone will see…How I couldn’t hold up….” His breathing was as fast as if they were actually tickling him!
Those two girls KNEW he had a bit more confessing to offer…Their silence and his anxiety broke him…
His voice low….Tim stammered, “OMG! PLEASE! I - I knew I couldn’t take it!”
Wow! My young strong friend told them everything!
“Not everyone can hear you!” Natalie grinned. “Say it LOUDER!”
My friend was hysterical with the anticipation of another round of profound and thorough tickling! He immediately obeyed the dark haired tickler’s command…As though it would somehow matter!
“I’M TICKLISH!” My buddy hollered to the ceiling…
Amy grinned. “Again, brother!”
“I”M TICKLISH! I”M TICKLISH AND I CANT TAKE IT!” The boy bellowed in another level of mental surrender! He looked so distraught…So helpless….
It was funny how he added that last bit, hoping to buy his way out of what we all knew was inevitable! But no one ever offered that as a trade! They just wanted him to jump through their mental hoops!
GAWWWD! My friend was officially wrecked and they hadn’t even started with their fingers for the next phase of tickling him yet! Tim was panting and groaning in anguish! To be honest…I was really starting to enjoy these games the group was playing…And the effect they were having on poor Tim!
“Whooooahhhh….” Chuckled someone in the crowd.
“Wow” Called out another girl holding him down. “They’re gonna get you sooo good!”
My buddy was still increasing his panic mode—And who could blame him after the torment he’d just bee through? But then my thoughts went to his writhing and spasming…His stretched out torso, tummy and hips…His pitiful little meltdown face…So who could blame THEM for wanting to tickle him more? If it meant more of the same endearing looks and behavior…Why NOT?
Natalie spoke quietly. “Here’s what we are gonna do…” She started out very slowly….”We’re gonna tickle your tummy and hips again…Slow and methodical…Find every ticklish spot you have…”
Tim was freaking out! “You already DID that!” He started panting as though he’d run a marathon!
“Yeah…” Natalie kept on toying with him. “But this time—We’re gonna use coconut oil, just like we did on your feet!” She then added, “You know it’s gonna be WAAAY more ticklish this time….”
A girl from the audience teased, “Yeah and they won’t stop until their fingers cramp!”
My friend’s eyes went super wide, and got a wild look to them!
“FUCK! NO—PLEASE!” The boy cursed out in anguish! His face got more frenzied when he realized how much more ticklish it would be with the oil on his skin!
“Fuck YES!” Stated a new voice—It was James! He looked at his upcoming tickle toy as though Tim was the last one on earth! Then he continued his comments. “And then….I’m gonna do your ribs!”
OMG! The tone of his voice made James sound just like he’d would be an even more intense tickler than Natalie!
As I watched this next scene unfold, I couldn’t help but feel cringy about my own tickling event and how helpless I felt when pounced on by several others!
But my friend was incredibly more vulnerable than I ever was..Held down so securely by these ‘experts’…Immobilized…His tummy, hips and torso still stretched out…Every square inch of flat skin exposed…Every little dip or crease made visible on his tummy, torso, pelvis and hip area! The ONLY word to describe him and his perfect anatomy was…INVITING!
Even though I enjoyed tickling girls, I was in total appreciation for what these two young women and their friends were doing! The gender of their subject was obviously not important to them…My friend had literally become just an opportunity to exhibit and exercise their tickling skills! A true tickle toy for their enjoyment, but also a ticklish person who they could enlighten about his own ticklishness while exposing his weakness to the audience in attendance! A live model for their exquisite methods! I was enthralled with their techniques and their mental games as well. At least for this period of time, Tim as my friend became less important to me…But Tim as the tickled subject of the group’s every whim….THAT idea was taking over my mind…
My brain switched from deep contemplation to the reality of the stretched out boy before me! Natalie was on his left side, Amy on the right side of his lower tummy as he was bumped up and stretched out.
Each girl was resting their fingertips on his low to mid tummy area…an area made flat by his position. Held down by the arms so securely, Tim couldn’t see what those devious female hands were doing, but he could FEEL the gentle grazing touch that was resuming on his tender and ticklish tummy! He and the entire group of holders and watchers knew that more tickling was to come…And he was quickly becoming a frantic mess of apprehension and anticipation!
“Oh No! OH NO!” He stuttered. “C’Mon!C’MON!PLEEASE?”
OMG! His whimpering was incredible…I’d never heard sounds like this from anyone being tickled…let alone some ‘strong’ young man! Some bits of my conscience WANTED to feel sympathy for my friend…But the innate pull of my human nature was getting the best of me! An ‘innocent’ pull…if you will! A ‘pure’ human nature—I didn’t want the tickle torture for meanness! Like the rest of the group I guess, I DID want it just to EXPLORE—The mind and body and psyche of the stretched out and vulnerable subject of the day…A tickle experiment…or a tickle toy, if you prefer to think of him that way!
One of the girls near his head tried to keep him calm. Was her name Maddy?
“C’Mon, Tim…” She said. ”Calm down…It’s only tickling……You’re gonna be alright…”. She touched his hair.
“OkOKOK!” My friend babbled, trying his best not to melt down BEFORE the two at his tummy started in on him! To mentally and physically collapse THAT soon would be sooo embarrassing for him! But Jeeze! I still think he was literally on the verge of crying from the pure anguish of his helpless situation!
He calmed down just a little bit, when I saw the two girls do something totally unexpected! Both leaned over and from what I could see of Amy’s face—They placed their MOUTHS on opposite sides of the boy’s tummy! They were on the lowest area of his bare expanse of flesh…And I could see Amy’s lips working against his skin! Natalie was bent over away from me, but I KNEW she was doing the same maneuver!
Amys’ lips appeared to be curled over her teeth, and by pressing in, she was ’working’ the boy’s flesh with a sort of ‘nibbling’ motion! Even more stressful, both young women were adding a murmuring, ‘Nom Nom Nom’ sound that vibrated their lips!
GOD in HEAVEN! My mind reeled seeing this new method, but I was not as surprised as poor Tim!
With the new and unexpected sensations of ‘mouth tickling’…I swear my friend’s mind went onto some ‘out of body’ experience!!!
The long and intense wail that came from Tim did NOT come from his voice alone! This wail was borne of a thousands of years of his human genetic code! All through history, we humans have responded to unexpected and surprising events that make them wail…I mean REALLY wail! Physical trauma, or the mental anguish of loss or simply great failures…Of goals not achieved! Of circumstances THRUST upon you! This wail that came from Tim’s pitiful and gaping mouth was not just from his mind or body…It was coming from the bits of his DNA, molded by centuries of genetic memories of past instances of human helplessness!
That was it! This wail I heard today was from the unmistakeable inner knowledge of Tim’s mind, body, and genetic code—The awareness of his DNA as it was met by an unforeseen and unstoppable force, a force with intensity that is definitely PERCEPTIBLE but NOT measurable!
Not to this human’s mind, anyway…Or any of us, actually!
The two ticklers were working his flesh with their nibbling and gnawing motions to a degree his poor boy brain and body had never felt before!
The wail Tim loosed was a long, haunting combination of total and ABSOLUTE despair…And it came from the depths of his very CORE! It was a culmination of all of his losses to the girls…His loss of coherent thinking…His loss of control and independence…His deep embarrassment at the loss of his own self confidence!
My friend’s wail of ticklish lament also depicted his future….The plan of the two girls to continue using their mouths and lips to send him to even greater heights of incoherent glory as they proved his helpless ticklishness to themselves, to the group, and to his own psyche!
I watched closely as I could see Amy’s performance very well…Her lips pressing on his flesh, her murmurs of ‘MMMM..MMMM…MMMM!’
The older sister was taking full advantage of her twin! Her relentless mouthing was unmerciful! The brother began filling the air with a shrieking, uncontrollable laughter! His head was bobbling from side to side in agony!
Jesus! I thought, how could this girl do this to her own brother? But as I succumbed to the scene before me, being sucked into the strong whirlpool of tickling exuberance, my mind changed to ‘how could she NOT?’ Amy had the look of a scientist seeing something new for the very first time! She had lost all hints of vengeance she may have held, and now just wanted to keep exploring, searching, finding the first and last bit of his extreme ticklishness!
The big sister looked up at me from her mouthing of Tim’s flesh!
“C’Mere…”. Amy murmured an offer… I don’t remember moving, but I found myself like…teleported to her side! I still couldn’t believe this situation, but I had to pay attention as she began talking.
“You saw those spasms before?” The brown haired lovely asked.
“Yea…” I answered, afraid to misspeak and be sent back to the crowd!
Amy said, “You cover your teeth like this…” The girl demonstrated, her lips curling over her sharp incisors. “Then you just open your mouth and press around that spasm!”
“Uh huh…” I murmured, still mesmerized by my good fortune!
Amy smiled and resumed her quick lesson. “Then you just kind of bite down…nibble, gnaw…chomp…whatever you feel like doin’ to the poor guy!”
OMG! Her eyes were ablaze with anticipation.
“Are you ready?” My tutor asked. It was difficult for me to tell which of us was more enthusiastic about my first mouth tickling! Amy’s face showed total infatuation with the idea of watching ME perform this particular maneuver!
“Yeah..” I gurgled, my voice raspy. I was almost a bit dizzy. I vaguely remember Tim protesting, even with Natalie still gnawing away across from us!
“BRYCE!” My friend blurted. “What are you doing?” He said in disbelief!
I was locked in on that taut playground of sensitive flesh…Amy pointed to one small area that was already trembling from the overstimulation he was already enduring from the relentless Natalie. She grazed it with one gentle fingernail to give me a sure landmark to start my journey!
I couldn’t respond to my friend’s babbling! I just had to concentrate! As I leaned over, I do remember he called me some names! I didn’t care what—Because I was going for his tremoring flesh like a hungry shark!
I pressed my open lips onto his tummy and felt a tiny bit of quivering!
“Feel it?” Amy asked, ecstatic because she could tell from my eyes that I felt something!
“Uh HUH!” I murmured into my friend’s taut and ticklish flesh! I surrounded that tiny little tremor and made it MINE!
Tim let out another scream of lament as his friend (Me) began gnawing and nibbling that spot!
My friend was able to eke out one short phrase between peels of his helpless laughter…”You ALLL SUCK!!!!”
It was obvious I was successful, and Amy laughed. “THERE you go!”
I continued nomming…the mouth tickling allowed me to feel things I never knew I could! So much more sensitive than fingers, my open mouth just wouldn’t let up! I heard Natalie working across from me, and we did a fine job of keeping my friend Tim in a great deal of ticklish distress! The holders wouldn’t let him move but a centimeter or so while we mouthed him…and the flesh all stretched out? This was a delight! So easy now that the boy had been tickled up and primed for this new and fun method!
Nomming looked more difficult from a distance! But once I got over the initial shock of his sister’s sweet invitation, I ‘latched on’ to his flesh just as easily as if I was gripping his ribs or tickling his feet!
The real fun was feeling Tim’s underlying tension from the deep muscles as they tried reflexively to buck me off! My friend himself had no conscious thought of his own at this point! Even though our mouth tickling was not too far along, the intensity of the sensations had him dissolving into a state of total hysteria—His laughter constant and uncontrollable!
The tickled boy was not even able to form words! His laughter came in helpless waves of hyper stimulation, initially with distinct sounds of
“AHAHA! AHAHA! HO! HAA! HUUUUUH!”
That quickly melted into short bursts of “HA! WHOO! WAH! EEEE!”—Those special sounds of what I call ‘tickle gibberish’!
Tim’s constant state of hysteria and frenzy from the relentless mouthing of his sensitive flesh forced his voice to become quieter in a quest for air instead of words!
Finally, he was only able to moan and murmur his responses as the lower volume required less effort and less air!
“Huuuuuh….Uhhhhh…Guuuuuuh” Are those sounds of ticklishness that came later, especially as my friend mustered enough resolve to try to look at whoever was close enough to make eye contact!
When I heard those sounds of extreme ticklish lament, I was nearing the crest of his hip bone…And now I could glance toward his head and see some of the looks that the mouth tickling was creating!
My GOD it was good! Seeing the helpless face and eyes as the tickled boy was only able to lay there and respond? Priceless!
But now Natalie and I were on Tim’s so nicely defined hip bones and the soft flesh below and around them! She engulfed the prominence on her side, using her gnawing and nibbling to perfection!
The shell of my friend Tim’s mind and body created a new shriek of ticklish agony as the dark haired girl’s lips worked their magic!
I followed her pattern and did the same thing, and had the satisfaction of hearing my ticklish friend respond to my actions the very same way!
I mouthed and mauled the hip bone and surrounding flesh with renewed vigor, trying to match the tickler girl across from me! Tim began another helpless round of inevitable laughter, but it more quickly deteriorated into the mindless noise that signaled ticklishness at the highest levels!
I began to realize what it was like to be caught up in the tickling fixation, and what Natalie, Amy, and the rest of the group truly enjoyed about their activities!
Yes, Tim was my friend, but I didn’t care! I HAD to go on! I COULDN’T stop!
I was ADDICTED to the sensations of his ripples and spasms my mouth was feeling from his sensitive flesh, as well as the power I had over his helpless, ticklish mind and body! To KNOW I was the one causing him to squirm, to laugh, to groan in anguish…To KNOW I was the one pushing him to the highest levels of ticklishness…
I was brought out of my mental daze by someone lightly shaking my shoulder!!!!
“Hey…Hey there…” Said a sweet, soft voice….It was Amy!
“You need to let me back in there…I need my turn now…”
I realized I was still latched onto Tim’s flesh…My mind returned to the present….I lifted up from my playground, sighing in both contentment and disappointment…. I felt a little dizzy….So I stopped moving away from him.
“Are you okay?” Amy asked, again with her sweetest tone.
“Uh…Yeah….” I mumbled. I realized I may have spent minutes mouthing the guy! Damn—It felt like barely any time at all! But still, I apologized. “Sorry…” I murmured, embarrassed that I lost track of time and had to be asked to stop!
“No problem…” Said Amy.
Some one in the audience said, “Wow! He was really getting into it!”
“Who WOULDN’T?” Asked Natalie! Her face was beaming, along with Amy!
Then she asked Amy, “You ready to finish with his nomming?”
“Sure!” Replied the sweet older sister. She looked at her twin as she added. “Then we have some oiling up to do!”
Natalie looked down at her tickle toy…”Yeah…..” She smiled.
Tim said, ”Aw fu-u-u-ck…..” But it was spoken with a distinct whimpering lilt of absolute and total defeat!
OMG….Poor Tim….My boy brain couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him….but only a bit…I smiled to myself….
The two girls leaned over and resumed their mouth tickling—-surrounding his hip bones and working that thin flesh with their ‘nomming’ lips once more, using both their motions and sounds of ‘MMM MMM MMM” to bring poor Tim right back to his extreme and ticklish reality!
His shrieks of uncontrollable laughter resumed, and they nommed away, making circles around his hip bones and finding his hottest spots time and time again!
They moved up along his upper tummy and onto his abdomen…testing every dip and crease along the way! Moving to the sides, mouthing his soft flesh of his flanks! More sounds of anguish coming from the guy as they worked their way to his lower ribs….
Once there, each girl began feasting on the bones of his rib cage that formed the familiar inverted ‘V’ so visible on the stretched-out boy!
This was where the two appeared to be more biting and chewing his thin flesh as it covered his extra ticklish ribs!
Tim howled in laughter from the new tickling sensations that they kept coming up with to torture him! Then collapsing into weak moaning just like before! Finally, after nibbling on his entire lower bones of his cage, and thoroughly tasting the flesh between the inverted V…..The girls let up…
Amy smiled, “Have you had enough mouth tickling, little brother?”
Poor Tim whimpered, “Yes…Yes…Please…..”
“Good….” Natalie murmured. “Now my fingers are rested…Its time for some oil….”
Amy wouldn’t let him go without a question! “So how WAS the mouth tickling, anyway?”
My friend was beside himself! It wasn’t enough to endure the tickling…But having to replay it verbally for his tormentors’ enjoyment was TRUE torture! But he also knew he’d better answer!
“It was the WORST!” Tim was close to tears with his extreme anguish!
“MY GOD! PLEASE….”
Amy and Natalie just grinned at their success…They knew there was more to come!
At this point, helper guy Daryl unsnapped the lid of the coconut oil and began drizzling it on Tim’s low tummy, then upwards to the hips and all around! When Tim felt the cool oil on his ticklish flesh, he knew what was going to happen and his body squirmed the tiniest bit, as if trying to keep the oil away!
D smiled and began using one hand to smooth the puddles of oil all over the boy’s stretched out flesh, from side to side on his low low tummy…all the way up to his hip bones! Just the touch of him spreading the lubricant made my friend frantic once more! His eyes bugged out, his panting returned!
“AW SHIT! AW SHIT!” Tim squawked in anguish!
Natalie settled in on top his thighs once more…”Thanks D!” She said.
“My pleasure….” Answered Daryl. “He’s all yours…..”
My GOD—Truer words were never spoken!
Natalie, perched atop my friend’s legs, only paused to reach back and tighten the hair fastener that kept her short ponytail in place! It was obvious that she wanted to prevent any distraction from loose strands of hair during her next turn on Tim’s sensitive body!
A body that was now oiled up and would be much more sensitive than when she tickled him with dry skin!
Someone from the audience said, “My God! The oil is gonna make it WAY more ticklish!”
I could see Tim’s breathing quicken with that comment!
“H—How much more?” I asked, my voice quavering for my friend! I’d seen how bad the oil on his feet made his experience! I couldn’t imagine what the large expanse of tender flesh would be like for him!
The dark haired girl began tracing her fingertips over his very slippery low tummy! “About 1000%….” She smiled…As though she were about to dine on the most delicious meal on the planet!
Tim’s eyes rolled back in his head as he whimpered again…
Natalie began repeating her original motions…tracing one fingernail and fingertip across the lowest, lowest part of Tim’s oiled and stretched out tummy. Only this time, the oil provided a perfect, friction-free playground! Coconut oil it seemed, was the magic elixir for absolute and profound tickle torture! From this first touch of her second visit to his immobilized and vulnerable lower body, I could tell everything was different! It was as though her touch was magnified tremendously—Tim seemed to be responding so much faster! The same touch was making him squirm and murmur little sounds that took longer the first time!
Natalie seemed to relish this position because now she could sit atop her tickle toy, keeping his bare flesh under her watchful gaze but still enjoy most of his facial expressions and head movements!
As she teased his tummy, my friend’s breathing increased in depth and pace…His head lolled from side to side…Her fingertips tickled and grazed…then stopped at one spot! I knew from earlier the girl must have detected some quivering little ripple or spasm…It was what her fingers and mind were meant for…exploring a person’s form for all of its hidden sensitivities…then homing in…like a hunter seeking its prey…
Tim’s face and eyes told all his secrets…As Natalie teased and tormented his oiled tummy, his breathing became more irregular…more toward panting…still light panting…..but I could tell and see the renewed panic building in his face and eyes…
My friend turned his head to the side and pressed his nose and one eye into his outstretched bicep…His lips made a straight line…not clenched but reserved…trying so desperately to hide his ticklishness from the dark haired girl! Even as a guy I could appreciate the simple freaking cuteness of it all…Tim trying to hide himself, hide his inner self…holding out just in case this time would be different..Jeeeze it really was the tickled person’s dilemma! And as a guy, I know its just automatic—You can’t help but want to hide your ticklishness, your embarrassment over this one stupid weakness….The one weakness that anyone with fingers can exploit on you, no matter how tough you think you are or try to make yourself out to be…
Tim’s whole body and soul were tense now….feeling the increased tickling sensations from the expert tickler…His eyes opened into half slits…I could tell his resolve was starting to fail. As a guy I was secretly imploring him to stay strong and tough…But now as I was transforming more into a true tickler….I was also secretly enjoying his new anguish!
After all, at the end of the day, it’s just tickling!
I had already seen so much….And done a bit of my own tickling (Thanks to Amy)…Now I was enjoying his tension and his inevitable collapse into hysteria!
