A different shrieking handsome youth. But the very same bench. The same room. Only now - a different boy. Curt. Now it would be him.
He struggled now even more, in a futile attempt to ward off the inevitable, with an awful sinking feeling of doom in the pit of his stomach.
Knowing full well what was going to happen once he was strapped to that bench, Curt's resistance exploded in a burst of violent struggling and had to be dragged and then carried to the bench while he yelled "F.U.C.K F.U.C.K NO NO NO DON'T DO THIS SHIT F.U.C.K F.U.C.K NOOOOOOO!!!!"
It took six of them plus the Big Sam.o.a.n to force him onto the bench, cuff his arms and wrists to the leather sleeves bolted to the bench, tying rope to each through the hooks on each of the wrist cuffs that were attached to the rings on each of the high posts at the end of the bench that was raised up.
His body violently twisted and buckled this way and that in desperation knowing that once he was tied the tickle torment would begin. Curt knew it wouldn't just be a few seconds - it would be like the edging and c.o.c.k polishing and everything else. Long. Very long. As long as they wanted and what they wanted was for him to suffer a very long time. No Alpha male defense would last more than a second or two under a concentrated, prolonged tickle attack. Yes, he would regain that straight boy Alpha Male defense through sheer bravado but after he realized the tickle torture would never end it would dissolve into panic and hysterical laughter and begging.
He had learned one lesson from their endless unbearable c.o.c.k edging and torments done to him earlier. He knew they would never stop. He knew it. And they knew it only added to the growing terror Curt now felt and was unable to fight off. And they also knew once they started on him, they would show Curt a whole new level of torment he had never experienced before - but would be forced to endure.
"NO F.U.C.KIN WAY!!!! NOOOO!!!!! OH SHIT...OH SHIT...NOOOOOOO!!!" he cried out in anger and in pure panic desperation.
They pulled tight on both, raising Curt's arms up again in a raised position - and tied the rope tight, though giving his arms some lee-way of movement. The terror would be increased for Curt - and the e.r.o.t.i.cism rose dramatically for his tormentors and audience by tearing or removing his clothes and shoes to get at the parts of his body to tickle. A huge video screen showing more of that hitchhiker's tickle torture was hanging right in front of him - near where his feet would be trapped.
Curt, struggling violently knowing what would happen was now just seconds away, yelled and under his breath - not for his tormentors to hear (but their mikes picked up even the slightest voice) Curt facing sheer terror whimpered "oh god I'll die..oooh shit" in almost a little boy cry. His handsome face for a brief second showed the sheer terror he felt and was trying to suppress. He tried to cover it up by more yelling. But he was terrified. Even tied down, fully restrained and helpless, Curt still struggled desperately in a hopeless attempt to break free.
For Curt, fighting back was the only way that would stop him from dissolving into a sheer panic attack. He was a star college athlete, a guy who other guys wanted to be and who could have any girl he wanted and nailed one or more every other day. Until now. He couldn't let these freaks bring him down like this - crying and begging. He had to face it like a man a part of his brain kept repeating. Man up. Racing through his mind to crumple totally any thought his defenses to withstand the assault would work was knowing that he had no defense at all when it came to tickle torture, other than the weight of his Alpha Male college athlete frat boy personality that before could dominate any group. A simple command voice of "NO!" would stop anyone before.
But not now - not ever again for Curt could he command others with his Alpha Male persona or a command of "no!!!".
Ignoring him completely, four other guys opened the pillory for Curt's struggling feet and his wildly squirming curled toes that would hold them in place for his tormentors to do whatever they wished. Though still struggling violently like a wild animal, once secured in that pillory, there was no way Curt - or any victim - could prevent any part of his feet or toes from being attacked and abused. He tried to kick at them, but they easily placed his feet through the two cushioned openings, and then closed it, locking it tight.
There was absolutely no escape for Curt.
Fully restrained now and his body completely open to tickle torture, the reaction on Curt's face was priceless to his tormentors who saw his beautiful long lashed green eyes wide with undisguised panic and horror. They let him soak in the reality of his helpless situation for a long while, though they gave him the impression that he was within moments of being assaulted with unbearable tickling. They loved seeing his handsome face unable to hide the sheer terror he felt now that he was locked down completely helpless with every part of his chiseled muscled n.a.k.e.d body exposed .He let out a boyish whimper "oh god no oh god" as he struggled again and again wildly working up more sweat that gave off a sheen to his ripped body that his tormentors thought accented his beauty and s.e.xiness even more.
"Hey Curt, your s.e.xy bod is f.u.c.kin laid out and ready for us," one of his tormentors said, close to his ear, inhaling the scent as he nibbled it, causing the boy you gasp and yell out a string of more obscenities. "And we can do anything we want...but today...all day and night in fact, you will be f.u.c.kin tickle torture everywhere. Everywhere."
That sparked another round of Curt struggling violently to break free as his tormentors laughed and gathered around him. A finger here and there just brushing the hairs of his pits that caused a tremor and then a burst of near wild animal-like struggling by Curt to break free. He almost hyper-ventilated thinking that the tickle torture was starting. It wasn't - not yet. But the sensations caused his body to shiver and react to the touching the bordered on tickling. A couple of seemingly stray fingers brushing his soles of his sock covered feet, moving slowly up and down like a live wire of electricity.
"Please...no....no....you need to stop pooh shit please," he pleaded with them in a strangled voice, panting heavily as he fought off reacting to the sensations of the fingers touching him.
At that moment to his tormentors, Curt, though he tried to hide it, looked like a little boy lost and frightened ready to cry for his mommy, rather the 22 year old handsome straight c.o.c.ky Alpha male who was always in control. They would make him - especially this boy - suffer terribly for being so arrogant and c.o.c.ky whether or not he was "guilty" of those "crimes". It served their purposes - and that of their paying viewing wealthy audience - to assign those things on their abducted boys. More often than not it scored true with their furious straight boy captives playing the role to the hilt even if they didn't realize it was a performance.
Curt knew none of that other than the awful reality that the horror of tickle torture would soon be done to his helpless splayed out body with feet, toes, torso, his junk and lower and upper legs completely exposed.
Fingers lightly ran up and down the soles of his sock covered feet as Curt's entire body trembled from the near ticklish sensation. The boy gasped and his body shook in anticipation of all out tickling of his feet - one of his most ticklish spots.
He held back a loud sob of anguish as the fingers continued running up and down causing Curt to gasp out "Oh GOD NOOOO!!!!"
After 20 agonizing minutes, they very slowly pulled off his socks - sweat soak and smelly - off slowly, as he gasped and threatened them, ordered them and then begged them not to proceed further.
They didn't bother to unhook his ankle cuffs - there was enough "give" but they did decide to tie each of his toes to the pillory, to provide easy access between his toes and restrain his feet further - feet that they hoped would be one of his most ticklish spots.
Curt had never been tied up or restrained until his abduction which heightened enormously his anxiety level that was wracked by waves of intense fear and terror. And while there were a few brief instances of being tickled by friends that lasted maybe a few seconds - and he could and did break free immediately that put a stop to it. So it was never prolonged and never something he couldn't control.
Until now.
"NOOOO NOOOOOO don't....no.....I can't stand...tickling...please...f.u.c.k this noooo..." he yelled "don't f.u.c.kin do this!!!!! No!!!!!"
He knew he was helpless and exposed in a way he had never been before.
"Can't..can't do this..." Curt yelled in what he hoped was a strong command voice that would somehow make his tormentors obey him.
One of them just stared back and smiled, raising both his hands in a claw like way and moved his fingers as if to tickle his pits as Curt panicked and buckled up and down like a wild animal. He laughed as the other laughed watching the enraged then anguished expression of their helpless victim. Curt tried to not react and cover his sheer growing panic with pure rage, which he also did feel.
But Curt knew how terrible this would be for him once it began - because once it began there would be no end to it. That much he now knew after being subjected to their abuse. They operated on no safe words, no mercy - and if they allowed any rest period or stopped tickling a particular area of a guy's body, it was only because the reactions weren't as intense. Allowing some rest or moving to a different part of their victim's body allowed for the area to be attacked again with the full intensity as before. Whether edging, c.o.c.k polishing or post o.r.g.a.s.m stroking. Now tickle torture. His body shook and trembled involuntarily though he hid it from his tormentors. He glared at them enraged and wanting to kill them all.
While there were 30 of them - they also knew there was the sheer terror of a gang tickle torture - and the terror of one person at a time torturing their victim. They knew too many tickling hands and fingers for too long would send their victims to overload and sometimes zone out. They would do the gang tickling - backing off before that happened. They wanted their victims - especially Curt - to feel every finger, hand, tongue, feather, comb bristle and other implements they would use to make him laugh hysterically - without mercy and without any safe words to stop.
They knew his hairy armpits and smooth muscle plated torso were ticklish - from their experience with him in the van. But they would start first on his feet - the spot where most people were most ticklish. If he was - and they hoped he was - they would concentrate their time there and wipe any conceit or c.o.c.kiness that remained in the boy. They were all experienced ticklers - but feet were something special. They would show him no mercy.
Jesse especially wanted to dig his fingers into Curt - especially his hairy sweaty armpits. He wanted to suck and tickle the shit out of his feet and toes. He was dizzy almost from the anticipation of making this Adonis shriek and scream.
"So Curt, you injured our friend here when you resisted..." Jesse whispered into his ear, tonguing it.
"F.U.C.K!!! I'M F.U.C.KIN SORRY FOR DOING THAT..OKAY???!!!! F.U.C.K - DON'T DO THIS...DON'T DO THIS!!!!," Curt yelled showing desperation and fear, though he tried to hide both.
"Well saying sorry now doesn't help much, does Curt, seeing that we had to strip you n.a.k.e.d and get you in position without your help. So to compensate for your bad manners, we have allocated one full day just for Santini. That's his name by the way...to spend with you any way he pleases. He gets you tomorrow! Unfortunately for you Curt. What pleases him is to tickle the shit out of you. He's pretty bad with boys like you. Almost made one guy commit suicide and that was only three short hours into his daylong session with Santini. I hope you will be stronger for him" Jesse said.
Curt's tear filled eyes widened in sheer panic hearing Jesse, though he desperately tried to not listen to Jesse and shake out the fear overwhelming him now.
"This is f.u.c.k.e.d up man...f.u.c.kin sick..please...don't do this...." Curt said quietly, in an urgent pleading, yet manly voice.
"But now for the business at hand Curt, we know from before that you are ticklish under your armpits and stomach. And believe me; we will get to those areas for a nice long session that I am sure you are looking forward to. And of course your legendary c.o.c.k and balls - we definitely won't forget your junk! You'll go nuts...pardon my expression, when we tickle the shit out of your d.i.c.k and balls, your tight asshole. Yeah, all s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spots. I'd hate to be you right now Curt.. But we were wondering...how about your feet? Hmmmm? Ticklish there?" Jesse said
"Oh God don't do this....don't....." Curt pleaded - his body taunt.
"Oh you have no choice. Its gonna happen. We want to really tickle the shit out of you, so we've allocated - just for you - the entire four days, after of course Santini's day with you. You might be totally f.u.c.k.e.d up because of that but we'll see. After that, maybe a week or two if you still like this shit - yeah, keep laughing and we'll keep on tickling the shit out of you - we wanna make you happy. Yeah...the entire f.u.c.kin two weeks just to tickle the shit out of you. Tied up...and there's nothing you can say or do to stop us..." Jesse said, moving his fingers in a feathery touch toward Curt's sweaty damp armpits.
"Oh Jesus....noooooo" Curt whispered almost to himself, summoning all of his Alpha Male bravado to stem the huge wave of hysteria and terror of the impending tickle torture. A week. And a full day just with the guy he injured. They certainly would show him no mercy - they never did and now he faced imminent endless tickle torture
"Oh..I forgot to mention, stupid of me. But you should know how popular you are with our viewing paying audience of faggots and perverts who really want to f.u.c.kin torment your body. Anyway, you've been rented out to a consortium of ultimate sick tickle sadists...for a month...Lucky for you they want to tickle the shit out of you to the very edge every day for a month! Couple of those masters just like s.u.c.k.i.n.g toes and tickling feet. All f.u.c.kin day. Yeah. And the group includes a group of bitchy women who are masters in tickle torture of males. Big and I might say ugly as sin, but they love tickling a handsome guy like you almost to death because it reminds them of getting revenge on all those high school and college jocks and frat boys who ignored them, or dumped them or took advantage of them. I'm sure you are guilty as charged. Yeah, these women are unmerciful and they wanted a whole day to teach you a long lesson. I almost feel sorry for you dude! Then we get you back for more mundane adventures like getting royally gang f.u.c.k.e.d!!!," Jesse said, biting Curt's ear lobe, "unless of course you don't show any reaction to being tickled....well in that case they wouldn't want you - maybe Santini wouldn't either...so my advice is...don't f.u.c.kin laugh!"
"THIS IS F.U.C.K.E.D UP!!!! YOU SICK F.U.C.K!!!!" Curt yelled partly in pure rage of what was happening to him - and would happen - but in terror. A month of tickle torture by a group of sadists who loved just to do that to him???? Oh god!!!
"That consortium is flying in f.u.c.kin tickle torture sadists, experts really, from all over the world Curt...just for you. Everyone wants to tickle the shit out of you my friend..."
"Oh god...." Curt said in a whisper. He was truly f.u.c.k.e.d he thought. "Oh god...."
Curt's eyes widened in sheer horror as he saw two of the guys go to the end of the bench on the other side of the pillory that held his feet and toes.
"NO!!!!! NO!!!!! OH JESUS...SHIT...GET THE F.U.C.K AWAY!!!" he yelled in a mix of rising panic and rage, his body thrashing in an almost frenzied attempt to break away, banging his head over and over against the heavy wood headboard. To his tormentors it looked as if the poor Alpha Male straight boy was trying a desperate attempt to escape his horror by knocking himself out.
"Oooh Curt. You're bumping your pretty head there! Can't have you get hurt while you're just having a nice laugh with us, huh?" Jesse said, patting his cheek as if he was a little boy.
For a second Curt's steel resolve crumbled - as it would many times during his roller coaster ride of defiance, panic and terror. But now, knowing that the unending tickle torture would begin any second, Curt's beautiful long lashed eyes were saucer big showing his hysteria and panic.