The dark haired tickling expert was moving her fingertips all over my friend’s tummy, pressing into his glistening and sensitive flesh! Tim was holding any verbal response inside..trying to stay quiet, as though if he held out long enough, the girl would go away!
Suddenly, my buddy half choked, half coughed in response as Natalie finally had tickled him enough! His belly and tummy rippled with peals of laughter that he could not hold in any longer! He was able to calm a tiny bit when…
“More oil, please…” Smiled Natalie at her helper and friend!
D unsnapped the bottle of oil and drizzled some more of the magic elixir on Tim’s flesh!
My friend moaned in agony! “NOOO! PLEEASE!”
Amy smiled at her brother! “Whats the matter, Timmy?” His older sister cooed. “Too ticklish?”
“YEEEESSSS!” The boy hissed loudly!
Natalie smiled at me, but direct a question to the tortured boy!
“Tell us how it is compared to before?”
She kept tickling his tummy….Tim shrieked as she teased a new spot of trembling flesh!
“WORSE!” He bleated out! “WAY WORSE!” He was trying to look at Natalie to make SURE she knew! PLEEEASE NO MORE OIL!”
OMG! So wild! I thought to myself. The oil going on his body was even more torturous that the tickling, it seemed!
Then came my next big SHOCK for the day!
Natalie glanced at me. “Wanna feel the spasms?”
Her fingers were palpating his tummy dips and flat areas….
“Su—ure—!” I heard my voice croak in surprise and exhilaration! I was going to have a chance to be tutored by the main tickler of the group! I was so surprised, I think I almost blacked out for a few milliseconds!
“Feel around on his tummy with just your fingertips!” The dark haired instructor told me. “Let the oil do the work…You remember the spasms from feeling with your lips?”
“Yeah…” I murmured. I swallowed. My fingers were moving..I watched the area as I felt his muscles underneath begin quivering….quivering….then a tiny bit of tightness!
“Got it!” I concentrated on that area even before her next comment!
“Tickle it!” Natalie said, almost as excited as I was! She obviously relished being a teacher of the tickling arts!
I scribbled faster with my finger, then began feeling more! I was creating a small wave or ripple under his skin! And my buddy kept snorting and coughing and laughing!
“Keep going!” Urged my instructor! Then she resumed her own teasing and we played together on my buddy’s helpless, sensitive, and immobilized flesh!
My friend was becoming more hysterical by the second! The barrage of tickling from our fingers was overwhelming him, to say the least!
I was thoroughly enjoying my role as co-tickler as Tim just kept getting louder! His was shrieking in laughter and tossing his head from side to side like a wild man! I became a bit scared that we’d gone to far when I saw one of the girls near his head use her hands to immobilize his head!
“Shhhhhhh….” Shushed Hannah. Looking at the frantic boy, she just kept shushing him. He started to calm but then got louder in a babbling cacophony of hysterical noises! That’s when one of the girls holding one of his arms reached over and clamped her hand over his open mouth!
Now his loud voice was muffled but he still tried to communicate with loud screams into her palm! OMG! I could tell this was tickling him so much!
“Should I stop!” I asked, my voice shaking!
“NO!" Natalie stated! “Do NOT stop! Keep going!” She shifted toward his upper body!
The dark haired girl kept one set of fingers teasing his upper tummy region while leaning over his face! Tim was wailing into the other girl’s palm as Natalie began soothing him. The tickle torturer smoothed his sweaty hair and calmly said…”SHhhhh…Tim!” She made good eye contact with the boy! His frantic, pleading eyes were all he could use for communication right now…And Natalie continued…”You need to calm down…It’s only tickling…”
What that phrase, my buddy’s eyes got big and rolled back into his head! He panted VERY heavily a few times before slowing his breathing!
“That’s good…You’ll be fine…only two places left to go” The girl said. As much as she LOVED tickling, Natalie HAD to be on fire for the last two spots! But she kept herself calm as well…
“Your hips …and your ribs!” Natalie said.
Tim still was in a terrible frenzy! His protests were muffled by the hand over his mouth!
“MMMM..MM!” He murmured emphatically! “MMMF!! MMM!”
The girl said, “You're gonna be fine!”
Natalie slid back down to his low tummy level, allowing me to stay on one side as she had the other.
She must have seen the look of shock on my face!
“Will he really?..Be fine…?” I asked, my voice questioning my own resolve at our extreme tickling!
“Yeahhh..” The dark haired tickler answered with great confidence. “We’ve done loads of these!”
Those words made me cringe big time! But there was still work to be done!
Natalie looked at me and asked, “Are you ready to do those hips?” The look on her innocent face belied the mischievous grin she had on her lips! It was obvious this area was one of her MOST favorites!
Daryl didn’t even wait for directions before unsnapping the cap on the bottle of coconut oil and tipping it forward! He drizzled two long lines of the magical fluid, from low on Tim’s groin and following the creases all the way to the hip bones themselves.
Tim startled at the sound of the oil bottle snapping open, making a tiny noise of recognition. “AH no….” He gurgled. He glanced down but couldn’t see the dark hair teaser’s hands…But he could see her face and eyes! The girl had removed her hand from his mouth and the other had let go of his head, but both stayed close in case they would be needed again!
Natalie began with one set of fingertips, rubbing the oil into the groove of his hip hollow on her side….I did the same on my side…My GOD my friend’s tummy and pelvis were so stretched and so taut! It felt like I was rubbing the skin of a drum!
“Take time to feel it…” The dark haired girl said. She was doing her side as well.
Tim gave a light little whimper…then almost a low shriek in response to our fingers starting on him!
Except as I rubbed, I could feel the tremors and trembling from under his skin! NO drum would give that feedback, and the more I felt it, the more I wanted to CAUSE it! And I did…slowly at first, but soon I had a nice rhythm of making the flesh spasm, then rubbing the spot, and making more!
Natalie murmured, “There you go….” Her voice was low, obviously excited at recognizing my new found talent. “Hmmm…You’re pretty good at that…”
Again, being invited into ‘her space’ … receiving some tips and feeling my success on the boy’s hip hollows…I felt a bit dizzy from the newness and thrill of it all! And Tim…He was losing his identity to me…Transforming from a friend into just a ticklish male doll, just a sensitive and perfect toy to be used as a plaything….
“You okay?” My co-tickler asked, bringing me out of my short mental detour.
“Ye— UH.. Yeah!” I groaned. My fingers kept pressing and rubbing, making little ripples starting to form in the grooves and the flesh surrounding them.
Natalie was already there, smoothly moving her fingers up his right side of his hip hollows with great concentration!
“Good!” The tormentor girl smiled. “This line is one of the most sensitive spots on anyone! You need to keep going on it until you have the ticklishness all worked out of it!”
The boy was whimpering at this conversation, and began babbling “OGAH OGAH NoNOnononono….” His eyes looked frantic!
“Worked out?” I asked. “So then he won’t be ticklish anymore?”
“He’ll ALWAYS be ticklish!” Smiled Amy.
“No….” Natalie laughed lightly. “We’re gonna work the ticklishness OUT so he’s finally REALIZES it! And so everyone ELSE can see it too!”
The tickle torturer grinned. “Then he won’t be so embarrassed about how ticklish he really IS—-He needs to know it for himself!”
“Gaaaaaaawd!” My friend groaned in anguish! His voice wasn’t loud during all this conversation….He was just over stimulated and becoming a frenzied wreck!
“And ADMIT it!” Added Amy! “Because he STOLE my diary!”
Tim looked toward his sister with an agonized face and expression!
His eyes were huge and filled with ticklish terror for what might be coming! The the boy changed and tried to put on his best pleading face!
“Amy! PLEASE! I’ll do anything!” My friend was in total hysteria now from our fingers sliding and massaging that super sensitive crease!
“ANYTHIIIIING!” He blathered again—His voice low, worn down from laughter and tickling and his uncontrollable sounds….
The look on my friend’s face was an AMAZING combination of cuteness and fear…Of ignorance and instinct! Of….True and profound desperation!
Natalie couldn’t help but take advantage of the boy’s hysteria!
“The oil is gonna make this spot reaaally ticklish!” Said the dark haired girl! I felt the boy’s inner body trembling from deep within!
Our fingers vibrated and squeezed the bones!
We were on his hips bones now…And we began wiggling the flesh all around the bony prominences!! Tim shrieked then wailed as Natalie showed me how to vibrate the bone, and then…Daryl added more oil!
My friend couldn’t even mount a protest! He was becoming drained from all the constant overstimulation!
“Huuuuuh…Huuuuuuuh….” Were the only sounds he could make!
“Let your fingers slide off, like this!” Directed the tickler! She applied pressure to his hip bone and let the oil do its work! Her thumb slipped off of the oiled bone easily, adding more ticklish sensations along the way! Tim screamed in anguish! Of course Natalie repeated the motion a few times!
I was so caught up in it all—-I felt like I was having an out of body experience! I just couldn’t stop tickling my poor overworked friend!
I performed the sliding thumb trick, and then also plucked at his tender bones like I was seeing Natalie do…
“AH GAAHA! OOOWeeeee!!! “ Tim was a panting mess! He looked dazed, confused…He needed someone to know how badly we were tickling him and no one was paying attention! The boy locked onto James’ face and pleaded. “P-Pl-OH Ga…Plea—Ahhhhhrg!”
James looked at him and smirked!
“There’s nothing you can do! They’re gonna wreck your hips!” James stated. “And then I’m gonna get your ribs!”
Now after hearing his fate, Tim yelped in ticklish agony!
Natalie looked at me. "You did really good!” She grinned. “But I wanna to see this guy melt down…”
I moved away and let the dark haired girl slide back onto the saddle!
She got both hands on the guy’s hips and started tickling like crazy!
She used all the moves—massaging, vibrating, squeezing the slippery prominent points! Tim wailed in an agony borne of an incredible duration of tickle time—There was no way to describe the vocalization except that it had to have come from every pore of his tickle tortured body!
The intensity was just too much for the boy! His body responded with a sort of massive internal writhing —internal because he was held down and stretched too much to actually move much at all! But the tiny bit his boy COULD manage—Those few millimeters at best—Seemed to create this shudder or shiver that came from deep inside! At this point, his poor tortured body was not his own but belonged to his tickler’s fingers that were latched onto his hips! Her fingers were holding his pelvic bones steady as she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive flesh all around and covering the bones themselves! Tim really was just a helpless tickle toy in the girl’s grip, and she wasn’t letting up!
I realized what was going on! That internal writhing was his pitiful attempt at dislodging Natalie’s fingers from his hot spots! Tim needed the onslaught of ticklishness to end, his body just HAD to dislodge those fingers! His voice had gone silent, his eyes glazing over from the relentless sensations that wouldn’t stop…He couldn’t laugh, he couldn’t form a word…His eyes were open, totally unable to focus…His only response was the involuntary ‘jolt’ from his inner core! But it wasn’t enough!
Natalie just kept going—Her fingers still strong, her eyes bright! She wanted to see more of the tickled out boy!
Tim’s face began to change as he began to surrender himself to his tickler! He just made wheezing noises from his mouth as he gulped air to give himself more fuel for the helpless responses. He tried to raise his head to see his teaser, but could barely manage two seconds of that activity! He pressed the side of his face against his outstretched bicep and looked at anyone in sight!
No one said anything to disrupt this moment—-It was his beginning of his meltdown from all the tickling he had endured so far!
Natalie shifted her hands slightly so that all her fingers became stiff and acted as a unit to give my friend one last intense tickling motion in his hip pocket areas!
Then we saw it! Tim’s face transformed into this helpless look of what could only be described as total ADORABILITY….A combination of cuteness and surrendering…Almost crying but only a bit of moisture in the corners of his eyes! And those EYES! His eyes wide and pleading with the new innocence of a boy who’d never EVER been tickled this way in his life…Who found himself overwhelmed in the tidal wave of ticklishness that his tickler started ages ago with barely there grazes on his tummy! The boy was panting in a raspy way, his mind and body still reeling from the sensations that Natalie, Amy and I had provided!
The adorable melt down face was so….Endearing…My inner self was warmed by the sight and significance of it…And as his face began to return to normal….My inner self hated to see that look go away!
The dark haired tickler slowed her fingers, but still relished her subject as he lay there trying to gather his thoughts…
Tim’s face was still with a sweet countenance that Natalie loved…She let him come down to earth a bit….
Then she plied him with the usual questions..
“How was our tickling? How did you feel during all that?”
“OMG!” Tim babbled. “I couldn’t THINK! I could barely SEE!”
I -Uh—-Jeesus…” He panted lightly…” That’s so unfair…I can’t believe how …” He paused.
Natalie smiled “What?” Obviously wanting his entire answer!
Tim continued..”I —I can’t believe …” He swallowed. “How fucking ticklish I was!”
Natalie stroked the side of his head. “Yeah….SO, SO ticklish…” She smiled “Just like all boys…” It was quiet in the room.
“You’re still ticklish…”. Natalie’s said. “And now we have to do one last spot….”
Still recovering from his meltdown phase, The boy realized he was still being held down! And that they were’t finished with him yet!!!!
I smiled inwardly…It must be real hell to realize your tickling isn’t finished!
As Natalie adjusted her position, D popped the oil open! The sound of that oil bottle opening had become a real triggering sound for my poor helpless friend!
Tim wailed in sorrowful anguish! Then blurted in a semi whining tone..
“Aww…FUCK no!”
Daryl dribbled the substance all over the boy’s upper body, making sure there were little pools of coconut oil in every little hollow of his upper abdomen. Then he backed out of the way to watch the show!
"Thanks, D!” Natalie grinned.
The dark haired girl spread her fingers out and slide her hands from the boy’s tummy up and over the ribs…In front at first, massaging the oil all over, but concentrating on the bony edges of the inverted V of Tim’s ribcage! Her thumbs along that upside down line made my friend squirm and kind of lightly cough!
“Oh yeahhh…” Natalie murmured…smiling. “I’m glad I decided to try this spot…”
I cringed inside, and the back of my neck tingled in awe and internal sympathy for Tim. The expert tickler had evidently found a new and different spot to tease, and my buddy was her research project!
His giggly laughter began anew as she rubbed and vibrated and plucked and teased the long sections of thinly covered rib bones…
James added his comment. “Damn! You’re ticklish there?” The rib tickler laughed. “I’ve NEVER seen a guy ticklish like that!”
I am sure what bit of James’ words were heard and processed by Tim just added to his state of mental anguish! More noises came from the subject, and Natalie kept exploring the front of his cage….
Until she slid to the farthest edge of my friend’s sides! The girl squeezed his soft flanks a few times to ‘wake him up’ and then placed her fingers on the ribs on the sides of his torso…
Natalie began her usual studious search..her fingers probing between each rib, wiggling his flesh and bones! Because of his immobility, it was easy to stay in place and feel his internal responses as her fingers sought out his ticklishness..and his body betrayed him yet again!
The looks on my friend’s face as he felt the girl’s exploring fingers finding new areas of sensitivity, his now small gurgles of laughter becoming harder, deeper….
She found the middle to lowest third of his rib ladder to be a choice location for good responses! It would only be a matter of time before she would get to those….
My friend was starting another round of gasping noises and some laughter as the dark haired girl continued her methodical exploration of his torso! She inched higher along his sides, until she reached what even I know is a prime spot for great reactions!
Ever the tickle scientist, the dark haired girl had gone along with minimal reaction until she discovered Tim’s high rib area!
Once her fingers probed there, Tim was obviously stricken by the sudden increase and degree of new ticklishness!
His body gave him no warning! As soon as the expert torturer found her mark, Tim bleated out peals of ticklish laughter! His eyes and face filled with SHOCK again with the panicked look of a person tickled who had no idea that the spot just attacked was so very very sensitive!
But Natalie KNEW! In fact, I think her fingers pressing into the boy’s high ribs felt his responses even before HE did! The girl smiled that ‘knowing’ smile..Not of meanness, but of recognition as she could tell her fingers were sending tickling shock waves deep into his core! Tim’s eyes bugged out and rolled back as the overwhelming tickling sensations bore into him and his helpless boy brain!
As an observer, it was glorious to see how such little actual contact with Tim’s body could produce such absolute mayhem! He screamed out in bouts of ticklish agony, his head bucking up and toward his chest, toward Natalie—-As if being closer to her would reduce his ticklish misery or bring out more sympathy for his plight!
The only thing that saved my friend was that sweet Natalie, after an afternoon of relentless tickle torturing, appeared to be slightly tiring!
Not her mind or body but her deft fingers and arms! She moved her fingers back down along his sides. The girl gave his lower ribs some tickles, her fingers clutching the sides and back edges of the bones as her thumbs wiggled into the front! Tim’s still laughed and yelped in distress, but I could tell it was a difference from just a few minutes before!
Like the perfect teammate that he was, James sensed his friend’s fatigue!
“May I have a go?” The rib specialist asked her.
“Sure…” Natalie said, and very willingly slid to the side.
James moved over and I thought he would straddle the boy’s narrow hips, then exhibit power and authority over Tim by staying upright and towering over him! Actually, the Rib Man was tall enough that he KNELT with a knee on either side of the tickle toy! Then he leaned over and brought his head VERY close the boy’s face and ears!
Jeeeze..! I nearly passed out from the image of seeing the James in THAT position on Tim—Not upright, but kneeling over the immobilized tickle toy and having his chin and face near the boy’s shoulder! Being so CLOSE to the helpless subject’s pitiful face was an incredibly powerful move! James had already taunted and teased my friend and proven his psychological power over him! Now the rib tickler could get ‘right in his face’ and ear and tell him things he was gonna do and Tim had NO escape from the verbal torture!!!! It was SO much more powerful than speaking from two to three feet away! Plus, if James still desired, he could look into the boy’s eyes, bore into his ticklish soul, and relish the internal mayhem he would soon be causing with his demonic fingers!
Another amazing thing to me was how once James began getting into position, it seemed that everyone in the room knew to calm down for something really special! My pulse quickened as I remembered the way James had taunted the boy all during the long session! I felt the tension FOR my friend as this VERY experienced guy was about to begin his personal version of tickle torture! I wondered how much different James methods would be? I would soon discover there was no way I could have known how bad it was going to be for my poor ticklish friend!
As James got settled “into the saddle”, I heard some comments from one of the holders.
“Jesus!” One girl said, “I can’t believe Amy gave up her own brother to the Rib Man!”
I cringed inside! THIS was the tickler’s nick name?
Another holder girl chuckled. “But he DID steal her diary!”
Daryl dribbled more oil on the boy’s chest and abdomen, so it would run over to his sides for James.
“Thanks, D!” James smiled.
James slid his hands over the boy’s torso, making sure to get his own fingers well lubricated and spread to oil to Tim’s sides! The slow, methodical way the rib man slathered my friend’s ribs was just another well planned step in his checklist for pure tickle torture!
Tim whimpered a bit…James smiled with a devious curl to his lips!
“Are you ready to cry?” Smirked James! His tone was not ‘mean’ or taunting!
At this point, it sounded like the most natural, rhetorical question on earth! Rather neutral, when you really thought about what was to come! But his neutral words drove deep into Tim’s heart and mind like a white hot sword!
James’ simple comment about a boy crying from tickling turned my friend into a hysterical mess!
“OhFuck!OHFUCK!OHFUCK!” Tim’s extreme stress at the anticipation of what this obviously talented tickler was going to do sent his mind reeling and his mouth to its limits! My poor friend! I just KNEW how bad it was going to be! And so did he!
Before Tim could even digest the question, James had settled his long, strong fingers into the grooves of the boy’ lowest section of his rib cage! There was minimal probing—James seemed to instinctively KNOW the boy’s hot spots on his ribs! Strong fingers dug in and began vibrating the tickle boy’s helpless rib cage at the last 3-4 rungs of the ladder of bones!
All the tension from the buildup to James actions was released when I finally saw his pure tickling prowess in motion! This is when great positioning and immobility become so significant!
My friend SHRIEKED to the heavens as those tickling fingers immediately took control of him…And I mean took control of him body and SOUL!