His reedy masculine frat boy voice now quivering with almost little boy begging "Look...please..man....don't do this...I'm can't stand it man...I'll do anything...please...please..."
Two of the guys quickly tightened the restraints of Curt's body, making it impossible for him now to hit his head against the headboard. But he had enough movement of freedom to thrash around, one of them patting him on the head, touching his hair in a mock comforting gesture. They had looked forward to this moment of putting this arrogant c.o.c.ky straight boy in his place.
"Bro...dude..please...don't f.u.c.kin do this..." Curt murmured knowing it was futile but desperate.
One of others smiled evilly at the boy, patting his cheek, and then bent over and lightly s.u.c.k.e.d and nibbled on his left n.i.p.p.l.e as Curt gasped, inhaling the pungent boyish sweat of his muscled pecs and exposed hairy armpits. Now even more restrained and totally helpless, Curt somehow scrapped together some resistance again in a final burst of Alpha Male straight boy bravado. He hated his tormentors even more. He glared angrily back them with pure hatred and tight lipped defiance.
"DO IT F.U.C.KERS!!!" he suddenly yelled at them in a burst of straight frat jock boy bravado as he stared at the waiting gang of tickle torture freaks. "F.U.C.K ALL OF YOU!!!" Curt spat with as much defiance as he could muster, with his Alpha Male bravado temporarily seizing the moment. But that masculine bravado crumbled fast as they gathered closely around him taunting the defiant straight body.
They laughed and grinned at his outburst. They loved it. They knew - like all the others before him - that such surging bravado and defiance would crumble instantly when fingers danced on the boy's helpless feet, neck, torso, sides, stomach and everywhere else.
Curt's ripped body once again betrayed him - as it would during the tickle torture - with heavy sweat dampening his armpits, crotch and a.s.s crack that showed the intense anxiety he felt and tried to hide.
Even then, despite the overwhelming terror he felt, a small part of Curt's brain tried to convince himself that he could somehow will himself not react - not to feel anything - to simply zone all of this out - as an ultimate defiance to these perverts. But the other side of his brain knew that desperate act would fail. He had absolutely no defense, and he knew it, and worst of all, he knew they knew it.
But though a stray finger here and there would touch his trembling body, the actual tickling hadn't started. Curt was on edge, fearing any moment it would start and never end, especially as a finger would touch his side or stomach for a second or two.
But then nothing.
They waited. Minutes went by. More minutes, and then more.
They knew the anticipation - the waiting - would do much to weaken his resolve and defiance and heighten the anxiety that would contribute to his explosive outburst when the torture began. They couldn't wait to see that transformation to what would surely end up as pathetic futile begging.
As Curt panted, his body taut, his bravado crumbled - as they knew it would - from the horrible anticipation as his tormentors stared just inches away.
Still more minutes passed. Then more.
The waiting, for Curt, added enormously to the tension he felt and set off explosions of sheer panic that the boy found increasingly hard to fight off. His Alpha Male Frat Jock boy resolve would rise and then dissolve even more quickly and harder to maintain his fragile defiance now with his tormentors surrounding him, staring at his n.a.k.e.d body, mocking him, taunting him.
He couldn't let this faggots do this to him Curt thought, closing his eyes for a second to regain control of himself, as his body involuntarily shuddered. F.u.c.k!!!! Man up!!!! he urged himself as he used to do in wrestling matches in his college days. But then, he knew when the matches would begin - and end. Now? He just waited. Helpless. At the mercy of those who would show him absolutely no mercy whatsoever. His body shuddered again.
More minutes passed. And then more.
They oiled up his body, while stray fingers danced lightly on his skin, his sides, in an almost lazy distracted way, as if there was no rhyme or reason to how and where the fingers touched his tanned s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e skin - always just short of outright tickling. That touching caused Curt's body to tremble and stay taut and even more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to touch. The boy tried desperately not to react, but ended him moving this way and that, his body shaking as he whimpered clenching his pearly white perfect teeth.
But the rubbing and touching was deliberate - his tormentors knew exactly what they were doing and why, accentuated by the light feathery touching.
Though the handsome youth tried to not show any reaction, his tormentors were too experienced, too skillful and sadistic, knowing that the light touching everywhere on his writhing body would cause Curt almost unbearable pleasurable sensations - but falling just short of outright tickling. Each finger touched areas that were both erogenous and extreme tickle zones for the boy. He never knew when they would actually start the outright tickle torture, so each touch would send him to the edge of panic, with the touching causing overwhelming unwanted excruciating p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that caused him to gasp, tremble and writhe.
Fingers lightly brushing his hairy muscled calves and t.h.i.g.h as his muscles quivered and his entire body writhe in an unpredictable mix of sheer unbearable p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and near ticklish sensations that brought him to the edge of where tickle torture began. The hairs added to the unbearable sensations - acting as nerve endings almost as fingers brushed back and forth.
Though he tried hard to use will power to ignore what they were doing, that defiance last just nano-seconds as the touching without fail caused Curt to react like a trapped animal. He would gasp, his body twisting this way and that as the fingers lightly touched his sides, pits, neck, torso, t.h.i.g.hs and legs causing electric sensations that were intensely pleasurable but at the edge of being unbearable.
Lightly, dozens and dozens of finger tips feeling to Curt like thousands of insects landing and exploring his undefended helpless body. They dragged finger tips up and down his body, up to his totally exposed hairy pits in an almost but not quite ticklish move, sometimes fingers brushing against his taut 8 pack stomach, nearing his ultra-ticklish belly button, but never drilling into it. Each finger caused a sheer panic reaction to Curt and his writhing body. His sweaty muscled helpless body trembled, twisted and turned in a futile desperate attempt to get away and stop the touching.
"Ooooh shit!!!!" he whispered at the intense feeling that just bordered on tickling, as he tried desperately not to react, though his body twisted and tried to back away from the fingers dancing on his body in involuntary spasms of sheer desperation and reaction.
And it continued. On and on - always short of tickling - but close enough - too close enough for Curt. He felt that he was on the very edge of falling into that black hole of outright tickle torture that was to come. As his mind fought off panic he wondered how he could survive the outright tickle torture if this touching was setting him off so badly.
The fingers danced and brushed just short of outright tickling and then backed away from that edge as his body writhed and his mind went on overload with a confusion of mixed reactions. It kept Curt's body taut and writhing from the sensations - and rocketed his anticipation and anxiety of what was to come.
The waiting.
"OH SHIT..Aaaah..no..Don't do this.....don't oh shit...oh shit noooo...oooh god god..please don't..." Curt, said quietly clenching his teeth his voice sounding tormented as if he was shivering from the cold. It was the feathery touching that drove him to that point.
He didn't realize it before but the buildup to whatever was going to happen to him was becoming to Curt as terrifying as anything he experienced before. He was a man, a strong Alpha Male straight frat jock boy who could face anything and yet his body quivered, his mind kept dissolving into hysteria and panic that he fought to bring back under control and defiance. Come on Curt he told himself over and over as fear swept over his body and mind as his tormentors toyed with him - knowing exactly what they were doing - you can fight this Yu can take this and f.u.c.kin show them. They won't break you.
But his mind and body knew his resistance; his ability to withstand being tickled could be measured only in seconds. He knew that but somehow he had to fight them. Tears flowed from his eyes that he could not control, as his body writhed from the intense touching of his entire body that caused electric sensations just short of tickling. How long could he last just with this? And then be tickle tortured? The feeling of doom of being tickled was like a thick black cloud that now totally enveloped Curt's defiant resolve suffocating it, as more manly tears flowed from his ordeal. He would die from this - from what was to come he thought.
Oh god oh god oh god I'm so f.u.c.k.e.d oh god Curt thought as his mind dissolved in panic, his body trembled. If he could count on the coming ordeal lasting a finite amount of time - 10 minutes, 20 minutes even and hour he could steel himself to that - maybe not entirely - but there was always hope to last it out in some way.
He knew that the tormenting would be non-stop and these freaks, Curt now knew, loved prolonged tormenting. And he remembered that Jesse mentioned "days" of tickle torture. And that month long tickle torture session with that group of tickle sadists. A daylong session with that freak of a guard named Santini. Oh f.u.c.k oh f.u.c.k Oh god oh god Curt thought. How can I survive all that? He wanted to die. Right now. This second, his body trembled and struggled more violently in pure flight mode.
But it was too late. Far too late. His fate was sealed when he stopped at that gas station. He cursed his former neighbor. He caused all of this Curt thought in a burst of rage that dissolved again in trembling fear. He prayed that he would pass out soon, not realizing they would simply revive him and then resume the tickle torture, repeating the process over and over as needed.
His tormentors, feasting on the sight of this incredibly handsome, straight tormented boy, gathered around him, their hot breathes he could feel on his face and skin, always knew how to adjust their touching and taunting to keep their incredibly handsome straight frat jock boy captive right on the edge always. They inhaled his scent of his musky sweat covered muscled body.
As they touched and caused his body to writhe and buckle and bolt uncontrollably, they still marveled at how beautiful he was - how sculptured his body was, almost dizzy with l.u.s.t because his body's reactions to touch was so off the charts. They would show this entitled straight boy absolutely no mercy.
"Oooooh shit...ooooh...oooooh" Curt m.o.a.n.e.d and gasped.
The touching went on and on, always to the edge of outright tickling with sensations so intense. In and out fingers would touch him everywhere that triggered electric pleasurable sensations that collided with almost stinging unbearable ticklish sensations and then back and forth over and over as he gasped, m.o.a.n.e.d, his body going this way and that to escape the intense touching. It was like his muscled sweaty oily body was being touched by the fine ends of hundreds of live electric wires.
The feeling of the finger tips lightly brushing and dancing on his skin, along his sides and stomach and t.h.i.g.hs and legs bordered just to the very edge of e.r.o.t.i.c pleasuring that was unbearable almost over the cliff that was an excruciating unbearable ticklish sensation.
But not over that edge - yet, Soon. Very soon now.
And Curt knew that. Their torturous touching kept him right on the edge of explosion, causing confusion in his mind on what was going to happen as his body tried futilely to escape from this ordeal. But now he had to fight off the wave of sheer panic in his mind and the doom he felt, knowing that the tickle torture of his helpless body would happen any second. He could see them getting into position, with the touching ordeal now over.
They were staring at him, all of them, with maniac hungry grins.
"I'm f.u.c.k.e.d...oh god..." Curt thought his eyes wide with anguish, shaking his fists helplessly that were chained. He knew once the horrible tickling began there would be no end, no stopping the frenzy of the gang of tormentors surrounding his tied up helpless n.a.k.e.d body. Every second mattered to delay the torture that Curt knew he could no longer stop but his mind and body was overwhelmed now by sheer blinding panic to escape like a fish caught and trapped in a net gasping for air with a single minded focus of only survival.
Now the seconds were running out - like that hour glass emptying into the other side completely.
"Oh god....no...don't do this..." Curt whispered in a desperate pleading but still masculine voice, staring at one of the men who was closest to his head.
He could see people moving around him. His body grew taut and covered with goose bumps from the fear and anticipation.
He stared back at them, like he thought a man should - at his tormentors, his teeth clenched but said nothing further. He knew nothing he said would change what would now happen. He had to show them he would take it like a man - like a man he felt they were not.
He could see several guys gathered now near his feet. Curt's body shuddered involuntarily, despite his efforts to show no reaction.
Now it would start.
Before Curt could saying anything further, Justin moved in on Curt's sweat socked feet with his fingers, lightly tickling the soles of his right foot, then his left, back again, and then concentrated on his right as he inhaled the sweaty boyish foot powerful foot stink of this Alpha Male Frat Boy. That Alpha Male defiant façade crumbled instantly, first in shock, his mouth opened wide horror and gasping for breath.
"AAAAHHAHAHAHAH NO!!!!!! NO!!!!!! STOP!!!!! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!!!!!STOP!!!! SOMEBODY!!! PLLLLEEEEEEAAAASEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!" he shrieked in a babble.
Now another one of the guys sat down on stools in front of each imprisoned quivering foot that provided each tormentor with easy and complete access, with lines of men waiting to take their turns to tickle and worship those feet.
They slowly pulled little by little his sweaty socks off, as Curt yelled and screamed for them to stop, exposing his clean size 13 feet, with clipped nails - a perfect set of squirming toes, running fingers up and down the sock covered soles, then dancing fingers on the b.a.r.e soles as the boy shrieked.
To those with feet fetishes, Curt's feet and soles were total perfection, in addition to being, like the rest of his body, extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to any touch at all.
They continued to run fingers and hands over his soles - both feet at once as Curt screamed and then shrieked louder than ever before, laughing hysterically.
"STOOOOPPPPPP YOU FAGGOT STOP STOP AHAHHHHHAHAHAH STOOOP STOPPPP!!!!! STOPP OOOOOOHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHAHHA" he laughed and begged and pleaded, his body twisting as much as it could, his legs shaking his feet trying to desperately pull away.
It was sheer horror and agony to the boy.
"We're not going to stop Curt!!!! Not going to stop!!!!! You can't do anything to stop us!!!!" Justin yelled as he tickled the soles, and then s.u.c.k.e.d each toe on both feet, while the others took turns dancing their fingers on Curt's soles and toes.
The thrashing, struggling, sweaty straight terrorized youth shrieked.
"OOHFUCCCK!!!!SHIT!! AAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" he shrieked his muscled lean body thrashing violently.
Curt's reaction was instantaneous, howling like a hyena, his muscled helpless body arching as much as it could on the bench, and then shrieking with laughter. The tickling of his feet was long and torturous and his reactions were off the charts.
"HAHAHHAHAHHA OOH SHIT STOP STOP OK STOP STOPPPPPP!!!" he begged panting and laughing hysterically, trying desperately to regain control of himself. He failed.
After 30 minutes, Justin produced a long stiff feather guaranteed to brush into his ears, and around his ear lobes, and against his ultra-s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e skin of his toes, balls and c.o.c.k. He ran it through Curt's piss slit that made him feel like hundreds of tiny tickling tentacles that drove him insane. The tickling of his feet paused for a while - though the line of eager men to tickle those feet remained. They would resume in between attacks on other parts of the handsome boy's struggling body. They always did that to avoid having their victim zone out from too many sensations. They wanted him to feel every finger and instrument used.