The sudden and deep onset of intense tickling overwhelmed him like an avalanche falling on one single skier from 1000 feet up!
“How is a GUY so ticklish?” James smirked, a smile on his lips as he held his face so close to his subject! “You must have never had your ribs massaged before!”
After the initial shrieking, my friend began a frenzied bout of deep laughter!
The difference between Natalie and James was very stark! Natalie was interested in tickling a boy to levels of ticklish that he had never experienced before—To levels the boy never even REALIZED he had! But, as much as she tickled the boy to absolute torturous levels, it was done more or less for a ‘higher purpose’ than mere tickling!
Natalie THOROUGHLY enjoyed tickling and all the ranges of emotions and responses it could bring, especially the end result when the boy was tickled to absolute bits! When he had no ticklishness left to hide! But her reasons were for mutual enlightenment!!! She wanted (her group and his friends) to see the boy at his MOST vulnerable state of maximum ticklishness! Along with that, she desired to bring out the boy’s own hidden awareness of how vulnerable and sensitive he really was to the tickling sensations! Most boys keep those feelings hidden, and are embarrassed by their own natural vulnerability! Natalie yearned to use her prowess to show the boy the undeniable levels of maximum ticklishness that could be achieved, and to relieve them of the pressure of embarrassment and hiding of those feelings!
James, on the other hand, went after the boy’s ribs with a true vengeance! It seemed like the Rib Man must have endured being tickled before, sometime earlier in his life…To the same absolute torture levels! Maybe that’s why now it seemed he was now trying to recreate the same level of horrific tickling upon the helpless toy stretched out and immobilized before him! James wasn’t about methodical searching for a boy’s various hot spots! He was a specialist and concentrated all his energy on a boy’s rib cage! Like Natalie, James was a true tickle torturer! They both loved driving the sensations into the body and mind of the tickle toy of the day! The difference was Natalie was seeking a profoundly tickled boy’s understanding and enlightenment! James just wanted the boy totally wrecked…Physically and mentally!
James quickly and efficiently found the most vulnerable and sensitive grooves on the boy’s ribs bones! His hands appeared stronger than Natalie‘s and even more tireless.. his latching on to the sensitive spots was more like a clamping motion, and once in his vice-like grip, he just vibrated his fingers into those grooves! His method would vibrate both ribs on each side of a groove at the same time, multiplying the ticklish sensations astronomically! Those sensations exploded inside the boy’s torso like bolts of lightning crackling back and forth from one side of ribs to the other!!! The boy had already shown expressions of shock and awe and shrieks and screams of ticklish agony under Natalie‘s expert fingers! Under James talented digits, the toy experienced even higher levels of true and profound tickle torture!
Now that he was securely clamped on, the tickling was in earnest! With James’ fingers spurring him on, Tim was absolutely beside himself! His eyes were bugged out and wild, his face with a look of pure ticklish terror! To me, his face was showing the real fear of not just how BADLY the tickling was but the NOT KNOWING when or IF it was going to end! That is the real dilemma for the subject of a profound tickling! The incredible intensity of the tickling sensations just continued like a never ending tidal wave !
James KNEW what the tickled boy’s biggest fear was…and reinforced it with some absolutely torturous words!
“I’m just gonna carry on and on!” The rib man warned, smiling with glee! Knowing he was in full control, James added, “Try and stop me!”
Seeing the helpless anguish on my friend’s face again made me feel some sympathy for him.
But then, I watched Tim’s face! His expressions melted into that blend of frenzy—He was FRANTIC that the tickling would never end, but also mixed with vulnerability—The realization that he was MUCH MUCH more ticklish than he ever really KNEW! That look of recognition on his face was also working into his eyes! My human nature got the best of me and I realized I really DID want to see my friend tickled to absolute BITS— To the depths of his very core!
And James, the Rib Man as he was called, never disappoints! He was like a machine, clamped on and vibrating that vulnerable rib cage of his now screaming, laughing and blubbering play thing! And of course, James wasn’t content to just tickle the boys body! He had his own version of mental torments to unleash upon poor Tim!
My friend made some little noise while barely shifting his hips in some involuntary attempt at escape! James noticed it immediately….
“Oh, he’s trying to stop me!” The tickle torturer called out for the crowd!
Then James got close to his subject’s face again.
Hmmfff…” The rib man huffed. “You’re so weak…”
My friend whimpered in anguish!
Of course, Tim couldn’t answer! He was too busy with his uncontrollable gibberish mixed with laughter mixed with wails of anguish. Those wails were sounds of sorrow from the depth of his core!
Then James’ arms tensed a bit more as he readied his wiry muscles—And he added MORE tickling pressure into the boy’s ultra sensitive rib grooves! The mournful wailing turned into shrieks of high pitched laughter!
Hearing the newest uptick in pitch, James knew he’d pushed the boy to another, even higher level of ticklish agony!
“Tell me when you’ve had enough!” Said the rib master!
The look on Tim’s face was one of desperation! He could barely catch enough air to breathe in between the waves of tickles—How could he even SAY when he’s had enough?!?
My GOD, James was intent on drawing out EVERY ounce of ticklishness from the helpless boy!
Tim’s body began to shake and shudder, no where near able to break loose from the tickler’s strong fingers!
James bore in and tickled some more…and more….and then leaned over and murmured in Tim’s ear…
“You ready to cry for me?” The rib man said, his lips plain and unfeeling…Tim’s eyes had a look of sorrowful understanding!
OMG! I thought to myself! Crying! THAT was going to be the signal for when my poor tickle tortured friend has had enough! To send him to THAT degree of mental anguish WAS going to strip him bare of all his male secrets!
James obviously RELISHED the thought of totally embarrassing the tickled boy in front of his friends! To expose my friend’s ticklishness for all to see! It was as if that surrender would give James’ the boy’s soul!
That was all true…But I realized that even as an observer, as part of the larger group, Tim would also be giving up a bit of his soul to ME! And I yearned for it as well!
I found myself totally absorbed by this scenario! I DESIRED to see his helpless vulnerability! I truly WANTED to see my friend tickled to his very core!
My friend’s body attempted a near ‘out of body experience’ of writhing and twisting! An involuntary JOLT to try to dislodge those fingers! Tim tried but couldn’t move enough! He involuntarily reared his head up a bit before one of the girls held it back down!
“Whoah buddy!” She pressed him down with a hand on his forehead!
“You almost got James in the face!”
Tim had the look of a wild animal! He was panting and gasping in coarse sounds of overworked breath! His eyes were wide and losing their focus! His saliva drooling at the corners of his mouth! It was actually so much it looked like it might turn to foam!
James DIDN’T LET UP! He made eye contact with his frenzied toy and squeezed into his helpless cage of bones again!
The boy shivered in another attempt at a whole body JOLT!
But he couldn’t dislodge those torturous fingers of James!
Noises like I’d never heard spewed from his mouth!
Sharp sounds like “EEEEE!” And “EEEEHEE. HEE!” Snorting…
Incoherent gurgles and babbling nonsense…He was reaching his maximal heights of ticklishness!
Then came the start of silent laughter…His face contorted with the anguish that every tickled person has to endure….His eyes open and wide, looking at James, at the holder girls, at his sister Amy..at Natalie…
His whole body was held still except for the tiny little movements of his feet and hands…those hands and feet were flapping to relieve some of the terrific ticklish ‘pressure’…..
Amy told the girls on his legs to hold his feet still—And they did so!
The sweet faced, dark haired tickler had slid up and was right beside him! Natalie grasped Tim’s left hand as AMY’s did the other…Amy looked down at her brother’s face. His hands were now being held still…Lovingly….But firmly! Now he had NO outlet left….His breathing was irregular and his eyes looking more glazed over…so confused…..
James leaned close, his eye’s meeting the tortured boy’s…Then James brought his lips close to the boy’s ear and murmured,
“C’Mon…Let’s have it…”
A small little noise….barely audible.…I couldn’t tell….Was my friend trying to say ‘yes’….?
Then whimpering ….GOD! My friend’s eyes were melting from the afternoon of ticklish delights and torments! The look of frenzy, hysteria and then ….Pleading….His mouth open but silent, saliva drooling from his mouth, his head held steady by the girls…Another whimper…
Natalie, still holding one of his hands, used her other to stroke his damp hair….
With her most comforting voice, Natalie cooed, “Awwww…There you go….You’re soooo sweet…” More stroking of his hair….
The dark haired girl continued…”C’Mon now…Let it go….Be good for us….”
One last small but high pitched whimper….. and Tim sobbed…..Lightly…But definitely a sob… Tears welled up and spilled out of the sides of his eyes!
My friend had the similar expression that we’d seen earlier….That ‘meltdown’ look….But this time it was much more fulfilling…His eyes were pleading for mercy, but now with a deep and profound innocence! The innocence from a true and thorough baring of his soul! An expression offered up in his complete and total surrender…A look that now I know the group loves…
Natalie mumbled, “There, there….” Stroking his hair…. “Sweet boy….”
“That’s it baby brother…” Amy murmured. Her emotions had transformed back from sisterly revenge to sisterly compassion. “It’s all right…” She added.
The girls who had held his head and mouth breathed, “Yeah…We’re all finished…”
I sighed in contentment from experiencing this last transformation…Where the group, but especially my friend’ s main ticklers….Had gone from innocent bystanders to becoming serious and intense ticklers….And now back again to their regular compassionate selves!
My friend just continued sobbing and whimpering for a bit…Releasing all the tension from holding his ticklishness inside….Now all the group could enjoy his new self awareness….
Sometime during this last phase, James had been reduced his pressure….To allow the boy to fully experience the reward of his relentlessly tormented body coming back to normal.
The girl holding his forehead had long since released him…
Tim slowly lolled his head side to side, looking at his teasers….
They covered him with a blanket until he felt like slipping his shirt back on, but he needed help to do so….and still he stayed on the floor, recovering his vision and his wits about him…
Natalie, ever the tickle science girl, asked him some questions…
She smiled at him and touched his head. “So what was it like…being tickled like that?”
“Gaaaawd…” The boy groaned. “It was torture!”
“Awwww,” Grinned the dark haired girl. “But you handled it okay…”
“You made me insane!” My friend said! “And you made me cry!”
“Now…We didn’t make you cry…” Both Natalie and Amy spoke at the same time! “That was James! He’s a super torturer!”
“Yeah but you put him UP to it!” Tim stated. “My own SISTER!”
“You did steal my diary and wouldn’t give it back!” Amy laughed.
“I guess you learned your lesson!”
“Fuuuuuck…” Groaned Tim. “I’ll never do that again!”
“That’s smart!” I chimed in!
“Yeah?” Tim said…”And you helped them! Some friend!”
“I couldn’t stop that group!” I chuckled! They were after your soul!”
“Yeah,,,and we GOT it!” Grinned Natalie! “And we all learned some things along the way!”
“I learned I’m more ticklish than I ever thought possible!” Tim stated. “And I hate coconut oil!”
Natalie replied, “You and every other boy we’ve ever tickled to bits!”
Amy affirmed…”Yeah we pretty much get them all to admit their ticklishness by the end! Especially to themselves!”
“You two are—“ Tim started then changed his mind on his words….”Too much!”
“Especially with James helping!” Natalie smiled.
“What about you?” Amy smiled at me. “You had a good time!”
Natalie added, “Yeah what did you think? You looked shocked at first!”
“I learned that I kind of… enjoy tickling…” I said. I think I blushed…then I added. “I kind of REAALLY enjoy tickling!”
Amy said, “We could tell! You really liked tickling my brother!”
“Yeah….” I was torn over tickle torturing my friend.
“You did great!” Both Natalie and Amy complimented.
Amy said “Yeah, no need for embarrassment over tickling someone!”
Natalie smiled. “And you really helped him out! He showed everyone his ticklishness…and now he won’t have to feel embarrassed about it!”
“Its sounds so nice when you say it that way!” I joked about them transforming tickle torture into a valuable self awareness event!
“It IS!” Natalie replied. “Its a terrible burden to hide such things!”
Amy smiled. “And we just love helping out the ticklish boys!”
I just shook my head! I knew I had a great experience and a personal transformation!
Tim groaned one last time before getting up to leave.
This story is a collaboration between myself (aberdeen ) and natscott6282
Our story depicts a tickle session that is fictional in the names and exact circumstances…So we posted it in the Fictional Stories section. Although very similar to our real life experiences, this particular event did not happen…We do depict a scenario based on true events from our combined tickling experiences!
To be clear…The methods, emotions and feelings from our actual tickling experiences and sessions are all true and very familiar to us! Those are the main things we wanted to share with the TMF community by posting our story.
We hope you enjoy it!
The Transformation
A collaboration by natscott6282 & aberdeen
First, a little bit of my history. I am Bryce, a high school student who had turned 18 at the beginning of my senior year, along with my other HS friends mentioned in this story.
I was a fairly quiet kid in school—Kept to my own business, did my schoolwork, made some friends.
One of my friends was a boy named Timothy (Tim). He was a medium height, slender guy. From seeing him in PE classes over the years, I knew he had a runner’s build … Flat stomach… Decent abs…A lean look to his hips…With wiry, muscled arms and legs. A good build for fitness and sports in general. Dark hair. For some reason I noticed he had kind of narrow feet for a guy.
One item of note was that Tim had a twin sister Amy. Despite being twins, Tim and his sister had somewhat separate circles. Amy had her own crowd of friends that she ran with most of the time. The group had mostly girls—Ashley, Madison, Emily, Taylor, Sarah and Natalie. The remainder were guys—Matthew, James and Daryl (or D as he liked to be called).
Daryl had been a transfer student into our school a year back. For whatever reason, despite being new, I remembered D had no trouble becoming friends with the coed group, especially with Amy and Natalie. Now both girls were cute and somewhat quiet, but seemed to take up with the new guy like a brother. It seemed as though they all shared the same thoughts, opinions, and maybe… hobbies?
It wasn’t until one special occurrence did I find out exactly what hobby they shared and why they bonded so well together!
Despite being born only 5 minutes apart, Tim and his slightly older sister didn’t always seem to get along (unlike some other twins I knew who seemed super close). They were sometimes the bickering siblings, usually over silly, stupid family stuff! Amy liked to remind her brother about her status of being the oldest, etc. Tim wasn’t usually invited to hang out with Amy’s friend group over the years I knew him.
So the day I’ll most remember is a day when things between Tim and his sister and her group all changed.
The day of the ‘event’ was a Friday, near the end of the school year. Upon leaving school that day, there was a text from someone about a gathering at Amy and Tim’s house after school. The info also began circulating by word of mouth, so the word was passed around to a number of kids.
I know all the years I was in HS, there were frequently such meetings after school—Sometimes on the athletic field on campus, sometimes at peoples’ homes. There was never any bad behavior, drugs or alcohol involved—The gatherings were just for after school socializing, playing video games, watching movies…Stuff like that.
This meeting at Amy & Tim’s house was supposed to be a combined graduation celebration for the both of them, but was mostly an excuse for all their friends to hang out after school! A bunch of students were walking home, some dropping off at their houses, some heading to the ‘party house’! I noticed ‘D’ was walking along my path, and asked if I was going to stop at the twins’ celebration.
I was uncommitted at the time, but the new guy said, “Well…This gathering is for students only…The twin’s parents are away for the evening, and the next day!” He grinned. “NO parents allowed!”
“C’Mon…” I said. “What’s so special about that? Most of us like our parents—And what about food?” I knew how many times student gatherings were boring for lack of decent food!
D said, “Oh, we always send out for pizza!”
That sounded promising for the stomach! “Yeah…Maybe…” I said.
“You don’t wanna miss tonight!” D advised. “Our group always has a good time!”
“Yeah..” I said. “I’ve heard there is a lot of commotion sometimes at your group’s meet ups!” I looked at him. “So what goes on?”
“All kinds of stuff…fun stuff…” Smiled Daryl. “It’s hard to describe…”
“Like the newest video games?” I asked.
“Nah…” Said the transfer student.
“Movies?” I offered.
“Nope…” D said, his eyes smiling. Dammit! Why was this new guy being such an ass? He could just TELL me the main attraction!
“WHAT then?” I asked, exasperated and kind of getting that 'pissed off ‘ feeling!
“More like a live performance….” D smiled.
“OH, like comedy?” I guessed.
Daryl grinned. “Well, there is a lot of laughter!”
“So I’m right!” I said.
“You’re right about the laughter!” D chuckled. “You’re just gonna have to stop by for awhile!”
“Jeeeze, you’re acting like a jerk!” I stated.
“Just come!” Daryl smiled. “I said its hard to describe..somethings you just need to see for yourself!” He grinned. “And I’ll bet you’ll wanna see it!”
By this time, I was at Amy and Tim’s house…I had been thinking about the text and verbal offers during my route home…And the things Daryl had mentioned.
“I guess I WILL stop in for a bit…” I said. D smiled.
I walked into the house and was directed to a lower level, where someone mentioned the two siblings had a finished basement.
As I walked down the stairs, I could hear some sort of commotion going on ahead of me, obviously over on the other side of the large finished recreation area.
I saw couches that had been pushed back out of the way, to make room for the spectacle that was happening…A spectacle I never expected to see!
My friend Tim was being held by a group of students, mostly made of his twin sister’s friend group! Her brother was wearing a workout shirt and athletic shorts, and a pair of socks! Already looking quite disheveled, he was looking more so by the second, as James and Matthew had his arms locked into theirs and away from his sides! Each of his legs were held by 2 or 3 girls of the friend group, and despite his best attempts, he was being pulled and pushed down onto the carpeted floor! Natalie was helping with one leg, but his sister Amy was directing the group on how to place him on the floor!
Tim was vehemently protesting his situation!
“NO! NOOOO!” He shouted. “You CAN”T! What are you gonna DO to me?”
As the group got him down, Amy made sure to have the boy stretched out with his rump on a medium thick cushion! The holders all worked as a unified team and quickly used their weight to straddle his arms and legs and secure them to the floor! His tummy and hips were across the pad and flexed upwards toward the ceiling! The friends spoke to each other, ignoring Tim’s protests as they simply performed their tasks like they’d done it a thousand times!
The group members were glad to answer my friend’s questions!
Taylor said, “You know what you did!” As she pressed down on a leg!
Ashley smiled “Brothers are just so dumb!”
Tim screeched, “I’m sorry! I”M SORRY! AMY! PLEASE!”
The cute girl with wavy brown hair smiled at her sibling.
“Too late, little brother….” Amy replied. “You should have been nicer to me when I said ‘PLEASE!” Amy’s sweet face turned a bit more…stern looking! The sister was using her less than 5 minutes of older age to drive a spike into the heart of her brother’s psyche! Twins or not, it was obvious the boy had treated her wrongly and was now going to suffer some consequences!
Matthew chimed in with his views. “Bet you’re sorry you took her diary now, aren’t you?”
Timothy pleaded for mercy! “Yes! YES!” He babbled! “I said I was sorry! I”ll never do it again!”
“Of course you won’t!” Emily laughed. “But you still DESERVE the punishment you’re gonna get!” She looked around the group..and the audience of spectators. “Does everyone agree?”
There were no dissenters in the group, in the room, or in the universe! Tim, the younger twin of Amy, was due for some deserved retaliation for his brotherly crime! The judgement had been passed….
“Yeah, baby brother….” Sweet Amy said. “You shouldn’t have taken my diary!”
“AMY! PLEASE!” The boy begged! “I only read a couple pages! I don’t even remember what they were about! Honest!!!”
Amy’s eyes gleamed with the hint of revenge! “But you held onto it for days and days! I even asked nicely—I begged for you to give it back!”
The maligned sister then added, “You even threatened to post it on your Instagram!”
Other girls in the group crowed about his misdeeds!
“I can’t believe he DID that!” And “No WONDER he’s getting punished!” Along with “Yeah, he’s a total jerk!”
“NOOOO-HO-HO!” Babbled the bad boy brother!
“I told you there would be consequences!” Amy grinned.
“OH GOD!” The boy was frantic! “What are you gonna DO?”