Justin ran the stiff feather between each of Curt's toes in a light sawing skillful way that always elicited a huge groan, a shriek and then a burst of violent buckling from the tied up youth. Back and forth - between each toe and back and over again and again.
And then without warning, using the feather to brush his ball sack as he gasped and struggled to back away - and the side of the stiff feather along the underside of his scrotum. And then he grabbed Curt's semi hard c.o.c.k and sawed feather back and forth through his piss slit over and over - slowly and then fast and then slow again as the boy's body jerked wildly this way and that to get away from the torturous feeling. With that, Curt totally lost it, going almost berserk, and shrieked. But there was no escape.
"OOOOH SHIT!!! SHIT!!! NOOOOOO NOOOOO GOD STOP HIM!!!!!! F.U.C.K..OH...CAN'T STAND IT OH GOD!!! PLEASE STOP STOP HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHA AAAAH OOOOH SHIIIITTT AAAAAH NOOOOOO STOP STOP PLLLLEEEAAA.S.SE OOOOH SHIT!!!" Curt shrieked in a babble of incomprehensible cursing and laughter and howling.
Curt yelled, crying and then shrieked, while his body twisted, his semi-hard f.u.c.k meat flopping back and forth and desperately tried to pull his feet away. He became completely incoherent, drooling spit, tears coming from his eyes, but it got worst.
"You must like this Curt. Yeah, your d.i.c.k is getting hard. Yeah you sick f.u.c.k. YOU LIKE THIS, HUH?? HUH???" as his tormentor sawed the feather in a slow and then frenzied sawing motion, ever so often running the feather around his knob and c.o.c.khead ridge - then back to Curt's ultra-s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e piss slit. The boy went ballistic.
"STOPSTOPILLDOANYTHING FOOOH GOD STOP STOP STOP STOP PLEEEA.S.SE STOPPPPP!!" Curt screamed, gasping, struggling to break free.
After several minutes his tormentor stopped - but like every pause - not out of any sense of mercy, but to move on to the next tickle torture torment or to allow him to rest so they could resume the torture with his body reacting anew.
Justin produced a brush with hard bristles and showed Curt, gasping for air, his eyes wet from crying, and gave it to one of the hooded guys to use on Curt.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAH Oh God .....STOP STOP PLEASE PLEASE...OH NO OH NO!!!!!!" Curt yelled like a man, but a man crying from the intensity of the tickling of his feet, his sweaty muscled body thrashing this way and that from the ordeal.
Justin and the others smiled evilly and then another guy rubbed the hard plastic bristles of the brush at first gently then hard on his right foot sole. For Justin it was playing a human instrument - brush the bristle up and then down - and a shriek and howl immediately came from Curt. Sideways, up and down - in a circle...over and over. And always a high pitched shriek and howl that seemed leavened with the knowledge of pure horror that Curt knew would be unending. They used different brushes to evoke a different tortured reaction from Curt.
"OH SHIT!!!!! AAAAAAAAAH STOP STOP AAAAH GOD STOOOOP TOO MUCH OOOOOOHHHH AHHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Curt yelled in a high pitched scream, trying to hold it in, his mouth open and his teeth clenched now in agony and panic.
For 10 and then 15 minutes, Justin continued the torture and went to the other foot sole using a paint brush and got the same hysterical reaction while several guys concentrated on the other foot.
"AAAAAAAAH AAAAAH NOOOOOO PLLEEEASE STOP STOP!!! Curt screamed, coughing, struggling to break free.
And then Justin used a bristled comb, running it up and down on Curt's sole, and then in fast circular movements that drove the boy crazy.
"AAAAAH SHIT SHIT!!! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAH" Curt shrieked his body moving up and down his legs desperately trying to break free, "OH MY GOD AAAAH STOP STOP AAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!"
Aaron with a bristled comb, joined Aaron with the torture. They stopped for a minute while the boy again gasped for air - and Daniel gave him some water, while he begged for them to stop. Curt, his beautiful long lashed eyes filled with tears from the torment, his body trembling, still desperately tried to break free in a burst of another futile Alpha Male bravado. His mind raced in a blur of sheer confusion, panic and terror. His tormentors stared at the writhing sweaty terrorized youth as he gasped and panted, his eyes wide in panic hoping it was over.
"Oh God Ooooh God...Please...please no more..." Curt whispered to them trying to catch his breath as his muscled sweaty c.h.e.s.t heaved and his body trembled involuntarily from the ordeal.
He wished he could tell them to f.u.c.k themselves and to bring it on. But his terror overwhelmed him because he knew - as they did - that his torment was not even close to being over.
They smiled, and then resumed the torture on his feet.
"GOD GOD PLEASEEEEEE HHAHHAHAHA OOOOH GOD SHIT STOP STOP STOP AHHHHHHHHHHHH" he shrieked, thrashing as much as he could.
His hair was plastered on his head from his dripping sweat giving the boy an exotic s.e.xy look almost to his tormentors. He was desperate and promised anything if they would stop. To his tormentors - and the huge video audience, Curt never looked so s.e.xy and beautiful, looking as if he just came off the field from an intense game or from the floor of a long wrestling tournament.
Bobby made a deal with Curt "Hey Curt, so get your straight boy prick hard and shoot a load for us - and then we will stop, okay? But you gotta get it hard - and shoot our way for an hour. Or else we tickle the shit out of you even longer. We have all f.u.c.kin day dude. Alllll fuccckin day. And one more thing, and this is important....if you tell us to 'stop' at any time while you are being edged and c.o.c.k polished during the hour before and after you shoot...once you agree to this...well, then if you say 'no' at any time while its being done, we will stop and start your tickle torture all over again and add two more days to the week to make up for not keeping your word. So you better keep your word Curt."
Curt stared at Bobby wide eyed and suppressing any rage and hate he felt for especially toward him, and desperate to stop the tickling, he gave a half nod of his head, his mouth and lips pressed tight in humiliation.
This straight boy Alpha male athlete was being forced to concentrate his body and mind on getting his straight boy d.i.c.k hard - and then to shoot an o.r.g.a.s.m caused by another guy touching him - and in front of these faggot tormentors. But he had no choice - he couldn't endure the tickling that terrorized him. But he didn't realize that Bobby said "shoot our way" and that they were giving Curt no choice or relief at all. In fact they would force him to choose tickle torture to stop the even more torturous c.o.c.k polishing.
At the moment, Curt saw he had no choice. He couldn't endure any more tickling, though the c.o.c.k polishing before and after shooting terrified him too. But compared to what they said would be endless tickle torture covering two weeks, Curt thought he could endure the c.o.c.k polishing because there was a time limit of an hour. Or so he thought. He nodded.
"What was that Curt? You need to tell us you agree".
"YES!!!! YES!!! OH SHHHITTT!!! I F.U.C.KIN WILL DO IT!!!! STOP STOP STOP OOOH SHIT...I F.U.C.KIN AGREE!!!!" Curt yelled in agony, gasping in part relief, in part anger and in part fear of now what was to come.