My friend Tim looked confused and terrified! All his verbal protesting, his attempts at pulling out of the grasp of the team of students holding him down—Were all for naught! The members of the group had obviously done this type of thing before!
James laughed, “It’s what WE are gonna do!” His laugh was not from mirth—It was a laugh of knowing glee! James KNEW what the team was going to do, and the glee was from the boy’s inability to stop it!
"It’s what we ALWAYS do!” Laughed Natalie, adding to the boy’s stress!
I was experiencing a bit of shock at the way they had gotten him down into position so easily and in awe of the possibilities that were straight ahead! My mind reeled as I remembered my own experience from just a few weeks back!
It was at a weekend robotics camp! For team building fun we decided to play a group variation of hide and seek! We had divided up into two teams-Teams A and B! All of us on Team A hid first in a couple of bunkhouses (They were empty during the day)! We all knew where our teammates were located, and unfortunately I was the first one caught by a member of Team B! My acquaintances from Team B plied me with questions about my teammates and their locations, but I held steady and wouldn’t tell! Then one of the B Team boys decided he had a way to ‘make me’ talk!
So that day, I was held down across a bunk bed and tickled by the remaining members of the group! I suddenly flashed back to that day and the tickling I received at the hands and fingers of those kids! I remember how they tickled me all over and wouldn’t let up! The ticklers in that group had my shirt pulled up to expose my torso and part of my tummy! With camp members holding my limbs securely, the others took turns on my ribs, tummy armpits and feet! Even though their skills were average at best, the tickling was MUCH more intense than I had every received before or since! The camp members didn’t stop until I had lost most of my sanity and all of my dignity! I remember being wrecked beyond belief, until I was a panting, gasping shell of myself! I remember my screams of laughter and a multitude of noises that erupted helplessly from my mouth! The embarrassment came from both my having to recognize my ticklishness AND how all these other kids saw me in my most helpless, vulnerable ticklish state!
Thinking back, I’m sure by the end I was bug-eyed and drooling from the intensity of the group torturing me for the information! It was as though they all had lightning in their fingers and sent it coursing through my body all at once! I had no shame in giving up the locations of my other “spy” teammates”, in fact doing so with great volume and enthusiasm! The kids tickling me that day didn’t let up until I squealed out all the names they wanted to hear and then some! I offered anything and everything to get them to stop! Despite bargaining to do a multitude of chores for the ticklers, they ignored my offers and tickled me intensely and relentlessly! I was only spared when one of the adult instructors was seen heading to the bunk house!
My memories of my own experience were barely finished when I was jolted back to the current day…
After James’ comment, the group holding Tim down began peeling his shirt up slowly, working it off one arm at a time so he had no chance of a sudden escape from their clutches!
“What are you DOING?” Squealed the diary stealer!
Evidently, by pure instinct and subconscious thought, I found myself right up front in a gap in the crowd that was surrounding the ‘play area’ where the action was going to soon happen! I glanced over and saw my friend Daryl watching the activities, a smile of satisfaction and a look of expectation in his bright eyes! I knew he’d been hanging with the coed group long enough to know what was coming, and his obvious joy of anticipation meant something wild, exciting or crazy was about to happen!
I heard some murmurs in the students in the audience of spectators! Some must have seen these events before because someone said,
“Oh Geese…He’s gonna get it now!”
Judging by the scene before me, with the boy stretched out and now shirtless, I was at least 80% sure I knew what was planned.
The sweet but now sweetly vengeful voice of Amy confirmed my suspicions!
The cute, brown haired girl said, “Relax, little brother…We’re just getting you ready! You know what we do! We’re gonna tickle you to absolute bits!”
The spectators that were new that day gave some gasps and murmurings as that information hit their ears and minds!
The brother Tim may or may not have known about his twin’s tickle fixation and that of the group’s….But he responded the way ANY boy would!
“YEAH?” He babbled. “I’m not ticklish!”
THAT comment brought back another significant memory—This one from just a couple months earlier!
Tim and I had been at someone’s house and sitting around a big fire pit in their backyard. There were benches, but not enough space for everyone to have a seat. It was cool weather, but only lightweight sweatshirts or pullover shirts were needed.
Tim had been asked to shift and make room on the bench, but he protested and refused to move! One of the other kids decided to urge him to move! A girl named Nancy was standing behind my buddy and after a minute or so of Tim’s refusal, she decided to take matters into her own hands (or fingers)! The girl goosed (or tasered) my friend’s ribs from behind, and right through the lightweight shirt!
I remember how Tim squealed and yelped and almost slid off of the bench to try to escape the tickling fingers! The girl kept her hands on him, even slipping them under his shirt while a guy attacked my friend from another angle! It was a brief tickle assault, lasting until Tim complied and made room on the bench! I definitely remembered how easily he was made into jello by such nonchalant, unplanned tickling!
So today, hearing Tim insisting he was NOT ticklish? That was a recipe for disaster from the start! None of Amy’s friend’s even needed to know his response at the bonfire! The group was obviously very skilled at pinning a person down, and the only reason to have THAT knowledge was to hold a person down while massively tickling them!
The way this group worked, and the look on all their faces… I could tell they were skilled at tickling! I knew then it was going to be a long day for my friend Tim!
I regained my focus and saw my friend stretched out! With people on his limbs, the pad pushing his tummy and torso out taut, Tim had no way to escape! That’s when I saw Amy remove her brother’s ankle socks. The cute twin sister tickler didn’t just remove them…She made a teasingly tormenting little display out of the ordeal! While her brother continued to deny his ticklishness, Amy slipped a finger into the back edge of the sock, and peeled it off slowly. Tim’s surprised reaction was because he felt his sister give him a zing along his sole as she removed the sock!
My friend’s yelp was repeated as she removed the second sock and decided to give a firmer touch down the middle of his sole with a
playful fingernail! Tim also seemed to have a bit of a shudder as his feet wiggled from the teasing along his soles! He settled down quickly, but then I was frozen by the sight of Amy’s friend Natalie straddling the boy’s thighs!
“You need to get OFF of me!” The boy protested! He was not only looking at the girl sliding across his thighs, but also trying to look at each of the other members holding him down!
The protests only encouraged the group to appear to hold him more securely! Tim could feel them adding extra pressure!
James smiled, “We’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then he added, “Neither are YOU!”
Tim struggled more, but it was useless! He became angry in his helplessness!
“Fuck YOU!” He glared at James! “Fuck ALL of you!”
He said, his voice now more stressed than angry….It seemed to me he was ‘giving in’ to the reality of his fate!
“Just let me UP —RIGHT NOW!” The pinned boy had a resurgence of resistance!
The sweet, innocent looking dark-haired girl was working her fingers into the waistband of the boy’s athletic shorts, out at the far sides of each hip!
Tim wailed in anguish! “What!? What are you DOING?” He blurted out! “Get your fingers out of there!”
Natalie’s eyes were steady, glancing over the boy’s torso, ribs, waist and now the expanse of hip and tummy flesh! He was stretched out so his slender frame was on full display. The borders of his arm muscles, the flat solid pecs, the definition of his ribs were all so visible! Tim’s flat tummy, starting from the inverted ‘V’ of his ribs and breastbone, extended downward. His softer middle tummy showed his navel and the vague shadows of his tummy muscles or dips. My eyes noted his very visible hip bones, and followed the hollows from them to his lower groin areas. All of us could see a lot, but it wasn’t as much as Natalie wanted…Or NEEDED! The athletic shorts were only a few paltry inches below the boy’s bellybutton, but the fabric blocked the view of the lowest few inches of the boy’s still SFW territory—The lowest bit of his tummy and hip grooves!
“Relax…” Natalie said, in a matter of fact tone. We’re gonna tickle you all over, and to absolute bits!” The girl spoke calmly, but her demeanor was so confident it was terrifying! Her fingers seemed to be ready for action, and Tim blurted out, “Don’t you DARE take my shorts off!”
“Hmff, ” Said the girl, a bit of a smile on her lips! “I need these shorts down—For a proper tickling we need ALL your ticklish skin on show!”
She continued…”We’re gonna tickle your tummy more than you’ve ever had done before!”
Tim started to reply, to protest one more time—“But I’m not tickl—-?”
Natalie gave the boy’s athletic shorts s firm yank down!
‘OMGGG!!!!’ I thought, as I took in the sight!
“OMGGGGG!!!!!” Tim squealed in surprise and SHOCK as he felt the shorts tugged downward!
Skilled Natalie stopped at the perfect level! The athletic shorts were down as far as they could go and still have the boy’s privacy still intact!
The last few inches of his vulnerable low tummy and hip creases were now out there for all to see!
“NOW we have everything we need to see!” The dark haired girl stated, a smile on her lips.
After Tim got over his initial shock and shriek, he was able to quickly breathe himself to normal! Normal didn’t last long, however….
A girl in the audience spoke out! “OMG! He’s so bare!”
That had to be supremely embarrassing! Even I had not seen my friend (or any boy for that matter) so uncovered except for the communal experience of showering in PE classes over the years!
“Yessss, “ Hissed Natalie, with obvious glee! “He’s bare AND stretched out! I’ll bet you can’t move a bit!”
That taunt was a dagger into the boy’s mind! My friend responded with the mental reflex that anyone would have…He tried to wiggle his hips to test her words!
Tim’s eyes looked even more panicked with the realization of his true immobility!
Amy chuckled. “See, little brother? You’re not going ANYWHERE!” Then she added, “How ticklish did you say you were?”
Even with my lack of experience at such things, I could see the look in his face as his demeanor fell!
That ‘trapped and no way out’ look!
Before he could even ask the question, Natalie gave the next answer!
“And this is gonna last for AGES….” The dark haired tickler said, drawing out that last word in a gleeful tone!
Tim’s eyes were huge circles and his face was one of terror—Terror of facing something and not knowing how bad it would be or when it would end!”
“OKAY! OK!OK!” The boy stuttered. “I can’t—“ He pleaded. “I AM ticklish! You can stop this! I give….”
Natalie grinned at the group’s new subject.
“It doesn’t matter! We’re gonna tickle you to bits!
Longer than you’ve ever been! For ages—Until our fingers fall off!”
Tim made this sound…A sound like I’d never heard from a strong young boy before….He whimpered.
It was not just a whimper of simple surrender, but a whimper of prescient defeat!
Natalie’s fingertips began touching his bare skin on his lowest part of his lower tummy…
The tension in the room was palpable….Tim was stretched out so well, his tummy and abdomen arched up…SO immobilized by the team members on his limbs…That whole area totally bare for everyone to see! In this perfect position, with such access and vulnerability , the boy would be SO easy to properly tickle torture!
Like everyone else seeing my friend so perfectly positioned, I immediately thought of tickling! But unless anyone else had been involved in a truly profound tickling, I may have been the only one in the audience who developed that tingling, shivery sensation on the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades—For I KNEW what was coming my friend’s way!
Then there was the innocent-looking dark haired girl sitting on his thighs while just resting her fingertips on the lowest of his tender tummy flesh, just above the waistband of his pulled down shorts!
For the most part, Natalie watched, no, studied that low tummy, and glanced occasionally at the subject’s face!
The sweet girl asked my friend a question.
Natalie said, “So why did you lie about being ticklish?”
From where I stood, the girl was not even moving her fingers. Tim’s own breathing, already irregular from the anticipation of what was to come, caused the contact with her fingers that he could feel so well! It was a truly masterful technique to let his own body create the first torturous touches!
It was also obvious that this short period was a well planned pause for questioning…and the questioning was to increase the boy’s apprehension and his ticklishness!
“I dunno!” Tim whined. “I dunno!”
Amy chimed in…”C’Mon, little brother….You need to tell us…”
Tim’s face became blushed as he thought hard, trying to come up with an answer.
“It’s embarrassing!” He finally blurted.
“Awwww…” Murmured Natalie. “Why?”
The boy laid there, his breathing causing the contact with the girl’s fingertips…I now realized fully that his own involuntary movements were being used against him! My God, these girls and this team were…Amazingly skilled and thoughtful!
Tim was squirming more under her touch…And obviously more anxious as his small movements couldn’t change a thing! The look on his face was one of stark panic! He MUST be feeling the touch of those fingers even more!
“Men aren’t supposed to BE this ticklish!” My friend stated! He sounded angry at his own maleness…Like his body and mind were betraying him! Well….They were!
Natalie grinned, keeping her eyes on his low tummy.
“Yes, you are….” She said, very matter of factly. “And we’re gonna make SURE you know it!”
Now I could see her finger now starting to move…Just barely.
“We’re gonna tickle you for ages…” Sarah added. “Until everyone knows it too!”
“Then you won’t ever need to deny your ticklishness again!” Said Natalie.
Tim made a noise! A noise of recognition, a whimpering sound from deep in his core!
I began to understand the group’s thinking! There was the revenge factor, of course! Tim had been very unwise to steal his sister’s diary, and then to read even a bit of it—That was a sin that even the closest sibling would naturally have to “pay for” I some way!
But another reason for this planned session was to simply expose the boy’s ticklishness, just for the fun of it, I guess? To show his normal vulnerabilities to such a natural thing like tickling!
Now as I watched the scene, Natalie’s fingers were moving…Slowly and methodically…And continuously!
My friend was becoming more panicked as the tickling sensations MUST be increasing!
‘Aw GEEZE! AW GEEEZE!” Tim babbled. “That tickles!”
The dark haired girl smiled. “This can’t be tickling….I’m barely touching you!”
“It IS!!!” Wailed my friend! His face had the serious look EVERY tickled person makes when they get tormented! Serious with a bit of terror!
“Nah….” Natalie said. “I think you’re faking…Just so we stop!”
“No way we’re gonna stop!” Amy said with big sisterly glee!
The girls used his admission of his ticklishness against him! Telling him they didn’t believe his words was an inescapable turn of events! If telling the truth wasn’t going to satisfy his tormentors, how would the helpless boy EVER get them to stop? Tim’s face immediately became more frantic as they had just closed down his only way to obtain mercy!
Worse than that was how my friend’s reactions were just getting more pronounced! It was obvious that Natalie’s fingers were increasing the sensations and making him even more ticklish!
As Tim squirmed and squealed, I watched his tummy under the dark-haired girl’s fingertips! Her relentless touching and grazing with her fingertips and nails was causing little spasms or ripples in the flesh under her touch! And when Natalie caused and found a spasm, she honed in on it with a single fingertip, focusing her tickling energy right into that obviously ultra sensitive spot!
Tim tried to hold his reactions in check…but failed miserably! It was incredibly unfair how easily the girl’s fingers teased and elicited more spasms and more laughter!
“HA! HO!” My friend gurgled. “Uhhhh…O God!”
I was amazed at how quickly this girl was turning my buddy into a frantic mess!
But as I watched, transfixed at the interactions, the reason became clear!
This girl Natalie was incredibly gifted with the skills of her fingers, but it was her FOCUS on the responsive flesh under her control that was sending my friend into higher and higher levels of anguish from her tickling! I know she was watching him sometimes for his reactions, but mostly she studied the area she was working on…
Once she elicited the small involuntary spasms, or twitches…Natalie stayed on them using just one fingertip to tease and tickle….Until the spasm was constant and uncontrollable, a small rippling wave of sensitized flesh! The spasm turned to a ripple and the ripple became more pronounced…a small tidal wave….then as she continued…the tickled flesh seemed to develop a mind of its own….and it was having convulsions under her relentlessly teasing and torturous touch! And each level of tickling created more involuntary movements for her to identify and work on….OMG! Tim simply didn’t stand a chance to hold up against this degree of intense tickling!
The energy from Natalie’s touch bore into the boy’s very essence! Her methods weren’t to produce a superficial tickling experience like an observer usually sees! Her fingers’ energy went into and through his flesh, then invaded —Emanating from the point of tickling to everywhere through and through! The boy wasn’t being tickled just on his body but the sensations were taking over his mind as well! Natalie’s methods were designed for a profound degree of tickling…Tickling to his very CORE!
I felt both mesmerized AND shuddery on the inside! My neck and back of my shoulders tingled from not just seeing the tickling….It was SO intense, so PROFOUND…I was experiencing it myself!!! Or re-experiencing it! Seeing this intense tickling brought back my memories of my own experience of being held down and tickled to absolute bits by my group of friends! But as intense as my own tickling had been, it did not compare to the current day and my friend’s plight!
Tim was now responding constantly to the dark-haired girl’s expert touch! She was making her way around his taut, immobilized tummy and torso….Tickling, teasing and tickling more as every spasm Natalie created with her skillful fingers earned further focus and deeper concentration from the tickler’s deft fingertips! With every new movement, more sounds of gasping, hoarse and uncontrollable laughter came from Tim’s lips! And the more laughter or noises of anguish were drawn from him, the more the studious Natalie worked on her chosen tickle toy!
Then, the girl slid her fingers on either side of Tim’s stretched out torso, finding the lowest inches of his V Lines, or groin creases! OMG! I KNEW these lines were some of the most sensitive spots on anyone and everyone! I swallowed in agony in place of my poor friend!
At the first touch on his hip creases, Tim made a little noise…A low, choking noise from deep in his throat! As if trying to stifle an even louder sound that threatened to erupt from his lips! Or maybe from deep within his very core….
Natalie’s smile refreshed as her eyes didn’t need to look to know the tickle toy’s expressions! Oh, she stole quick glances to enjoy brief moments of his face of ticklish terror, but mostly she stayed in her studious mode, now watching the skin ahead of her fingers in his hip hollows!
Tim had reduced his pace of breathing and regained a small bit of control but quickly lost it all at her touch on this new territory!
The skillful fingers and thumbs of the tickle torturer pressed forward, even firmer….
Almost reflexively my friend blurted out, “Not THERE!”
I was nearly dizzy as Tim’s face was so distraught from the tickling to come….He almost looked as though he would cry!
Natalie replied, “Yes… THERE!” Her fingers began to move a bit, creating the spasms in a new line of ultra sensitive boy flesh!
Tim’s eyes bugged out and he pleaded with his most pitiful ‘little boy face’—
“PLEEASE NOT THERE!!!”
“But why NOT?” Asked Natalie, smiling at his predicament!
She began moving her fingers upwards, toward his waist on each side—Where the hip bones provided an easily seen destination!
The boy had no answer! He only whimpered….A pathetic little mewl of knowing surrender to his fate! He knew from his tummy tickling exactly what was going to happen with this path of ticklish flesh, but he couldn’t stop it, so why try? His whimper said it all!
Natalie watched the skin ripple ahead of her advancing fingertips, as they skimmed and teased and pressed and massaged northward…
As I watched this tickler girl use her fingers so easily, I saw the same ripples she did and heard and saw the responses from my poor helpless friend!
As those fingers chased the ticklish ripples farther upward from his low tummy up to his waist and hipbones, Tim’s sounds of gurgling, partially stifled laughter became higher, and louder…And his eyes began wider and more panicked as he was becoming deeply aware of his newfound ticklishness! I mean, I know from my one experience how you can be surprised with tickling and simply respond involuntarily…But in a shorter, quicker tickle attack it’s over and done with in a brief period of time!
This young woman was not interest in speed, but the slow exploration of my friend’s helpless, immobilized tummy and pelvis…For Natalie it was like a slow unwrapping of a present! With each new finger placement, each new massage upward, more of the boy’s ticklishness was being uncovered…and discovered! The worst part for Tim was the slow methodical action on his pelvis just built and built his own self awareness of a ticklishness he never realized he had! His own experience at being tickled was brief and was right to the point PHYSICALLY! Natalie’s slow, methodical methods worked on his mind as well as his physically ticklish form! As her fingertips explored his hip creases, the boy’s eyes bugged out and his face, already with a look of panic, became frantic from his own awareness of how ticklish he really might be!
Then came his verbal surrender…
“JESUS!” Tim blurted. “That REALLY tickles!” His head lolled from side to side as he tried to distract himself from the relentless sensations of those fingers teasing up along the most sensitive lines on a human body!
“C’Mon….” Natalie murmured, not hesitating a bit. “It can’t be tickling that much…I’m barely doing anything….”
That’s when I saw the first look of sheer and deep panic on my friend’s face! When his admission of ticklishness was met with his tickler’s disbelief—THAT is a incredibly terrifying situation for the one being tickled!
The boy’s face changed to a serious look and his tone of voice became urgent! “It DOES! IT DOES!”
But then he couldn’t hold up under the relentless motions of Natalie’s fingers as she drew more ticklishness out of him—-Or actually, maybe she pressed and teased more ticklishness INTO him!
In any event, Tim wailed a pitifully long noise of a tickled person’s lament— A noise that only comes when your ticklishness is being exposed and your torturer seems to be unaware of it!
James added to my buddy’s mental distress when he added, “I’ve never seen a boy THIS ticklish!”
THAT comment made Tim’s eyes reel in desperation! “NO PLEASE—“
Further words were cut short as Natalie reached the boy’s hips and began massage tickling and vibrating those wonderfully visible bony projections as they stood out so nicely… Skin covered targets for a tickler’s fingers and thumbs!
Tim screamed and shuddered under her touch and his voice dissolved into helpless ticklish laughter!
Natalie smiled. “I dunno, Amy..Maybe he really is that ticklish!
Amy grinned at her brother’s plight! “I guess you’ll just have to see!”
“Yeah, I’m not stopping anytime soon!” Natalie stated. “Not until my fingers fall off!”
My friend whimpered again at that bit of information! The girls were obviously just toying with Amy’s helpless sibling, intentionally adding to his mental frenzy while the one was physically tickling him!
I know in my heart that even if Tim KNEW their comments were said just to enflame his tickled boy’s mind, it wouldn’t have mattered! The effects, I feel, would have been just as devastating on his psyche!
The two ticklers talking ABOUT him but not AT him now increased Tim’s frenzied look! His voice was now a blend of cackling laughter, then gurgles of deeper sounds as the dark haired expert focused on his hips! Firmer pressing of her thumbs gave a couple of good shrieks of laughter from the helpless tickle toy!
Natalie’s eyes gleamed with that response and she smiled, “THERE you go!”
The innocent looking dark haired girl had a look on her face that is hard to describe, but one I will never, ever forget! It was as though she was an explosives expert focused on the most serious bomb threat in the world! Her eyes gleamed in the satisfaction of knowing she had my stretched out friend totally under her control, helpless to do anything but react to her tickling! But her look was MORE than that!
Her eyes were focusing on the ripples and creases of his immobilized pelvis, tummy and hip areas…Only occasionally flicking to the boy’s face at this time!
The innocent student Natalie was using her fingers at the sides of Tim’s hip bones to stabilize him for the relentless onslaught of her talented thumbs! Thumbs that were massaging, pressing, wiggling, and vibrating the area surrounding his hip bones! Then came the circular motions of her so very focused instruments of tickle torture!
My friend was a howling, panting and gasping mess! He reflexively tried to raise his head to make eye contact as he blurted out quick and emphatic pleas for mercy!
“JESUS!” “OH GOD!” “PLEASE!” Tim blurted, unable to keep his head up for very long! His stretched out position and the physical duress of the tickling wouldn’t allow it! It’s amazing how religious he became with the influence of Natalies expert fingers and thumbs!
But it was her focused semi-smile of satisfaction that made me cringe inside!
It was not a mean smile in any way….It was the smile of deep satisfaction that only comes from a person who is a master of their craft and enjoys every second of their chosen profession! It was so obvious that this girl was VERY experienced at tickling and tickle torture, and that she deeply loved every millisecond of the activity!
And that she was going to instill that deep intensity into my friend’s mind and body using her skillful thumbs! Her deft wiggling and waggling and circling of his hips was boring into his tickled boy’s brain!
Tim went from his religious phase to a more serious mode of spluttering laughter and noises! Huffing and puffing, sounds of “ERRRRRGGG” and “GAHHHH!” As he tried to regroup and hold off the ticklish sensations by squirming his hips, writhing under her touch! Yes, my friend was subconsciously trying to get away from those tickling fingers and thumbs, or to dislodge them from their targets to obtain a respite!
“Where you goin’?” The bright eyed Natalie teased.
Amy added, “Is little brother wanting to leave?” She laughed, with no sympathy at all for her diary thief!
The true knowledge of his ticklish fate was appearing in his wild eyes and shocked face! His attempts at dislodging the torturous fingers were failing…His only destination was more ticklishness from Natalie’s expert thumbs!
Pure and utter desperation makes you do all kind of things! Faced with the relentless hip tickling, my friend went from religious to semi defiant to …. Cursing!
His face was extremely tense as the tickling sensations he’d could not stop and could not tolerate were overwhelming his body, his senses, his poor overworked mind!
Staring at the ceiling with his mouth gaped open and his eyes panicked, Tim uttered “AWW—-FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!”
One of the girls holding him chuckled “Poor thing…”
Natalie’s eyes glistened as she KNEW she had their tickle toy all stressed out! Her thumbs and fingers stayed on him while it appeared to this spectator that her lean arms reset themselves anew and pressed in a bit more….
Tim released a frantic wail of surrender as another wave of ticklishness overtook him!
Natalie’s thumbs just kept ON the sensitive flesh just inside and below the prominences of the hip bones! Pressing and wiggling, moving in tight little circles as they began a devilishly effective vibrating motion!
Tim wailed and shrieked in helpless laughter! His inability to to move HAD to be adding to his anguish and his insanity as the dark haired girl just wouldn’t stop! Without moving her thumbs from the area of what would be his hip pockets on a pair of jeans, Natalie began adding her fingertips into the small area of extreme ticklishness! It looked like she started with the first two fingers but quickly all of her digits were vibrating his hip hollows! And the girl was freaking RELENTLESS!!!
Seeing my friend tickled so intensely brought back memories of my own experience being tickled by my group of friends at the camp! I remembered how bad it was being pounced on and held down briefly and being tickled to what I thought was an extreme level…But my experience was in no way like my poor friend who had made a bad choice in violating his sisters’ utmost privacy! This tickling was so much more planned, so much more thorough…So much more PROFOUND than what I had endured! Everyone in the group of holders securing my friend was intently watching the tickler! Amy and James, and this guy ‘D’ …Those not holding, but seemingly waiting patiently for what? I guessed they were awaiting their turn at tickling or some other task!
But they were also watching the dark haired friend doing her worst (?Best) to my helpless friend!
Tim was actually past the point of helpless! He’d been tickled at an extremely high level for what seemed a fairly long time now—I couldn’t say because I was mesmerized by the entire process! Even for me, the innocent bystander, it seemed like forever, considering how quickly the overstimulation had become ‘intolerable’ ! Tim was in that physical and MENTAL zone of ticklish anguish where seconds feel like minutes and minutes like hours!
But as I stood transfixed by the sights and sounds of his experience, I began to realize the difference between this ‘session’ and my own and other tickling I had seen!
This girl Natalie, and the others, most likely…Were primarily into the tickling process ITSELF! It was obvious that they were using his body and mind as a gauge of how well they were performing the science and ART of tickling (and tickle torture)! Yes, they were monitoring Tim’s reactions… Watching for every nuance of his body language, his breathing patterns, his every little squirm or twitch under their (Natalie’s) fingers! They also studied his eyes and face for every small hint of his responses, however minor, that might give them a new bit of knowledge about his sensitivities and how they could best use that information to increase his ticklishness! Not just for HIS ticklishness (although he was the current subject under their control), but for every subject they would ever encounter after him!
If physical tickling and laughter and general anguish were the goals, they had pretty much surpassed that! My friend was a laughing, squirming, panting mess from what had been done so far! But I realized that their reason was not just to tickle his body…But his mind as well!
Natalie (and the group) were focused on driving him to heights of vulnerability and sensitivity that he had never experienced before…Then together, to enjoy his new found self awareness of his true level of ticklishness!
They intended to tickle him to absolute bits…To tickle him to his very CORE!
I came out of my inward daze to see the dark haired girl still massaging my friend’s hips! My God, how long had it been on his exquisitely ticklish hips? Tim was sounding more hoarse from his initial begging, laughing and mindless babbling!
The tickle torturer added a verbal little poke into his overworked body and mind!
“What are you feeling right now?” Murmured Natalie. Her voice was not threatening, or taunting at this point…The girl just wanted…Knowledge!
My friend’s face showed he was spent! He had been laughing and crying out in anguish and his brief pause let his tickler have the chance for her question.
“It tickles…..it tickles…..” Tim gurgled, his mouth hanging open, his voice barely audible after being teased and tormented for so long!
“My God….” I murmured. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! My young friend was sweating and looked very disheveled from his tickling experience so far. Natalie was STILL pressing her thumbs at his hips and the surrounding area, but it seemed had backed off on the most intense pressure…The boy was still moaning, but sucking in more air, a reflex from his body wanting to be ready in case there was more! Even though Tim was calming a bit, I sensed he knew there was more tickling to come!
I DID know for sure! No one was easing the pressure on his limbs! Plus, they all were keeping their eyes mostly on Natalie and Amy for their next moves.
Tim made a whimpering little noise of “Ah ho….Ah ho…” as his head moved slowly from side to side… Then I realized what I was hearing!
My poor tickled out friend was trying to say “Ah no…Ah no…”
But his brain an body, both frenzied by the intense tickling, could not form the correct words! OMGGGGGGG! I thought to myself…He’s already incoherent….And they had only just begun on Tim’s obviously ticklish body!
Then Amy, sweet faced Amy, the other innocent looking female tickler, offered her request…
“It’s time we tickled his FEET!” She stated, her eyes aglow with anticipation! The smiles on both her and Natalie’s faces were so…. gleeful! There are few examples of total and deliberate sisterly joy that compare to the imminent revenge to be taken out on a terribly misbehaved younger brother! Amy was now stationed between the boy’s feet, and the leg holders slightly readjusted themselves to increase the immobility of his legs! THEY knew what new overstimulation was heading his way! And even more fun was that my friend realized it too!
“AH! Nooo…” Tim babbled, able to recover his senses enough to enunciate his wishes properly! But his recuperation was only temporary!
Amy, being the best older sister she could be, raked her fingertips (with her perfect, ‘just long enough’ nails) from under the edge of his heels to the underside of his immediately wiggling toes! Of course her nails made their presence known all along the path on his smooth soles!
“AAAAAAIEEEEEEE!!!” My friend shrieked with the newfound intensity of total surprise!
That noise of ticklish agony that came from Tim’s mouth was mind altering, at least to me! It was because even though he HAD to know his sister was going to attack his feet, her methods were so good that it didn’t matter! As expert a tummy and hip tickler he had just endured in the form of Natalie, he now faced his own sister, who was obviously the designated foot tickler of the group!
Then, with a mischievous grin on her lips, sweet little Amy gave a simple command to her teammates securing her brother’s legs!
“Hold those feet still, please!” The foot tickler requested!
And the holders? Not to leave their expertise and understanding without praise! Just after the first couple passes of Amy’s fingers up and down her younger sibling’s soles, the leg holders were already working BEFORE Amy’s official request to take hold of my friend’s wiggling toes! Before she had finished her command, they already had his feet totally immobilized and his toes held back!
And Natalie? That dark haired princess of tickling had quietly made her way around to kneel beside her friend Amy…I was actually a bit startled when I realized she had so silently come to this end to the table, so to speak!
I had shifted a bit so I could see exactly the same view that the two ticklers enjoyed! Once I was able to see them from the proper angle, even the novice observer in me could see the attraction of Tim’s feet!
I had noted much earlier that my friend had somewhat narrow feet, but now they were even more stretched out and immobilized (just like his tummy and hips)! The other thing I noticed about his feet was how they were simply pristine…All smooth and white, with no calluses or rough spots to distract one or to ‘work around’….The ball of his foot was well defined, with a definite crease between the more rounded ball of flesh and the smooth skin to the side and below! That crease, even though small, would give a tickler a great starting point for a fingernail or fingertip to start a journey, either circling the ball of the foot playfully or sliding downward in a more threatening manner, to the entire sole of the foot and then heel. Again, the heel had no thickened skin for interference or protection…It would be totally vulnerable to whatever tickling girls like Natalie and tickling twin sisters like Amy chose to do…!
I can’t ignore the very middle of the boy’s feet—His arches! Those arches were not flat, but had the perfect amount of curve to them…Curves that foretold their vulnerability and sensitivity! Ticklish curves that would HAVE to accept whatever finger motions the girls decided on using!
As I finished my ‘inner’ thoughts, I realized the two teammates were discussing my friend’s exposed feet!
Amy was tracing a single nail in the area beside Tim’s ball of his right foot!
“How about here, like I was talking about?” Smiled Amy.
Natalie replied, “Oh yeeeeah…” with the terrifying drawn out phrase of a truly satisfied tickler. Jesus! Natalie wasn’t even into the full motions yet and she was already absorbed by her position of absolute power! She barely started touching the boy with her own fingernail on the same location on his left sole! The two were going to have a great time on my friend’s poor feet, at the cost of his male dignity and embarrassment at his helpless situation! But mostly, his helpless ticklishness was going to be used against him!
Tim was already in total hysteria! He MUST have very sensitive feet, I thought to myself!
“OGOD! OGOD!” The boy wailed. “That TICKLES!” Tim tried to raise his head to make eye contact but couldn’t hold up for very long!
He was already panting as if he’d run a half marathon! This was going to be so easy for the tickling girls!
“Yeah?” Amy smiled. “Where are we tickling?” She KNEW her friend would want to make the boy tell about his feelings and sensations!
“My FEET! MY FEET!” Squealed Tim!
“C’Mon….” Natalie grinned. “What part of your feet?”
Wow! I smiled to myself! I was realizing how Natalie was just too much! She was a talented tickler, but was also such a tickle scientist and psychologist!
Natalie lived not just for the physical tickling, but to really get inside the mind of whatever tickle toy she had under her power that day! Making the tickled boy name a spot while dissolving in ticklish hysteria? Now THAT is pure tickle torture at the very maximal levels!
The girls traced one single finger down the center of each foot, pressing a bit harder and wandering from side to side a bit! Tim was shuddering all over, trying to break contact with those digits!
“The bottoms!” My friend said!
“Nooooo…” Natalie grinned. “Amy, I guess we’d better SHOW him!”
With that, the dark haired girl used all her fingers at once and set them at the base of his toes! Amy followed her motions! As his sister readied her digits, Tim shrieked in anticipation of the sensory overload he KNEW was going to come!
“AMY!” He screamed. “SIS!!!” He then gathered himself. “AHHH SHIT NO!” He spat out!
The two ticklers RAKED their nails down his soles!
Good GOD! My friend was beside himself in ticklish agony!!! He screeched to high heaven as they raked back up and then down!
“Where?” Natalie demanded again!
Tim wailed as they tickled more! And his voice broke down into frantic blubbering! “I’m sorry! I’m SORRY! I’MSORRY!I’MSORREE!!!”
Amy smiled. “He really DOESN’T know!”
“For REAL?” Natalie chuckled. “SOLES!” The tickle torturer called out!
Both took one last, shivering rake down his sensitive soles! His whole freaking body appeared to ripple under that touch! He jolted like he’d been hit by an electrical current!
“AAAAIIYeeee!!!” Shrieked my helpless friend! It was tough watching this guy about the same age get tickle tortured like that….But somehow…I was starting to enjoy his predicament!
Then Amy began using her fingers in a spidery fast motion and brought those scribbling fingertips into his arch! Natalie followed quickly!
“NOW where?” The dark hair tickler asked! She gave firmer scratching into the curve of his smooth arch! Of course, Tim’s loving sister did the same!
“FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK!” Tim screamed! “MY ARCHES! MY ARCHES!”
“THERE you go!” Natalie said! Her eyes were concentrating on the softness of the boy’s smooth curve of that section of his foot! She obviously was not going to miss anything about his perfect and pristine feet!
Then, out of the side of my vision, I saw the “D” guy move toward the action! He slipped a thick towel under each heel so the floor was covered, but from —Wow! The helper had a bottle of coconut oil in his hand and unsnapped the cap! He held it near Tim’s feet!
“Ready for this?” Daryl asked, smiling. He freakin’ knew the answer! That query was just to send a jolt of torment into my friend’s mind! By this time, the least experienced person on the planet would know that every new thing this team did was going to add to the guy’s ticklishness!
Geeze! Part of me wanted to feel sorry for my friend in his current state of immobility and duress….But I was too enthralled with the methods, the techniques, the mental torture they were putting my friend through!
And make no mistake—Now I WANTED to see what this oil would do! My friend brain went from thinking “OMG! Sorry buddy!” to “Hee hee…Sorry buddy, they’re gonna get you so GOOOOOD!”
Maybe Amy read my mind, or she just wanted to add to her brother’s mental anguish…But she answered by question with a warning to Tim!
“This is REALLY gonna tickle with the slippery oil!” She sang out to whoever didn’t know!
I shivered inside with that answer….Tim groaned!
Daryl was careful to dribble oil on his hand and slather it over the boy’s soles, being careful to keep the oil from the holders’ fingers! I could tell that the oil was so slippery that if it got onto their fingers and Tim’s toes, the holders would have a difficult time keeping my friend’s feet immobile!
As soon as those perfect narrow feet were slathered in oil, the two best friend ticklers attacked! The went after the boy’s soles and arches with their fingers kept tight in a line so a row of nails could be skittered and skimmed quickly across his sensitive skin!
Tim screeched even more, but his voice was sounding hoarse! It looked like both of them were just concentrating on whatever crease or fold they could find, and using the ‘brushing’ motions of their hands as though they were shining a pair of shoes!
I was relishing my friend’s agony at this point! His sensitivity was so obvious and being used for maximum effect! His voice was all over the place in tone and volume, all sorts of nonsense coming from his mouth!His words were only partially coherent but getting worse and worse!
D held out two medium sized hairbrushes…The handles fit easily into the girls hands, and the bristles were flexible plastic with silicone balls at each tip! I could tell that with the oil making Tim’s feet a slippery mess, there was no way the two were NOT going to use the brushes on his soles!
Amy grinned and said gently, “Ready, little brother?”
My poor friend didn’t really stand a chance! Immobilized and stretched out over the pillow, all four limbs pressed tightly to the carpet, he could only raise his head a short distance! Even then, the fatigue from the tickling made it difficult for him to keep his head up even to make eye contact with the two torturers at his feet!
The two girls just glanced at each other, both with their eyes gleaming…It was like a contest, each waiting for the other to strike first! The air between them was charged even thought they didn’t spend long at all in waiting…Amy moved her hand first! Natalie instantly followed, not wanting to be left out or too far behind!
Tim’s twin sister and her friend began brushing the brother’s oily feet!
The brother began hollering for them to stop!
“GOD! NO! PLEASE!” Was as far as my friend got before the silicone tips on the flexible plastic bristles overwhelmed his senses! The motions of the brushes going back and forth, up and down, in what had to be varying degrees of pressure on his soles, his arches, the heels, and the balls of each foot!
The feet are so packed with nerve endings that its really just unfair!
Unlike the studious exploration Natalie had done on the boy’s tummy and hips…The feet were much less area and yet so very sensitive!
The two friends and teammates had already raked, scribbled, scraped and scratched my buddy’s feet to perfection! They already knew his worst areas, so now it was just a matter of repeating the same treatment with the oil and brushes! For his arches, the balls of his feet, and his heels, it was simply a hundred times worse with the addition of the oil!
The lubricant obviously served to increase his ticklish sensations immensely! The girls knew it and took full advantage while little brother did squeal like a baby and plead his sister for mercy!
“SIS!” Tim cajoled. “NO! PLEASE! YOU GOTTA STOP!”
“You shoulda not taken her diary!” The dark haired tickler advised, her brush going every which way and lighting the boy’s feet like they were on fire! Then she added some speed and pressure on his poor sensitive feet!
Tim screamed at the added sensation and intensity! “Shit! I HATE you!” He babbled.