A hooded guy - Curt couldn't tell who he was - got between his spread out restrained legs on the bed and lapped slowly upwards from his right t.h.i.g.h, as two other guys slowly - but not done in a way to invoke tickling, moved one or two fingers slowly up and down his torso, then lightly brushing his pointed erect n.i.p.p.l.es, then lightly dancing their fingers on his pecs and down again his torso.
The guy between his thick muscled legs lapped now at Curt's sweaty loose balls, s.u.c.k.i.n.g the sack, and then gobbling up each duck egg sized ball, as Curt gasped from the pleasuring. He tried not to. His c.o.c.k grew semi hard uncoiling like an enormous sleeping hooded cobra. The guy finally licked slowly, nibbling at the root of Curt's f.u.c.k meat, lightly pulling at the pubic hairs, and then slowly dancing his tongue and nibbling ever so lightly up the now hard stalk, pulling at the foreskin that retracted back down his shaft, using his pointed tongue to l.a.p between the tight yet elastic skin and the boy's trembling hard shaft, causing Curt to gasp and tilt his head back from the intense feeling. The hooded guy lapped all the way to the very tip of Curt's engorged jock meat, inhaling the boy's intense musky odors and danced his tongue on the underside of Curt's mushroom head and then s.u.c.k.e.d swirling his tongue everywhere on the boy's ultra-s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e c.o.c.khead.
"Oooh god god..." Curt m.o.a.n.e.d quietly - trying not to react or to let his tormentors hear him.
He hated that he was responding like this from a guy s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k. And yet he knew that if that guy s.u.c.k.i.n.g him - with the incredible sensations from the tongue on his knob, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g at the ridge and underside especially, causing Curt to tremble and thrust his hard prong in a f.u.c.k.i.n.g motion, that the hooded boy ignored, with the others holding down Curt's pelvis and stomach, restricting any further such movement. Meanwhile the fingers dancing up and down his torso and brushing his n.i.p.p.l.es - with the fingers wet with lube, continued, causing Curt even more unwanted pleasuring.
His d.i.c.k was hard as a steel rod - his tormentors never got tired of seeing this straight boy's monster f.u.c.k meat hard, and loved seeing it grow from limp, soft to raging hardness looking for a p.u.s.s.y to f.u.c.k. His c.o.c.k head was wet now with the hooded guy's spit but also beads of syrupy pre-c.u.m leaking from his c.o.c.khead slit, which the guy lapped up, moving his pointed tongue into the slit, causing another loud gasp from Curt, his tongue, cleaning and c.a.r.e.s.sing the insides of his retracted pungent smelling foreskin.
But then the hooded guy produced a new even more wicked long feather, tested on earlier young handsome straight boy victims to cause instant hysterical unbearable reaction. Without warning, while two hands held his c.o.c.k steady, ran the feather slowly and then fast and then slow over and over through his piss slit, causing excruciating electric unbearable sensations from the inside and tip of his c.o.c.k through his entire sweaty tormented body. Over and over as Curt shrieked in terror.
"AAAAAAAAH WHA WHA NOT AGAIN OOOOH SHHIT NOOOOOO THHEEE FUUUCCCK OOOH SHIT AAAAAAH SHIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!! STOP STOP AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
Over and over and over as a couple of thin finger tips tickled his sack, adding more to his tormented misery.
"I...I...OH SHIT...I CANT F.U.C.KIN STAND IT OH MY GOD OOOO I CAAAAANNN'TTTT I..OH SHIT CAN'T TAKE IT YOU FAGGOTS OH SHIT!!!! I..I...OOOOH OOH GOD!!! OOOOH SHIT!! AHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" he screamed as his body thrashed back and forth, his long d.i.c.k waving like a flagpole in a hurricane.
Now the hooded guy bent over and swallowed Curt's pulsating steel hard f.u.c.k meat in one gulp, and then up s.u.c.k.i.n.g only his s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e head. The hooded guy's swirling tongue on Curt's knob was pushing him closer and closer to the edge of shooting a load - despite the Curt's disgust and revulsion, aided by the fact that Curt so desperately wanted the tickle torture to stop. If this would do it - he would force himself to let loose and shoot a load into this faggot's mouth.
The hooded guy now got off his c.o.c.k, and used his lubed up hand, with the other holding the root of his hard f.u.c.k meat, with his right hand fisted with an opening to allow the boy's c.o.c.k through, touched the head and worked its way slowly - very slowly down the entire length, causing excruciating unbearable sensation to Curt as he tried to suppress a m.o.a.n, and then a scream of "OH SHIT!!! JESUS F.U.C.K OOOOOHH!!!"
He held the stalk and using the palm of his right hand, moved it running along the top side of Curt's shaft all the way up to the head, and curving his palm and rubbing the head in a downward motion, and off his d.i.c.k, repeating that over and over as Curt's body thrashed from the unbearable sensations. He shrieked and cursed them, as he struggled almost violently to break free and stop the assault on his d.i.c.k. Over and over he rubbed his palm as Curt screamed. The sensation was too unbearable - and made his shooting a load impossible.
And now the hooded boy over and over and over brought his fisted hand to Curt's c.o.c.khead and slowly down the shaft, and then repeated the process - never moving his fisted hand upwards that would have made the boy shoot. Always and only downward - and slowly causing maximum unbearable sensations. After 20 minutes he held the root of his d.i.c.k while he used his hand now to palm and apple polish the head - causing Curt to squeal and scream from the unbearable sensation. He couldn't stand it - the feeling was too unbearable.
"OOOH JESUS AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH TOO MUCH OHHHH AAAAH!!!" he screamed. "YOU SICK F.U.C.K!!!! AAAAHHHHHHH"
His tormentors loved seeing this alpha straight boy Curt thrash and scream having his straight boy f.u.c.k meat polished and palmed. Where was his arrogant c.o.c.ky attitude now? That tireless stamina to endure as a star athlete? The c.o.c.k polishing and palming, and downward stroke only of his head and shaft was done slowly to increase the boy's agonized unbearable sensations.
"AAAAAGG JESUSF.U.C.K OOOH GOD I CANT F.U.C.KIN..OH GOD NANA NA STTOOOO AAAHH STOO AAAAAHHHOOOH GOD!!!" He shrieked in agony his body violently buckling the restraints and hands holding him down.
"What did you say Curt? Hmmm? Did you want to say 'stop' or 'no'?" Jesse asked.
His mouth, coughing and shrieking out obscenities and curses at his tormentors, desperately to form words to get them to stop, even if he knew they wouldn't. His voice quivered with words coming out in a babble of animal like sounds. He gasped, he shrieked - the c.o.c.k polishing was far too intense as his body shook, trembled and buckled.
Curt's beautiful face was a mask of sheer agony, his mouth now tightly clenched in a futile effort to withstand the torment being done to his knob and shaft and balls. His eyes closed tight in desperation to shut out what was happening, but the polishing and stroking only intensified and his eyes flew open when a palm slowly rubbed his knob in a different direction that caused even more unbearable sensations - fl.i.c.k.i.n.g the underside of his knob and going ever so slowly to evoke every possible agonized feeling from him. The hooded guy kept on polishing Curt's d.i.c.k over and over for another 15 minutes that was unbearable to the tied writhing straight boy.