Natalie smiled and brushed on …and ON! Amy did as well, making her twin a helpless mess! Then the sweet faced twin sister asked D for a favor! She nodded her head at her brother’s toes … and the helper guy knew just what to do! Daryl slathered oil on the underside of my friends’ toes, being careful to keep the holders fingers dry!
Tim felt the oil an tried to jerk his body spastically to escape—But there was none! The two girls immediately set in on the underside of his toes, angling the sides of those medium hairbrushes for best contact!
My friend screamed in ticklish agony, and began a staccato series of “Sorry!SORRY!SOOOORRRY!” The hair brushing experts swished those newest tools back and forth, a couple rows of bristles sliding along the underside the bodies of his toes and and making sure everyone heard poor Tim’s embarrassing apologies!
His pleas were not specific to anything in particular or he would have apologized for the theft and holding hostage of Amy’s diary! His words were simply the mindless babbling from his ticklish hysteria—The sensations were obviously just too much and too overwhelming! Daryl added oil every so often to keep his ticklish toes and feet well lubricated, and I started to wonder if those two were EVER going to stop with their favorite tools!
Then, they each slowed down and paused the tickling….I sighed in relief FOR my friend as his panting was now very audible and a gasping quality! Now, it seemed, my friend would be allowed a break!
But not for long! As Tim began thanking the two, they each put down the hairbrushes and began slipping some sort of gloves on their hands!
Amy smiled. “We aren’t finished yet, little brother!”
“Not nearly finished!” Stated Natalie. “Miles to go!”
Those comment made ME cringe FOR the guy!
“AAAaaaaaaah GAAAWD…!” Tim panted in anguish.
I got a better look at the gloves and realized what they were—-Pet grooming gloves! The kind with silicone nubs all over the fingers and palms! Jesus—Those things were going to be SO incredibly ticklish for him! And stretched out Tim couldn’t see the impending doom that was about to be unleashed on him!
That Daryl guy slathered MORE oil on his feet and stepped back out of the way. Four hands with pet grooming gloves began swirling over my buddy’s soles, working a ticklish massage as it appeared they were going to try to work the oil directly through his skin and into his mind itself!
“YIIII—EEEEE!” My friend unleashed a loud squeal of total surprise!
Another scream of ticklish agony filled our ears but soon the boy fell into a state of moaning anguish! He burst out in uncontrollable laughter and begging! He took time to try to eke out one quick question between great rasping gulps of air!
“WHA—-“ The tickle toy gasped! He couldn’t finish his question, but the girls knew what he was asking!
Army took a couple of of seconds from the physical torture and held up one gloved hand!
“SHIT!” The tormented boy hissed out, realizing what was causing those new and deep sensations on his tender, pristine soles!
The girls resumed the motions! Now each well oiled foot had two gloves sliding and wallowing all over his creases! The tickle toy screamed out in ticklish agony once more, but those gloved fingers and palms just kept on him!
From my own tickling before, I realized how immensely sensitive a person’s feet can be! I knew it was pure hell to have someone going after the small area that is your sole and arch, but my friend had the added bonus of multiple hands and oiled flesh to increase his experience to a new level of intensity!
Natalie was working away, then asked Daryl for “..A bit more oil, please”
The guy unsnapped the cap and drizzled more lubricant on Tim’s feet, while my friend yelped out in surprise! Evidently, even a tiny bit of fresh oil revitalized his skin’s sensitivity! His blubbering laughter became MORE frantic after the new oil was applied!
The girls weren’t stopping, even finding new ways to add to my friend’s distress! Amy discovered that working her gloved thumbs into his arches sent her twin brother into a very hysterical place!
“Look here!” The sweet faced girl called to her friend! Natalie glanced over to watch and immediately imitated those motions on Tim’s other arch!
Tim’s laughing became gurgling and babbling as he was starting to tire….He was seemingly becoming more fatigued under the girls’ expert fingers…His laughter dissolving into…just gasping and rasping as it took more of his energy just to keep enough air in his lungs for breathing! Even to the novice onlooker like me, I could tell his level or quality of ticklishness was becoming different in some way!
The two girls at his feet couldn’t see his facial expressions very well, but one of the holders at his arms gave a report!
“Oh yeah!” Emily said, her face beaming in recognition. “You’re gettin’ him now!”
Getting him? I tried to process that comment, while my friend’s voice began blending into a constant moan…and then that faded! I shifted so I could see Tim’s face more clearly!
The girls kept working his feet with their gloves…Those perfect, narrow, oiled feet!
My friend’s face was like someone who was simply not there anymore…His mouth was open….he was taking in air only….the only sound coming out was his exhalations…He was past the point of laughing…past the point of coherent speech…just little whimpers and mewls were coming from his gaping mouth! His EYES! My friend’s eyes were no longer focusing, or at least not for very long…
But his eyes did change a couple times, as though TRYING to recapture their clarity…and when they did that…they had an expression of pleading! And not toward the girls at his feet! My friend was past the point of being able to focus on someone so far away! It was obvious that in this tickle induced stupor, Tim was looking ANYWHERE for mercy…for ANY sort of pity….Anything that would make the tickling stop! My tickled out friend did manage a small noise, a squeak as it were…Again, trying to get ANY bit of communication across to anyone in the group without having to use words he just couldn’t form!
Watching his ‘meltdown’ from tickling was like seeing his entire soul….He had no more secrets left….Those girls had relentlessly uncovered his ticklishness and bared it all for the entire group to see…
More importantly…Tim seemed to realize something as well….How truly vulnerable and ticklish he really, really was…!
The look of utter helplessness and vulnerability on his face gave me small tingles of warning on the back of my neck…Because for lack of the group’s decision, that could be ME in their power! But that tingling feeling ended quickly as a general warmth came over my body and mind! I felt different….Awakened by the transformation I had just seen…A boy tickled to bits and to his absolute limits!
Or so I thought! As I found out as the afternoon progressed, I had so much more to learn….
As Tim’s breathing and facial expressions began to go back toward normal, Natalie began quizzing him on the previous activities…
“So….” The dark haired girl asked. “How was our tickling?”
“Aww, geeeeze…” Tim exhaled. “You know how it was! It was TORTURE!!” His face started to turn angry, but he realized he was still held down..So he kept calm when he looked like he wanted to spew venom with his comments! He calmed himself and continued!
“You KNEW it tickled bad and you WOULDN’T STOP!” He was starting to pant again!
Daryl chimed in…”What was the worst part?”
“Jesus! It was ALL bad!” My friend stammered! “It was ticklish everywhere you touched! Being held down…The oil! And those gloves!”
D spoke again. “Those were pretty bad, huh?”
“Yeah!” My buddy’s eyes glistened in anger. “You KNOW it was! And you kept putting on more oil!!!!”
“Yeah…I did..” The helper guy grinned like he really enjoyed it!
“You fucker….” Hissed my friend! Then he thought better of his smart mouth! “I’m sorry—-“
“That’s okay…” D said. “I’d be the same way!”
Natalie spoke. “You know we’re gonna do more, right?” She said.
Tim’s face changed entirely—From a semi-defiant name caller to
panicked expression in milliseconds!
My friend’s eyes got wide as he tried to make eye contact with Natalie and his sister! He IMPLORED them to reconsider!!!
“GIRLS!” He blurted in a frantic tone! “PLEASE! C’Mon! I’m TICKLISH! You KNOW I’m ticklish! PLEEEASE!”
“We DO know you’re ticklish, little brother!” Smiled Amy. She was relishing her role as the the ‘evil’ twin sister and tickler!
“Yeah…We knew you were ticklish from the start!” Grinned Natalie. “So why’d you lie?”
“You KNOW why!” The boy said, trying to keep his voice low, but looking more flustered!
The dark haired tickler shook her head just a bit, in that universal sign that she was looking for more…
Tim could’t stop talking now….But he did try to direct his words toward Natalie and his sister.
“It’s…Aah Geeze…” My friend was really falling apart now! “It’s embarrassing that I’m so sensitive! Guys aren’t supposed to BE so ticklish!” Then he babbled, “And everyone will see…How I couldn’t hold up….” His breathing was as fast as if they were actually tickling him!
Those two girls KNEW he had a bit more confessing to offer…Their silence and his anxiety broke him…
His voice low….Tim stammered, “OMG! PLEASE! I - I knew I couldn’t take it!”
Wow! My young strong friend told them everything!
“Not everyone can hear you!” Natalie grinned. “Say it LOUDER!”
My friend was hysterical with the anticipation of another round of profound and thorough tickling! He immediately obeyed the dark haired tickler’s command…As though it would somehow matter!
“I’M TICKLISH!” My buddy hollered to the ceiling…
Amy grinned. “Again, brother!”
“I”M TICKLISH! I”M TICKLISH AND I CANT TAKE IT!” The boy bellowed in another level of mental surrender! He looked so distraught…So helpless….
It was funny how he added that last bit, hoping to buy his way out of what we all knew was inevitable! But no one ever offered that as a trade! They just wanted him to jump through their mental hoops!
GAWWWD! My friend was officially wrecked and they hadn’t even started with their fingers for the next phase of tickling him yet! Tim was panting and groaning in anguish! To be honest…I was really starting to enjoy these games the group was playing…And the effect they were having on poor Tim!
“Whooooahhhh….” Chuckled someone in the crowd.
“Wow” Called out another girl holding him down. “They’re gonna get you sooo good!”
My buddy was still increasing his panic mode—And who could blame him after the torment he’d just bee through? But then my thoughts went to his writhing and spasming…His stretched out torso, tummy and hips…His pitiful little meltdown face…So who could blame THEM for wanting to tickle him more? If it meant more of the same endearing looks and behavior…Why NOT?
Natalie spoke quietly. “Here’s what we are gonna do…” She started out very slowly….”We’re gonna tickle your tummy and hips again…Slow and methodical…Find every ticklish spot you have…”
Tim was freaking out! “You already DID that!” He started panting as though he’d run a marathon!
“Yeah…” Natalie kept on toying with him. “But this time—We’re gonna use coconut oil, just like we did on your feet!” She then added, “You know it’s gonna be WAAAY more ticklish this time….”
A girl from the audience teased, “Yeah and they won’t stop until their fingers cramp!”
My friend’s eyes went super wide, and got a wild look to them!
“FUCK! NO—PLEASE!” The boy cursed out in anguish! His face got more frenzied when he realized how much more ticklish it would be with the oil on his skin!
“Fuck YES!” Stated a new voice—It was James! He looked at his upcoming tickle toy as though Tim was the last one on earth! Then he continued his comments. “And then….I’m gonna do your ribs!”
OMG! The tone of his voice made James sound just like he’d would be an even more intense tickler than Natalie!
As I watched this next scene unfold, I couldn’t help but feel cringy about my own tickling event and how helpless I felt when pounced on by several others!
But my friend was incredibly more vulnerable than I ever was..Held down so securely by these ‘experts’…Immobilized…His tummy, hips and torso still stretched out…Every square inch of flat skin exposed…Every little dip or crease made visible on his tummy, torso, pelvis and hip area! The ONLY word to describe him and his perfect anatomy was…INVITING!
Even though I enjoyed tickling girls, I was in total appreciation for what these two young women and their friends were doing! The gender of their subject was obviously not important to them…My friend had literally become just an opportunity to exhibit and exercise their tickling skills! A true tickle toy for their enjoyment, but also a ticklish person who they could enlighten about his own ticklishness while exposing his weakness to the audience in attendance! A live model for their exquisite methods! I was enthralled with their techniques and their mental games as well. At least for this period of time, Tim as my friend became less important to me…But Tim as the tickled subject of the group’s every whim….THAT idea was taking over my mind…
My brain switched from deep contemplation to the reality of the stretched out boy before me! Natalie was on his left side, Amy on the right side of his lower tummy as he was bumped up and stretched out.
Each girl was resting their fingertips on his low to mid tummy area…an area made flat by his position. Held down by the arms so securely, Tim couldn’t see what those devious female hands were doing, but he could FEEL the gentle grazing touch that was resuming on his tender and ticklish tummy! He and the entire group of holders and watchers knew that more tickling was to come…And he was quickly becoming a frantic mess of apprehension and anticipation!
“Oh No! OH NO!” He stuttered. “C’Mon!C’MON!PLEEASE?”
OMG! His whimpering was incredible…I’d never heard sounds like this from anyone being tickled…let alone some ‘strong’ young man! Some bits of my conscience WANTED to feel sympathy for my friend…But the innate pull of my human nature was getting the best of me! An ‘innocent’ pull…if you will! A ‘pure’ human nature—I didn’t want the tickle torture for meanness! Like the rest of the group I guess, I DID want it just to EXPLORE—The mind and body and psyche of the stretched out and vulnerable subject of the day…A tickle experiment…or a tickle toy, if you prefer to think of him that way!
One of the girls near his head tried to keep him calm. Was her name Maddy?
“C’Mon, Tim…” She said. ”Calm down…It’s only tickling……You’re gonna be alright…”. She touched his hair.
“OkOKOK!” My friend babbled, trying his best not to melt down BEFORE the two at his tummy started in on him! To mentally and physically collapse THAT soon would be sooo embarrassing for him! But Jeeze! I still think he was literally on the verge of crying from the pure anguish of his helpless situation!
He calmed down just a little bit, when I saw the two girls do something totally unexpected! Both leaned over and from what I could see of Amy’s face—They placed their MOUTHS on opposite sides of the boy’s tummy! They were on the lowest area of his bare expanse of flesh…And I could see Amy’s lips working against his skin! Natalie was bent over away from me, but I KNEW she was doing the same maneuver!
Amys’ lips appeared to be curled over her teeth, and by pressing in, she was ’working’ the boy’s flesh with a sort of ‘nibbling’ motion! Even more stressful, both young women were adding a murmuring, ‘Nom Nom Nom’ sound that vibrated their lips!
GOD in HEAVEN! My mind reeled seeing this new method, but I was not as surprised as poor Tim!
With the new and unexpected sensations of ‘mouth tickling’…I swear my friend’s mind went onto some ‘out of body’ experience!!!
The long and intense wail that came from Tim did NOT come from his voice alone! This wail was borne of a thousands of years of his human genetic code! All through history, we humans have responded to unexpected and surprising events that make them wail…I mean REALLY wail! Physical trauma, or the mental anguish of loss or simply great failures…Of goals not achieved! Of circumstances THRUST upon you! This wail that came from Tim’s pitiful and gaping mouth was not just from his mind or body…It was coming from the bits of his DNA, molded by centuries of genetic memories of past instances of human helplessness!
That was it! This wail I heard today was from the unmistakeable inner knowledge of Tim’s mind, body, and genetic code—The awareness of his DNA as it was met by an unforeseen and unstoppable force, a force with intensity that is definitely PERCEPTIBLE but NOT measurable!
Not to this human’s mind, anyway…Or any of us, actually!
The two ticklers were working his flesh with their nibbling and gnawing motions to a degree his poor boy brain and body had never felt before!
The wail Tim loosed was a long, haunting combination of total and ABSOLUTE despair…And it came from the depths of his very CORE! It was a culmination of all of his losses to the girls…His loss of coherent thinking…His loss of control and independence…His deep embarrassment at the loss of his own self confidence!
My friend’s wail of ticklish lament also depicted his future….The plan of the two girls to continue using their mouths and lips to send him to even greater heights of incoherent glory as they proved his helpless ticklishness to themselves, to the group, and to his own psyche!
I watched closely as I could see Amy’s performance very well…Her lips pressing on his flesh, her murmurs of ‘MMMM..MMMM…MMMM!’
The older sister was taking full advantage of her twin! Her relentless mouthing was unmerciful! The brother began filling the air with a shrieking, uncontrollable laughter! His head was bobbling from side to side in agony!
Jesus! I thought, how could this girl do this to her own brother? But as I succumbed to the scene before me, being sucked into the strong whirlpool of tickling exuberance, my mind changed to ‘how could she NOT?’ Amy had the look of a scientist seeing something new for the very first time! She had lost all hints of vengeance she may have held, and now just wanted to keep exploring, searching, finding the first and last bit of his extreme ticklishness!
The big sister looked up at me from her mouthing of Tim’s flesh!
“C’Mere…”. Amy murmured an offer… I don’t remember moving, but I found myself like…teleported to her side! I still couldn’t believe this situation, but I had to pay attention as she began talking.
“You saw those spasms before?” The brown haired lovely asked.
“Yea…” I answered, afraid to misspeak and be sent back to the crowd!
Amy said, “You cover your teeth like this…” The girl demonstrated, her lips curling over her sharp incisors. “Then you just open your mouth and press around that spasm!”
“Uh huh…” I murmured, still mesmerized by my good fortune!
Amy smiled and resumed her quick lesson. “Then you just kind of bite down…nibble, gnaw…chomp…whatever you feel like doin’ to the poor guy!”
OMG! Her eyes were ablaze with anticipation.
“Are you ready?” My tutor asked. It was difficult for me to tell which of us was more enthusiastic about my first mouth tickling! Amy’s face showed total infatuation with the idea of watching ME perform this particular maneuver!
“Yeah..” I gurgled, my voice raspy. I was almost a bit dizzy. I vaguely remember Tim protesting, even with Natalie still gnawing away across from us!
“BRYCE!” My friend blurted. “What are you doing?” He said in disbelief!
I was locked in on that taut playground of sensitive flesh…Amy pointed to one small area that was already trembling from the overstimulation he was already enduring from the relentless Natalie. She grazed it with one gentle fingernail to give me a sure landmark to start my journey!
I couldn’t respond to my friend’s babbling! I just had to concentrate! As I leaned over, I do remember he called me some names! I didn’t care what—Because I was going for his tremoring flesh like a hungry shark!
I pressed my open lips onto his tummy and felt a tiny bit of quivering!
“Feel it?” Amy asked, ecstatic because she could tell from my eyes that I felt something!
“Uh HUH!” I murmured into my friend’s taut and ticklish flesh! I surrounded that tiny little tremor and made it MINE!
Tim let out another scream of lament as his friend (Me) began gnawing and nibbling that spot!
My friend was able to eke out one short phrase between peels of his helpless laughter…”You ALLL SUCK!!!!”
It was obvious I was successful, and Amy laughed. “THERE you go!”
I continued nomming…the mouth tickling allowed me to feel things I never knew I could! So much more sensitive than fingers, my open mouth just wouldn’t let up! I heard Natalie working across from me, and we did a fine job of keeping my friend Tim in a great deal of ticklish distress! The holders wouldn’t let him move but a centimeter or so while we mouthed him…and the flesh all stretched out? This was a delight! So easy now that the boy had been tickled up and primed for this new and fun method!
Nomming looked more difficult from a distance! But once I got over the initial shock of his sister’s sweet invitation, I ‘latched on’ to his flesh just as easily as if I was gripping his ribs or tickling his feet!
The real fun was feeling Tim’s underlying tension from the deep muscles as they tried reflexively to buck me off! My friend himself had no conscious thought of his own at this point! Even though our mouth tickling was not too far along, the intensity of the sensations had him dissolving into a state of total hysteria—His laughter constant and uncontrollable!
The tickled boy was not even able to form words! His laughter came in helpless waves of hyper stimulation, initially with distinct sounds of
“AHAHA! AHAHA! HO! HAA! HUUUUUH!”
That quickly melted into short bursts of “HA! WHOO! WAH! EEEE!”—Those special sounds of what I call ‘tickle gibberish’!
Tim’s constant state of hysteria and frenzy from the relentless mouthing of his sensitive flesh forced his voice to become quieter in a quest for air instead of words!
Finally, he was only able to moan and murmur his responses as the lower volume required less effort and less air!
“Huuuuuh….Uhhhhh…Guuuuuuh” Are those sounds of ticklishness that came later, especially as my friend mustered enough resolve to try to look at whoever was close enough to make eye contact!
When I heard those sounds of extreme ticklish lament, I was nearing the crest of his hip bone…And now I could glance toward his head and see some of the looks that the mouth tickling was creating!
My GOD it was good! Seeing the helpless face and eyes as the tickled boy was only able to lay there and respond? Priceless!