"MMMMMMMMMMHHHHH AAAAH SHIT NOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAH FUUUUCK STOP STOP STOP STOP OH SHIT"
No way could the boy c.u.m with his d.i.c.k and c.o.c.khead being so tormented with excruciatingly unbearable electric p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. The downward only slow stroking drove him crazy. He gritted his pearly whites, his long lashed eyes tightly shut to ward off shrieking - but that last just a few seconds. He couldn't stand it.
"AAAAAAH NOOO FAIR...NOOO OOOH SHIT >>>OOOOH GOD FFFAAIRRR OOOH SHIT NNNNOOOOO OOOOH FAAAAA AAAAAAH SHIT SHIT! OH GOD STOP STOOOOOP OOOOOH GOD GOD PLEASE!!! OOOOOH OOOOOH AAAAHHHAHAHAHAH OOOH SHIT SHIT PLLLEEAASE OOOOH MY GOD ...NNOOO FFAAAIIIIRR OOOOH SHIT SHIT OOOOHHHHH GOD STOP STOP STOP" he shrieked realizing this was even worse than the tickle torture.
Finally the hooded guy did, holding the boy's steel hard f.u.c.k meat for all to see - coated with lube - but no hot spooge. Curt couldn't shoot his load that way. He failed.
"Well Curt. I guess your reputation as a f.u.c.k machine is just talk. Can't shoot your load, huh? Well, guess what - too bad for you. You lost. We'll continue tickling the shit out of you..." Bobby said, taunting the boy, as Curt's eyes widened in sheer rage and panic. "We'll give you a moment to rest..."
"NAH...YOU ARE RESTED ENOUGH!!!" he said as they began to tickle Curt.
"NO!!!! NOOOOOO AAAAAA HAHAHAHAH SHIT OH GOD STOP PLEASE NO NO AHHHH NOOOOOO AAAH HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAH AHAHA !!!!!!" Curt yelled as fingers poked his sides, causing him to burst with laughter and shrieks.
Curt literally wanted to die - his mind was slipping fast into the zone of insanity crazed by the non-stop tickle torture, c.o.c.k polishing and palming that he had no defense against.
"Well, you seem to like it Curt - since you're laughing so much. Stop laughing and we'll stop....Go ahead guys!" Jesse said.
With that a group of hooded tormentors gathered around the pillory holding down Curt's feet, and with even more intensity, attacked the soles of both of his feet, with their comb bristles while Curt screamed in terror and then from the unbearable sensation. They rubbed the combs up and down the soles slowly, then fast in an up and down motion, then sideways, then in the crevices where the toes connected to the soles, and then brushing the bottom side of his toes. Curt's body violently buckled and twisted in a pure animal reaction, while he alternately shrieked and begged.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHH STOOOP OOOOHHGOD STOP AAAAAAHA" Curt shrieked with uncontrolled laughter and begging. Tears were streaming from his eyes.
After 10 more minutes, they continued tickling his feet - though more gently now, as the boy gasped for air, his c.h.e.s.t heaving, his body shaking, it now. For a solid hour they had tickled his feet and toes with fingers, hands, tongues, combs, brushes, cue sticks, stiff feathers and even ice - pausing ever so often to allow him air and water, and then resumed with even more intensity. He thought he would go insane - not the last time he would feel that way during his ordeal with these guys.
"Okay guys, that's enough of that" Jesse said.
Now the feet tickling stopped.
His body, bathed in sheen of pure straight boy agonized sweat, trembled and shook, the tormented straight boy panting heavily, thinking maybe his ordeal was over. He wanted to die. Literally.
"Oh God....no more no more" Curt g.r.o.a.n.e.d, his body heavily panting from the ordeal, tears of agony filling his beautiful heavy lashed eyes as his body continued to tremble.
The straight boy showed a look of relief showed on his handsome boyish face his muscled sweaty body trembled, his eyes full of tears from the ordeal. Somehow he was under the impression that his tickle torture ordeal was over.
"Well Curt. You don't think that we're done are you? I meant the feet tickling is done with - well, for now. We'll get back to your feet later again in fact we have you scheduled for a full day of tickling the shit out of your feet with some friends later. And those sadistic tickle masters who will you have you for a month? Oh they especially love concentrating on your armpits and feet! So don't worry!!!!"
Curt m.o.a.n.e.d and closed his eyes, his lips pressed tight, and then mutter "oh god no. you sick f.u.c.ks...."
"But now it's time to pay attention to your other body parts and see if you enjoy having those areas tickled as much as you did your feet!" Jesse said to Curt's horror. "Unless you want us to polish and palm your c.o.c.khead again - or we can do both while tickling the shit out of you..."
Curt's body thrashed this way and that involuntarily in a futile flight mode attempt as he heard the threat of tickling again, and gasped "Oh God NO NO!!!!!!"
Aaron went over to the middle of the bench in front of Curt's twisting and still struggling body. Aaron put his long fingers on the straight boy's flat muscled stomach and abs, breathing hard in anticipation, gently at first, circling closer and closer to his s.e.xy belly button hole, one finger following up and down, brushing the wiry hairs of his treasure trail.
"Dude..please...Please please....don't....God...please...no...stop stop.....please...." Curt begged his frat boy voice quavering, twisting his body as far as he could - terrified of what was coming.
His tormentor, smiling, now sat right on top of boy's heaving lower torso that even more securely held him down exposing his pecs, neck, n.i.p.p.l.es, armpits and lower stomach and belly button to attack. He moved is hands a played out long fingers toward Curt's pits and sides - though not touching his skin, to simply scare the boy, now trembling. Curt descended into panic mode because with a guy sitting astride his mid-section, staring down at him, clawed fingers and hands ready for attack, made him feel even more f.u.c.k.e.d and helpless. It also made it impossible for Curt to see or anticipate the other fingers and hands ready to attack his lower sides, stomach and belly button, legs and feet.
"Oh no oh no...please no...Oh god....please no...no..." Curt whispered, as his eyes fearfully zeroed in all Aaron's fingers, his sweaty muscled body tightly restrained but still wiggling to get away.
Aaron smiled evilly and drilled all of his fingers into Curt's exposed pits, the sides of his upper torso, and then his pecs and neck and then back again to his pits repeating it over and over as Curt shrieked as others danced fingers and hands all over his lower stomach and abs, poking fingers inside his s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e navel.
"NNNOOOOOO!!!! OOOOH SHIT SHIT!!!! AAAAH AAAAH HAHAHAHAHAH STOOOOOPPPPPP!!! SHIIITTTT!!!! OH GOD OH GOD!!!! GOD....GET AWAY...STOP....OH GOD PLEASE PLEASE GOD GOD GOD STOP STOOOOOP!!!!" Curt shrieked, laughing, yelling, howling, and gasping for breath.
Curt, tears of total anguish flowing from his eyes, gritted his teeth, his body taut and quivering in a yet another futile effort to withstand the overwhelming unbearable sensation. To his tormentors - and the video audience of potential buyers - it was extremely e.r.o.t.i.c to see this handsome straight boy - with the perfect athletic body and c.o.c.ky arrogant attitude that always comes with such a physique - tied up, broken down - at least for the moment - squealing and pleading for them to stop the tickle torture. Of course they had no intention of doing so - and Curt knew that which caused his mind to reel into sheer hysteria knowing he was completely doomed.