But now Natalie and I were on Tim’s so nicely defined hip bones and the soft flesh below and around them! She engulfed the prominence on her side, using her gnawing and nibbling to perfection!
The shell of my friend Tim’s mind and body created a new shriek of ticklish agony as the dark haired girl’s lips worked their magic!
I followed her pattern and did the same thing, and had the satisfaction of hearing my ticklish friend respond to my actions the very same way!
I mouthed and mauled the hip bone and surrounding flesh with renewed vigor, trying to match the tickler girl across from me! Tim began another helpless round of inevitable laughter, but it more quickly deteriorated into the mindless noise that signaled ticklishness at the highest levels!
I began to realize what it was like to be caught up in the tickling fixation, and what Natalie, Amy, and the rest of the group truly enjoyed about their activities!
Yes, Tim was my friend, but I didn’t care! I HAD to go on! I COULDN’T stop!
I was ADDICTED to the sensations of his ripples and spasms my mouth was feeling from his sensitive flesh, as well as the power I had over his helpless, ticklish mind and body! To KNOW I was the one causing him to squirm, to laugh, to groan in anguish…To KNOW I was the one pushing him to the highest levels of ticklishness…
I was brought out of my mental daze by someone lightly shaking my shoulder!!!!
“Hey…Hey there…” Said a sweet, soft voice….It was Amy!
“You need to let me back in there…I need my turn now…”
I realized I was still latched onto Tim’s flesh…My mind returned to the present….I lifted up from my playground, sighing in both contentment and disappointment…. I felt a little dizzy….So I stopped moving away from him.
“Are you okay?” Amy asked, again with her sweetest tone.
“Uh…Yeah….” I mumbled. I realized I may have spent minutes mouthing the guy! Damn—It felt like barely any time at all! But still, I apologized. “Sorry…” I murmured, embarrassed that I lost track of time and had to be asked to stop!
“No problem…” Said Amy.
Some one in the audience said, “Wow! He was really getting into it!”
“Who WOULDN’T?” Asked Natalie! Her face was beaming, along with Amy!
Then she asked Amy, “You ready to finish with his nomming?”
“Sure!” Replied the sweet older sister. She looked at her twin as she added. “Then we have some oiling up to do!”
Natalie looked down at her tickle toy…”Yeah…..” She smiled.
Tim said, ”Aw fu-u-u-ck…..” But it was spoken with a distinct whimpering lilt of absolute and total defeat!
OMG….Poor Tim….My boy brain couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him….but only a bit…I smiled to myself….
The two girls leaned over and resumed their mouth tickling—-surrounding his hip bones and working that thin flesh with their ‘nomming’ lips once more, using both their motions and sounds of ‘MMM MMM MMM” to bring poor Tim right back to his extreme and ticklish reality!
His shrieks of uncontrollable laughter resumed, and they nommed away, making circles around his hip bones and finding his hottest spots time and time again!
They moved up along his upper tummy and onto his abdomen…testing every dip and crease along the way! Moving to the sides, mouthing his soft flesh of his flanks! More sounds of anguish coming from the guy as they worked their way to his lower ribs….
Once there, each girl began feasting on the bones of his rib cage that formed the familiar inverted ‘V’ so visible on the stretched-out boy!
This was where the two appeared to be more biting and chewing his thin flesh as it covered his extra ticklish ribs!
Tim howled in laughter from the new tickling sensations that they kept coming up with to torture him! Then collapsing into weak moaning just like before! Finally, after nibbling on his entire lower bones of his cage, and thoroughly tasting the flesh between the inverted V…..The girls let up…
Amy smiled, “Have you had enough mouth tickling, little brother?”
Poor Tim whimpered, “Yes…Yes…Please…..”
“Good….” Natalie murmured. “Now my fingers are rested…Its time for some oil….”
Amy wouldn’t let him go without a question! “So how WAS the mouth tickling, anyway?”
My friend was beside himself! It wasn’t enough to endure the tickling…But having to replay it verbally for his tormentors’ enjoyment was TRUE torture! But he also knew he’d better answer!
“It was the WORST!” Tim was close to tears with his extreme anguish!
“MY GOD! PLEASE….”
Amy and Natalie just grinned at their success…They knew there was more to come!
At this point, helper guy Daryl unsnapped the lid of the coconut oil and began drizzling it on Tim’s low tummy, then upwards to the hips and all around! When Tim felt the cool oil on his ticklish flesh, he knew what was going to happen and his body squirmed the tiniest bit, as if trying to keep the oil away!
D smiled and began using one hand to smooth the puddles of oil all over the boy’s stretched out flesh, from side to side on his low low tummy…all the way up to his hip bones! Just the touch of him spreading the lubricant made my friend frantic once more! His eyes bugged out, his panting returned!
“AW SHIT! AW SHIT!” Tim squawked in anguish!
Natalie settled in on top his thighs once more…”Thanks D!” She said.
“My pleasure….” Answered Daryl. “He’s all yours…..”
My GOD—Truer words were never spoken!
Natalie, perched atop my friend’s legs, only paused to reach back and tighten the hair fastener that kept her short ponytail in place! It was obvious that she wanted to prevent any distraction from loose strands of hair during her next turn on Tim’s sensitive body!
A body that was now oiled up and would be much more sensitive than when she tickled him with dry skin!
Someone from the audience said, “My God! The oil is gonna make it WAY more ticklish!”
I could see Tim’s breathing quicken with that comment!
“H—How much more?” I asked, my voice quavering for my friend! I’d seen how bad the oil on his feet made his experience! I couldn’t imagine what the large expanse of tender flesh would be like for him!
The dark haired girl began tracing her fingertips over his very slippery low tummy! “About 1000%….” She smiled…As though she were about to dine on the most delicious meal on the planet!
Tim’s eyes rolled back in his head as he whimpered again…
Natalie began repeating her original motions…tracing one fingernail and fingertip across the lowest, lowest part of Tim’s oiled and stretched out tummy. Only this time, the oil provided a perfect, friction-free playground! Coconut oil it seemed, was the magic elixir for absolute and profound tickle torture! From this first touch of her second visit to his immobilized and vulnerable lower body, I could tell everything was different! It was as though her touch was magnified tremendously—Tim seemed to be responding so much faster! The same touch was making him squirm and murmur little sounds that took longer the first time!
Natalie seemed to relish this position because now she could sit atop her tickle toy, keeping his bare flesh under her watchful gaze but still enjoy most of his facial expressions and head movements!
As she teased his tummy, my friend’s breathing increased in depth and pace…His head lolled from side to side…Her fingertips tickled and grazed…then stopped at one spot! I knew from earlier the girl must have detected some quivering little ripple or spasm…It was what her fingers and mind were meant for…exploring a person’s form for all of its hidden sensitivities…then homing in…like a hunter seeking its prey…
Tim’s face and eyes told all his secrets…As Natalie teased and tormented his oiled tummy, his breathing became more irregular…more toward panting…still light panting…..but I could tell and see the renewed panic building in his face and eyes…
My friend turned his head to the side and pressed his nose and one eye into his outstretched bicep…His lips made a straight line…not clenched but reserved…trying so desperately to hide his ticklishness from the dark haired girl! Even as a guy I could appreciate the simple freaking cuteness of it all…Tim trying to hide himself, hide his inner self…holding out just in case this time would be different..Jeeeze it really was the tickled person’s dilemma! And as a guy, I know its just automatic—You can’t help but want to hide your ticklishness, your embarrassment over this one stupid weakness….The one weakness that anyone with fingers can exploit on you, no matter how tough you think you are or try to make yourself out to be…
Tim’s whole body and soul were tense now….feeling the increased tickling sensations from the expert tickler…His eyes opened into half slits…I could tell his resolve was starting to fail. As a guy I was secretly imploring him to stay strong and tough…But now as I was transforming more into a true tickler….I was also secretly enjoying his new anguish!
After all, at the end of the day, it’s just tickling!
I had already seen so much….And done a bit of my own tickling (Thanks to Amy)…Now I was enjoying his tension and his inevitable collapse into hysteria!
The dark haired tickling expert was moving her fingertips all over my friend’s tummy, pressing into his glistening and sensitive flesh! Tim was holding any verbal response inside..trying to stay quiet, as though if he held out long enough, the girl would go away!
Suddenly, my buddy half choked, half coughed in response as Natalie finally had tickled him enough! His belly and tummy rippled with peals of laughter that he could not hold in any longer! He was able to calm a tiny bit when…
“More oil, please…” Smiled Natalie at her helper and friend!
D unsnapped the bottle of oil and drizzled some more of the magic elixir on Tim’s flesh!
My friend moaned in agony! “NOOO! PLEEASE!”
Amy smiled at her brother! “Whats the matter, Timmy?” His older sister cooed. “Too ticklish?”
“YEEEESSSS!” The boy hissed loudly!
Natalie smiled at me, but direct a question to the tortured boy!
“Tell us how it is compared to before?”
She kept tickling his tummy….Tim shrieked as she teased a new spot of trembling flesh!
“WORSE!” He bleated out! “WAY WORSE!” He was trying to look at Natalie to make SURE she knew! PLEEEASE NO MORE OIL!”
OMG! So wild! I thought to myself. The oil going on his body was even more torturous that the tickling, it seemed!
Then came my next big SHOCK for the day!
Natalie glanced at me. “Wanna feel the spasms?”
Her fingers were palpating his tummy dips and flat areas….
“Su—ure—!” I heard my voice croak in surprise and exhilaration! I was going to have a chance to be tutored by the main tickler of the group! I was so surprised, I think I almost blacked out for a few milliseconds!
“Feel around on his tummy with just your fingertips!” The dark haired instructor told me. “Let the oil do the work…You remember the spasms from feeling with your lips?”
“Yeah…” I murmured. I swallowed. My fingers were moving..I watched the area as I felt his muscles underneath begin quivering….quivering….then a tiny bit of tightness!
“Got it!” I concentrated on that area even before her next comment!
“Tickle it!” Natalie said, almost as excited as I was! She obviously relished being a teacher of the tickling arts!
I scribbled faster with my finger, then began feeling more! I was creating a small wave or ripple under his skin! And my buddy kept snorting and coughing and laughing!
“Keep going!” Urged my instructor! Then she resumed her own teasing and we played together on my buddy’s helpless, sensitive, and immobilized flesh!
My friend was becoming more hysterical by the second! The barrage of tickling from our fingers was overwhelming him, to say the least!
I was thoroughly enjoying my role as co-tickler as Tim just kept getting louder! His was shrieking in laughter and tossing his head from side to side like a wild man! I became a bit scared that we’d gone to far when I saw one of the girls near his head use her hands to immobilize his head!
“Shhhhhhh….” Shushed Hannah. Looking at the frantic boy, she just kept shushing him. He started to calm but then got louder in a babbling cacophony of hysterical noises! That’s when one of the girls holding one of his arms reached over and clamped her hand over his open mouth!
Now his loud voice was muffled but he still tried to communicate with loud screams into her palm! OMG! I could tell this was tickling him so much!
“Should I stop!” I asked, my voice shaking!
“NO!" Natalie stated! “Do NOT stop! Keep going!” She shifted toward his upper body!
The dark haired girl kept one set of fingers teasing his upper tummy region while leaning over his face! Tim was wailing into the other girl’s palm as Natalie began soothing him. The tickle torturer smoothed his sweaty hair and calmly said…”SHhhhh…Tim!” She made good eye contact with the boy! His frantic, pleading eyes were all he could use for communication right now…And Natalie continued…”You need to calm down…It’s only tickling…”
What that phrase, my buddy’s eyes got big and rolled back into his head! He panted VERY heavily a few times before slowing his breathing!
“That’s good…You’ll be fine…only two places left to go” The girl said. As much as she LOVED tickling, Natalie HAD to be on fire for the last two spots! But she kept herself calm as well…
“Your hips …and your ribs!” Natalie said.
Tim still was in a terrible frenzy! His protests were muffled by the hand over his mouth!
“MMMM..MM!” He murmured emphatically! “MMMF!! MMM!”
The girl said, “You're gonna be fine!”
Natalie slid back down to his low tummy level, allowing me to stay on one side as she had the other.
She must have seen the look of shock on my face!
“Will he really?..Be fine…?” I asked, my voice questioning my own resolve at our extreme tickling!
“Yeahhh..” The dark haired tickler answered with great confidence. “We’ve done loads of these!”
Those words made me cringe big time! But there was still work to be done!
Natalie looked at me and asked, “Are you ready to do those hips?” The look on her innocent face belied the mischievous grin she had on her lips! It was obvious this area was one of her MOST favorites!
Daryl didn’t even wait for directions before unsnapping the cap on the bottle of coconut oil and tipping it forward! He drizzled two long lines of the magical fluid, from low on Tim’s groin and following the creases all the way to the hip bones themselves.
Tim startled at the sound of the oil bottle snapping open, making a tiny noise of recognition. “AH no….” He gurgled. He glanced down but couldn’t see the dark hair teaser’s hands…But he could see her face and eyes! The girl had removed her hand from his mouth and the other had let go of his head, but both stayed close in case they would be needed again!
Natalie began with one set of fingertips, rubbing the oil into the groove of his hip hollow on her side….I did the same on my side…My GOD my friend’s tummy and pelvis were so stretched and so taut! It felt like I was rubbing the skin of a drum!
“Take time to feel it…” The dark haired girl said. She was doing her side as well.
Tim gave a light little whimper…then almost a low shriek in response to our fingers starting on him!
Except as I rubbed, I could feel the tremors and trembling from under his skin! NO drum would give that feedback, and the more I felt it, the more I wanted to CAUSE it! And I did…slowly at first, but soon I had a nice rhythm of making the flesh spasm, then rubbing the spot, and making more!
Natalie murmured, “There you go….” Her voice was low, obviously excited at recognizing my new found talent. “Hmmm…You’re pretty good at that…”
Again, being invited into ‘her space’ … receiving some tips and feeling my success on the boy’s hip hollows…I felt a bit dizzy from the newness and thrill of it all! And Tim…He was losing his identity to me…Transforming from a friend into just a ticklish male doll, just a sensitive and perfect toy to be used as a plaything….
“You okay?” My co-tickler asked, bringing me out of my short mental detour.
“Ye— UH.. Yeah!” I groaned. My fingers kept pressing and rubbing, making little ripples starting to form in the grooves and the flesh surrounding them.
Natalie was already there, smoothly moving her fingers up his right side of his hip hollows with great concentration!
“Good!” The tormentor girl smiled. “This line is one of the most sensitive spots on anyone! You need to keep going on it until you have the ticklishness all worked out of it!”
The boy was whimpering at this conversation, and began babbling “OGAH OGAH NoNOnononono….” His eyes looked frantic!
“Worked out?” I asked. “So then he won’t be ticklish anymore?”
“He’ll ALWAYS be ticklish!” Smiled Amy.
“No….” Natalie laughed lightly. “We’re gonna work the ticklishness OUT so he’s finally REALIZES it! And so everyone ELSE can see it too!”
The tickle torturer grinned. “Then he won’t be so embarrassed about how ticklish he really IS—-He needs to know it for himself!”
“Gaaaaaaawd!” My friend groaned in anguish! His voice wasn’t loud during all this conversation….He was just over stimulated and becoming a frenzied wreck!
“And ADMIT it!” Added Amy! “Because he STOLE my diary!”
Tim looked toward his sister with an agonized face and expression!
His eyes were huge and filled with ticklish terror for what might be coming! The the boy changed and tried to put on his best pleading face!
“Amy! PLEASE! I’ll do anything!” My friend was in total hysteria now from our fingers sliding and massaging that super sensitive crease!
“ANYTHIIIIING!” He blathered again—His voice low, worn down from laughter and tickling and his uncontrollable sounds….
The look on my friend’s face was an AMAZING combination of cuteness and fear…Of ignorance and instinct! Of….True and profound desperation!
Natalie couldn’t help but take advantage of the boy’s hysteria!
“The oil is gonna make this spot reaaally ticklish!” Said the dark haired girl! I felt the boy’s inner body trembling from deep within!
Our fingers vibrated and squeezed the bones!
We were on his hips bones now…And we began wiggling the flesh all around the bony prominences!! Tim shrieked then wailed as Natalie showed me how to vibrate the bone, and then…Daryl added more oil!
My friend couldn’t even mount a protest! He was becoming drained from all the constant overstimulation!
“Huuuuuh…Huuuuuuuh….” Were the only sounds he could make!
“Let your fingers slide off, like this!” Directed the tickler! She applied pressure to his hip bone and let the oil do its work! Her thumb slipped off of the oiled bone easily, adding more ticklish sensations along the way! Tim screamed in anguish! Of course Natalie repeated the motion a few times!
I was so caught up in it all—-I felt like I was having an out of body experience! I just couldn’t stop tickling my poor overworked friend!
I performed the sliding thumb trick, and then also plucked at his tender bones like I was seeing Natalie do…
“AH GAAHA! OOOWeeeee!!! “ Tim was a panting mess! He looked dazed, confused…He needed someone to know how badly we were tickling him and no one was paying attention! The boy locked onto James’ face and pleaded. “P-Pl-OH Ga…Plea—Ahhhhhrg!”
James looked at him and smirked!
“There’s nothing you can do! They’re gonna wreck your hips!” James stated. “And then I’m gonna get your ribs!”
Now after hearing his fate, Tim yelped in ticklish agony!
Natalie looked at me. "You did really good!” She grinned. “But I wanna to see this guy melt down…”
I moved away and let the dark haired girl slide back onto the saddle!
She got both hands on the guy’s hips and started tickling like crazy!
She used all the moves—massaging, vibrating, squeezing the slippery prominent points! Tim wailed in an agony borne of an incredible duration of tickle time—There was no way to describe the vocalization except that it had to have come from every pore of his tickle tortured body!
The intensity was just too much for the boy! His body responded with a sort of massive internal writhing —internal because he was held down and stretched too much to actually move much at all! But the tiny bit his boy COULD manage—Those few millimeters at best—Seemed to create this shudder or shiver that came from deep inside! At this point, his poor tortured body was not his own but belonged to his tickler’s fingers that were latched onto his hips! Her fingers were holding his pelvic bones steady as she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive flesh all around and covering the bones themselves! Tim really was just a helpless tickle toy in the girl’s grip, and she wasn’t letting up!
I realized what was going on! That internal writhing was his pitiful attempt at dislodging Natalie’s fingers from his hot spots! Tim needed the onslaught of ticklishness to end, his body just HAD to dislodge those fingers! His voice had gone silent, his eyes glazing over from the relentless sensations that wouldn’t stop…He couldn’t laugh, he couldn’t form a word…His eyes were open, totally unable to focus…His only response was the involuntary ‘jolt’ from his inner core! But it wasn’t enough!
Natalie just kept going—Her fingers still strong, her eyes bright! She wanted to see more of the tickled out boy!
Tim’s face began to change as he began to surrender himself to his tickler! He just made wheezing noises from his mouth as he gulped air to give himself more fuel for the helpless responses. He tried to raise his head to see his teaser, but could barely manage two seconds of that activity! He pressed the side of his face against his outstretched bicep and looked at anyone in sight!
No one said anything to disrupt this moment—-It was his beginning of his meltdown from all the tickling he had endured so far!
Natalie shifted her hands slightly so that all her fingers became stiff and acted as a unit to give my friend one last intense tickling motion in his hip pocket areas!
Then we saw it! Tim’s face transformed into this helpless look of what could only be described as total ADORABILITY….A combination of cuteness and surrendering…Almost crying but only a bit of moisture in the corners of his eyes! And those EYES! His eyes wide and pleading with the new innocence of a boy who’d never EVER been tickled this way in his life…Who found himself overwhelmed in the tidal wave of ticklishness that his tickler started ages ago with barely there grazes on his tummy! The boy was panting in a raspy way, his mind and body still reeling from the sensations that Natalie, Amy and I had provided!
The adorable melt down face was so….Endearing…My inner self was warmed by the sight and significance of it…And as his face began to return to normal….My inner self hated to see that look go away!
The dark haired tickler slowed her fingers, but still relished her subject as he lay there trying to gather his thoughts…
Tim’s face was still with a sweet countenance that Natalie loved…She let him come down to earth a bit….
Then she plied him with the usual questions..
“How was our tickling? How did you feel during all that?”
“OMG!” Tim babbled. “I couldn’t THINK! I could barely SEE!”
I -Uh—-Jeesus…” He panted lightly…” That’s so unfair…I can’t believe how …” He paused.
Natalie smiled “What?” Obviously wanting his entire answer!
Tim continued..”I —I can’t believe …” He swallowed. “How fucking ticklish I was!”
Natalie stroked the side of his head. “Yeah….SO, SO ticklish…” She smiled “Just like all boys…” It was quiet in the room.
“You’re still ticklish…”. Natalie’s said. “And now we have to do one last spot….”
Still recovering from his meltdown phase, The boy realized he was still being held down! And that they were’t finished with him yet!!!!
I smiled inwardly…It must be real hell to realize your tickling isn’t finished!
As Natalie adjusted her position, D popped the oil open! The sound of that oil bottle opening had become a real triggering sound for my poor helpless friend!
Tim wailed in sorrowful anguish! Then blurted in a semi whining tone..
“Aww…FUCK no!”
Daryl dribbled the substance all over the boy’s upper body, making sure there were little pools of coconut oil in every little hollow of his upper abdomen. Then he backed out of the way to watch the show!
"Thanks, D!” Natalie grinned.
The dark haired girl spread her fingers out and slide her hands from the boy’s tummy up and over the ribs…In front at first, massaging the oil all over, but concentrating on the bony edges of the inverted V of Tim’s ribcage! Her thumbs along that upside down line made my friend squirm and kind of lightly cough!
“Oh yeahhh…” Natalie murmured…smiling. “I’m glad I decided to try this spot…”
I cringed inside, and the back of my neck tingled in awe and internal sympathy for Tim. The expert tickler had evidently found a new and different spot to tease, and my buddy was her research project!
His giggly laughter began anew as she rubbed and vibrated and plucked and teased the long sections of thinly covered rib bones…
James added his comment. “Damn! You’re ticklish there?” The rib tickler laughed. “I’ve NEVER seen a guy ticklish like that!”
I am sure what bit of James’ words were heard and processed by Tim just added to his state of mental anguish! More noises came from the subject, and Natalie kept exploring the front of his cage….
Until she slid to the farthest edge of my friend’s sides! The girl squeezed his soft flanks a few times to ‘wake him up’ and then placed her fingers on the ribs on the sides of his torso…
Natalie began her usual studious search..her fingers probing between each rib, wiggling his flesh and bones! Because of his immobility, it was easy to stay in place and feel his internal responses as her fingers sought out his ticklishness..and his body betrayed him yet again!
The looks on my friend’s face as he felt the girl’s exploring fingers finding new areas of sensitivity, his now small gurgles of laughter becoming harder, deeper….
She found the middle to lowest third of his rib ladder to be a choice location for good responses! It would only be a matter of time before she would get to those….
My friend was starting another round of gasping noises and some laughter as the dark haired girl continued her methodical exploration of his torso! She inched higher along his sides, until she reached what even I know is a prime spot for great reactions!
Ever the tickle scientist, the dark haired girl had gone along with minimal reaction until she discovered Tim’s high rib area!
Once her fingers probed there, Tim was obviously stricken by the sudden increase and degree of new ticklishness!
His body gave him no warning! As soon as the expert torturer found her mark, Tim bleated out peals of ticklish laughter! His eyes and face filled with SHOCK again with the panicked look of a person tickled who had no idea that the spot just attacked was so very very sensitive!
But Natalie KNEW! In fact, I think her fingers pressing into the boy’s high ribs felt his responses even before HE did! The girl smiled that ‘knowing’ smile..Not of meanness, but of recognition as she could tell her fingers were sending tickling shock waves deep into his core! Tim’s eyes bugged out and rolled back as the overwhelming tickling sensations bore into him and his helpless boy brain!
As an observer, it was glorious to see how such little actual contact with Tim’s body could produce such absolute mayhem! He screamed out in bouts of ticklish agony, his head bucking up and toward his chest, toward Natalie—-As if being closer to her would reduce his ticklish misery or bring out more sympathy for his plight!
The only thing that saved my friend was that sweet Natalie, after an afternoon of relentless tickle torturing, appeared to be slightly tiring!
Not her mind or body but her deft fingers and arms! She moved her fingers back down along his sides. The girl gave his lower ribs some tickles, her fingers clutching the sides and back edges of the bones as her thumbs wiggled into the front! Tim’s still laughed and yelped in distress, but I could tell it was a difference from just a few minutes before!
Like the perfect teammate that he was, James sensed his friend’s fatigue!
“May I have a go?” The rib specialist asked her.
“Sure…” Natalie said, and very willingly slid to the side.
James moved over and I thought he would straddle the boy’s narrow hips, then exhibit power and authority over Tim by staying upright and towering over him! Actually, the Rib Man was tall enough that he KNELT with a knee on either side of the tickle toy! Then he leaned over and brought his head VERY close the boy’s face and ears!
Jeeeze..! I nearly passed out from the image of seeing the James in THAT position on Tim—Not upright, but kneeling over the immobilized tickle toy and having his chin and face near the boy’s shoulder! Being so CLOSE to the helpless subject’s pitiful face was an incredibly powerful move! James had already taunted and teased my friend and proven his psychological power over him! Now the rib tickler could get ‘right in his face’ and ear and tell him things he was gonna do and Tim had NO escape from the verbal torture!!!! It was SO much more powerful than speaking from two to three feet away! Plus, if James still desired, he could look into the boy’s eyes, bore into his ticklish soul, and relish the internal mayhem he would soon be causing with his demonic fingers!
Another amazing thing to me was how once James began getting into position, it seemed that everyone in the room knew to calm down for something really special! My pulse quickened as I remembered the way James had taunted the boy all during the long session! I felt the tension FOR my friend as this VERY experienced guy was about to begin his personal version of tickle torture! I wondered how much different James methods would be? I would soon discover there was no way I could have known how bad it was going to be for my poor ticklish friend!
As James got settled “into the saddle”, I heard some comments from one of the holders.
“Jesus!” One girl said, “I can’t believe Amy gave up her own brother to the Rib Man!”
I cringed inside! THIS was the tickler’s nick name?
Another holder girl chuckled. “But he DID steal her diary!”
Daryl dribbled more oil on the boy’s chest and abdomen, so it would run over to his sides for James.
“Thanks, D!” James smiled.
James slid his hands over the boy’s torso, making sure to get his own fingers well lubricated and spread to oil to Tim’s sides! The slow, methodical way the rib man slathered my friend’s ribs was just another well planned step in his checklist for pure tickle torture!
Tim whimpered a bit…James smiled with a devious curl to his lips!
“Are you ready to cry?” Smirked James! His tone was not ‘mean’ or taunting!
At this point, it sounded like the most natural, rhetorical question on earth! Rather neutral, when you really thought about what was to come! But his neutral words drove deep into Tim’s heart and mind like a white hot sword!
James’ simple comment about a boy crying from tickling turned my friend into a hysterical mess!
“OhFuck!OHFUCK!OHFUCK!” Tim’s extreme stress at the anticipation of what this obviously talented tickler was going to do sent his mind reeling and his mouth to its limits! My poor friend! I just KNEW how bad it was going to be! And so did he!
Before Tim could even digest the question, James had settled his long, strong fingers into the grooves of the boy’ lowest section of his rib cage! There was minimal probing—James seemed to instinctively KNOW the boy’s hot spots on his ribs! Strong fingers dug in and began vibrating the tickle boy’s helpless rib cage at the last 3-4 rungs of the ladder of bones!
All the tension from the buildup to James actions was released when I finally saw his pure tickling prowess in motion! This is when great positioning and immobility become so significant!
My friend SHRIEKED to the heavens as those tickling fingers immediately took control of him…And I mean took control of him body and SOUL!
The sudden and deep onset of intense tickling overwhelmed him like an avalanche falling on one single skier from 1000 feet up!
“How is a GUY so ticklish?” James smirked, a smile on his lips as he held his face so close to his subject! “You must have never had your ribs massaged before!”
After the initial shrieking, my friend began a frenzied bout of deep laughter!
The difference between Natalie and James was very stark! Natalie was interested in tickling a boy to levels of ticklish that he had never experienced before—To levels the boy never even REALIZED he had! But, as much as she tickled the boy to absolute torturous levels, it was done more or less for a ‘higher purpose’ than mere tickling!
Natalie THOROUGHLY enjoyed tickling and all the ranges of emotions and responses it could bring, especially the end result when the boy was tickled to absolute bits! When he had no ticklishness left to hide! But her reasons were for mutual enlightenment!!! She wanted (her group and his friends) to see the boy at his MOST vulnerable state of maximum ticklishness! Along with that, she desired to bring out the boy’s own hidden awareness of how vulnerable and sensitive he really was to the tickling sensations! Most boys keep those feelings hidden, and are embarrassed by their own natural vulnerability! Natalie yearned to use her prowess to show the boy the undeniable levels of maximum ticklishness that could be achieved, and to relieve them of the pressure of embarrassment and hiding of those feelings!
James, on the other hand, went after the boy’s ribs with a true vengeance! It seemed like the Rib Man must have endured being tickled before, sometime earlier in his life…To the same absolute torture levels! Maybe that’s why now it seemed he was now trying to recreate the same level of horrific tickling upon the helpless toy stretched out and immobilized before him! James wasn’t about methodical searching for a boy’s various hot spots! He was a specialist and concentrated all his energy on a boy’s rib cage! Like Natalie, James was a true tickle torturer! They both loved driving the sensations into the body and mind of the tickle toy of the day! The difference was Natalie was seeking a profoundly tickled boy’s understanding and enlightenment! James just wanted the boy totally wrecked…Physically and mentally!
James quickly and efficiently found the most vulnerable and sensitive grooves on the boy’s ribs bones! His hands appeared stronger than Natalie‘s and even more tireless.. his latching on to the sensitive spots was more like a clamping motion, and once in his vice-like grip, he just vibrated his fingers into those grooves! His method would vibrate both ribs on each side of a groove at the same time, multiplying the ticklish sensations astronomically! Those sensations exploded inside the boy’s torso like bolts of lightning crackling back and forth from one side of ribs to the other!!! The boy had already shown expressions of shock and awe and shrieks and screams of ticklish agony under Natalie‘s expert fingers! Under James talented digits, the toy experienced even higher levels of true and profound tickle torture!
Now that he was securely clamped on, the tickling was in earnest! With James’ fingers spurring him on, Tim was absolutely beside himself! His eyes were bugged out and wild, his face with a look of pure ticklish terror! To me, his face was showing the real fear of not just how BADLY the tickling was but the NOT KNOWING when or IF it was going to end! That is the real dilemma for the subject of a profound tickling! The incredible intensity of the tickling sensations just continued like a never ending tidal wave !
James KNEW what the tickled boy’s biggest fear was…and reinforced it with some absolutely torturous words!
“I’m just gonna carry on and on!” The rib man warned, smiling with glee! Knowing he was in full control, James added, “Try and stop me!”
Seeing the helpless anguish on my friend’s face again made me feel some sympathy for him.
But then, I watched Tim’s face! His expressions melted into that blend of frenzy—He was FRANTIC that the tickling would never end, but also mixed with vulnerability—The realization that he was MUCH MUCH more ticklish than he ever really KNEW! That look of recognition on his face was also working into his eyes! My human nature got the best of me and I realized I really DID want to see my friend tickled to absolute BITS— To the depths of his very core!
And James, the Rib Man as he was called, never disappoints! He was like a machine, clamped on and vibrating that vulnerable rib cage of his now screaming, laughing and blubbering play thing! And of course, James wasn’t content to just tickle the boys body! He had his own version of mental torments to unleash upon poor Tim!
My friend made some little noise while barely shifting his hips in some involuntary attempt at escape! James noticed it immediately….
“Oh, he’s trying to stop me!” The tickle torturer called out for the crowd!
Then James got close to his subject’s face again.
Hmmfff…” The rib man huffed. “You’re so weak…”
My friend whimpered in anguish!
Of course, Tim couldn’t answer! He was too busy with his uncontrollable gibberish mixed with laughter mixed with wails of anguish. Those wails were sounds of sorrow from the depth of his core!
Then James’ arms tensed a bit more as he readied his wiry muscles—And he added MORE tickling pressure into the boy’s ultra sensitive rib grooves! The mournful wailing turned into shrieks of high pitched laughter!
Hearing the newest uptick in pitch, James knew he’d pushed the boy to another, even higher level of ticklish agony!
“Tell me when you’ve had enough!” Said the rib master!
The look on Tim’s face was one of desperation! He could barely catch enough air to breathe in between the waves of tickles—How could he even SAY when he’s had enough?!?
My GOD, James was intent on drawing out EVERY ounce of ticklishness from the helpless boy!
Tim’s body began to shake and shudder, no where near able to break loose from the tickler’s strong fingers!
James bore in and tickled some more…and more….and then leaned over and murmured in Tim’s ear…
“You ready to cry for me?” The rib man said, his lips plain and unfeeling…Tim’s eyes had a look of sorrowful understanding!
OMG! I thought to myself! Crying! THAT was going to be the signal for when my poor tickle tortured friend has had enough! To send him to THAT degree of mental anguish WAS going to strip him bare of all his male secrets!
James obviously RELISHED the thought of totally embarrassing the tickled boy in front of his friends! To expose my friend’s ticklishness for all to see! It was as if that surrender would give James’ the boy’s soul!
That was all true…But I realized that even as an observer, as part of the larger group, Tim would also be giving up a bit of his soul to ME! And I yearned for it as well!
I found myself totally absorbed by this scenario! I DESIRED to see his helpless vulnerability! I truly WANTED to see my friend tickled to his very core!
My friend’s body attempted a near ‘out of body experience’ of writhing and twisting! An involuntary JOLT to try to dislodge those fingers! Tim tried but couldn’t move enough! He involuntarily reared his head up a bit before one of the girls held it back down!
“Whoah buddy!” She pressed him down with a hand on his forehead!
“You almost got James in the face!”
Tim had the look of a wild animal! He was panting and gasping in coarse sounds of overworked breath! His eyes were wide and losing their focus! His saliva drooling at the corners of his mouth! It was actually so much it looked like it might turn to foam!
James DIDN’T LET UP! He made eye contact with his frenzied toy and squeezed into his helpless cage of bones again!
The boy shivered in another attempt at a whole body JOLT!
But he couldn’t dislodge those torturous fingers of James!
Noises like I’d never heard spewed from his mouth!
Sharp sounds like “EEEEE!” And “EEEEHEE. HEE!” Snorting…
Incoherent gurgles and babbling nonsense…He was reaching his maximal heights of ticklishness!
Then came the start of silent laughter…His face contorted with the anguish that every tickled person has to endure….His eyes open and wide, looking at James, at the holder girls, at his sister Amy..at Natalie…
His whole body was held still except for the tiny little movements of his feet and hands…those hands and feet were flapping to relieve some of the terrific ticklish ‘pressure’…..
Amy told the girls on his legs to hold his feet still—And they did so!
The sweet faced, dark haired tickler had slid up and was right beside him! Natalie grasped Tim’s left hand as AMY’s did the other…Amy looked down at her brother’s face. His hands were now being held still…Lovingly….But firmly! Now he had NO outlet left….His breathing was irregular and his eyes looking more glazed over…so confused…..
James leaned close, his eye’s meeting the tortured boy’s…Then James brought his lips close to the boy’s ear and murmured,
“C’Mon…Let’s have it…”
A small little noise….barely audible.…I couldn’t tell….Was my friend trying to say ‘yes’….?
Then whimpering ….GOD! My friend’s eyes were melting from the afternoon of ticklish delights and torments! The look of frenzy, hysteria and then ….Pleading….His mouth open but silent, saliva drooling from his mouth, his head held steady by the girls…Another whimper…
Natalie, still holding one of his hands, used her other to stroke his damp hair….
With her most comforting voice, Natalie cooed, “Awwww…There you go….You’re soooo sweet…” More stroking of his hair….
The dark haired girl continued…”C’Mon now…Let it go….Be good for us….”
One last small but high pitched whimper….. and Tim sobbed…..Lightly…But definitely a sob… Tears welled up and spilled out of the sides of his eyes!
My friend had the similar expression that we’d seen earlier….That ‘meltdown’ look….But this time it was much more fulfilling…His eyes were pleading for mercy, but now with a deep and profound innocence! The innocence from a true and thorough baring of his soul! An expression offered up in his complete and total surrender…A look that now I know the group loves…
Natalie mumbled, “There, there….” Stroking his hair…. “Sweet boy….”
“That’s it baby brother…” Amy murmured. Her emotions had transformed back from sisterly revenge to sisterly compassion. “It’s all right…” She added.
The girls who had held his head and mouth breathed, “Yeah…We’re all finished…”
I sighed in contentment from experiencing this last transformation…Where the group, but especially my friend’ s main ticklers….Had gone from innocent bystanders to becoming serious and intense ticklers….And now back again to their regular compassionate selves!
My friend just continued sobbing and whimpering for a bit…Releasing all the tension from holding his ticklishness inside….Now all the group could enjoy his new self awareness….
Sometime during this last phase, James had been reduced his pressure….To allow the boy to fully experience the reward of his relentlessly tormented body coming back to normal.
The girl holding his forehead had long since released him…
Tim slowly lolled his head side to side, looking at his teasers….
They covered him with a blanket until he felt like slipping his shirt back on, but he needed help to do so….and still he stayed on the floor, recovering his vision and his wits about him…
Natalie, ever the tickle science girl, asked him some questions…
She smiled at him and touched his head. “So what was it like…being tickled like that?”
“Gaaaawd…” The boy groaned. “It was torture!”
“Awwww,” Grinned the dark haired girl. “But you handled it okay…”
“You made me insane!” My friend said! “And you made me cry!”
“Now…We didn’t make you cry…” Both Natalie and Amy spoke at the same time! “That was James! He’s a super torturer!”
“Yeah but you put him UP to it!” Tim stated. “My own SISTER!”
“You did steal my diary and wouldn’t give it back!” Amy laughed.
“I guess you learned your lesson!”
“Fuuuuuck…” Groaned Tim. “I’ll never do that again!”
“That’s smart!” I chimed in!
“Yeah?” Tim said…”And you helped them! Some friend!”
“I couldn’t stop that group!” I chuckled! They were after your soul!”
“Yeah,,,and we GOT it!” Grinned Natalie! “And we all learned some things along the way!”
“I learned I’m more ticklish than I ever thought possible!” Tim stated. “And I hate coconut oil!”
Natalie replied, “You and every other boy we’ve ever tickled to bits!”
Amy affirmed…”Yeah we pretty much get them all to admit their ticklishness by the end! Especially to themselves!”
“You two are—“ Tim started then changed his mind on his words….”Too much!”
“Especially with James helping!” Natalie smiled.
“What about you?” Amy smiled at me. “You had a good time!”
Natalie added, “Yeah what did you think? You looked shocked at first!”
“I learned that I kind of… enjoy tickling…” I said. I think I blushed…then I added. “I kind of REAALLY enjoy tickling!”
Amy said, “We could tell! You really liked tickling my brother!”
“Yeah….” I was torn over tickle torturing my friend.
“You did great!” Both Natalie and Amy complimented.
Amy said “Yeah, no need for embarrassment over tickling someone!”
Natalie smiled. “And you really helped him out! He showed everyone his ticklishness…and now he won’t have to feel embarrassed about it!”
“Its sounds so nice when you say it that way!” I joked about them transforming tickle torture into a valuable self awareness event!
“It IS!” Natalie replied. “Its a terrible burden to hide such things!”
Amy smiled. “And we just love helping out the ticklish boys!”
I just shook my head! I knew I had a great experience and a personal transformation!
Tim groaned one last time before getting up to leave.