Aaron, couldn't believe how s.e.xy and beautiful Curt's body was - a perfect slab of sculpted abs centered by a belly button hole that was so inviting for further drilling of a finger. They kept up their attacks as he continued to sit on the boy's heaving mid-section, feeling like he was riding a bull as Curt's body continued to buckle up and down wildly.
During Curt's breaks, they showed on the large video screens and to the enormous audience watching live video stream...split screen of the boy's panting and heaving body trying to recover, still trembling from the non-stop tickle torture...but now showing again, the pictures and videos from Noah's camera. Those pictures and short clips reminded the audience and the 30 or so tormentors surrounding Curt now - of just how arrogant and beautiful this straight boy was.
The previously hidden videos showed pictures and videos of Curt's board shorts with his crotch bulging. Shirtless washing his car, or working out in the apartment gym. Prowling the pool area and picking up beautiful girls like the sleek predator he was. His creepy upstairs neighbor had caught it all and it just added to the d.e.s.i.r.e for the boy for his tormentors now and for those watching live stream. They - and the audience - now realized how the videos and pictures increased the intensity and l.u.s.t for Curt - especially because it was taken without Curt's knowledge and contrasting those images with how the same straight boy was now reacting - trapped, n.a.k.e.d and tickle tortured without mercy.
They now focused back on Curt's panting tortured tanned muscled body, looking his s.e.xy masculine treasure trail of wispy brown hairs - which Aaron's nibble fingers followed. Curt's body tightened, and his teeth clenched and eyes closed to in yet another futile attempt to withstand the growing unbearable sensations.
Two of his tormentors began to dance his long fingers up and down quickly on Curt's flat muscled stomach with both hands, drilling his finger skillfully to the shrieking boy's vulnerable sides as Curt giggled loudly "oh Jesus...noooo not again...pleeeaasssee.... ahahhhahhhhh hahhhhhhh" and exploded in laughter "Oh god!!! Hah Hahahahahhahaahhhahha no no no....ahaha...stop stop stop.....stop stop oh..hahahahahahahhaha....stop....."
They continued slowly with both hands, lightly fingering Curt's abs, and belly button, and lower sides. Curt went crazy, buckling and struggled hard to break loose. After 20 minutes they stopped, while Curt slumped gasping for air. There were dozens of other guys waiting to take their turns. It seemed to Curt like an endless supply of tickle torturers for his body, and seeing that broke down his resolve to fight it. They could do this forever and his ability to fight back could only be measured in nano-seconds.
"OOOOOH GOD GOD!!!! Please God!!!! Please!!!! Ooooooh please please please no more..ooh please no more!" Curt, panting heavily, his shaking voice trying desperately to form words as he panted in anxiety and to recover.
"No nooo..more..more..no more...please," he said in almost a whisper, eyes filled with tears, begged, almost sobbing now, sweat pouring down his body choking back unwanted unmanly sobs but failing. His body was heaving heavily from the workout
They wanted Curt to be pushed to the very edge - and then over the edge and back and back and of relentless, no mercy tickle torture - to the point where his mind goes blank and his eyes roll back and screams turn into high pitched shrieks. He was already at the edge, ready to be pushed over - and they knew it,
"CAN'T TAKE IT OH OOOOOOOH OH SHIT F.U.C.K STOP CAN'T CAN'T AAAAHHHHH AAAAAAH TAAAKE IT AAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA" he screamed.
His tormentors stood behind Curt's upper body that was tied to the raised bench and began touching his upper and lower back with running fingers - back and forth, up and down. Others continued to gather around his feet and on both sides of his body.
"OOOOH SHIIIITTTT!!! HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA" Curt gasped and shrieked, arching his back, trying to get away from the running fingers but couldn't.
None of them let up - lightly tickling Curt's shoulders, down to his sides and following down just touching the hump of his white bubble b.u.t.t that was slightly exposed when the boy lifted himself up from the bench in his struggling.
"OOOH GOD STOOOOP STOOOOP HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHA OOH SHIT CAN'T CAN'T TAKE IT PLLEEEAA.S.SEE STOP STOP CAN'T TAKE IT OHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!" Curt screamed, trying to form words but dissolving into unwanted laughter sounding like a human hyena.
Curt immediately gasped, arching his sweaty muscled back as far as he could go - but he could never go very far with the way he was bound and restrained. The torturous fingers simply followed, never losing contact with Curt's ultra-s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e skin and thrashing body. It was extremely e.r.o.t.i.c to see this s.e.xy boy tied up and stretched out on a bench, arching his body - his c.h.e.s.t, n.i.p.p.l.es, stomach and c.o.c.k pushed out and stretched as far as his tied hands and lower body would let him. Helpless. Begging now.
"OOOH SHIT !!!! SHIT!! STOP STOP STOP!!!!"
But there was for Curt no escaping the methodical fingers of his many tormenters who seemed to be relentless in tickling him up and down his back, his c.h.e.s.t, armpits, inner t.h.i.g.hs, knees, calves, feet - toes and ears. His tormentors knew exactly what they were doing, and each attack, while seemingly random at least to Curt, was planned and focused on causing the boy's maximum tickled torture reactions. They had no intention of stopping or showing him any mercy.
Curt's thrashed his body wildly but to no avail.
Daniel taunted Curt, "TAKE IT BITCH!!!! TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!!!! THERE AINT NOTHING YOU CAN DO DUDE!!! NOTHING!!!"
Terrified even more by Daniel's taunt, Curt' shrieked in a incoherent babble of pleading for them to stop as his tanned muscled Adonis like body thrashed and twisted as far as he could. Curt never knew so many parts of his body were so ticklish - and it seemed each part got even more ticklish as they moved to a different part of his writhing body, tickling that area relentlessly, then returning methodically back to the earlier body areas they had attacked. There was no relief, no mercy, no safe word or respite for him.
"OHHGOD GOD HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHJAJAJ!!!! OH SHIT!!!!! STOOOOP STOOOOP PLLLLLEEEAAASE STOOOP " Curt screamed coughing, laughing, with tears flowing from his eyes, begging Daniel to stop.
This went on for another 30 minutes, though to Curt it seemed forever, as he laughed and begged, long reduced to flowing tears , until they stopped. Curt's head just hung from his shoulders, exhausted- his body sweaty.
"Oh God Oh God....God please please oh oh oh god..." Curt gasped, his body shaking from the ordeal, his c.h.e.s.t heaving try to catch his breath. Though he tried to desperately to act like a man - or what he thought should act like and endure this torture, he was exhausted, terrified now that they wouldn't stop.
He knew he was ticklish - but never had he ever been pushed this far - and never before was ever tied down and faced by perverts who would continue far beyond whatever limits or tolerance he had.
His sweaty body quivering, and terrified, his bravado broken down, he overcome by sheer hysteria pleaded his tormentors "Ooh God please stop please....stop.....anything....please. God..God please..you gotta stop. Please"
"Oh Curt....we just want to make you happy. As long as you laugh, we will continue," Aaron said in a taunting voice as other tickle torture tormentors took Daniel's and the other guy's place - forming a long line at every part of Curt's writhing, struggling sweaty muscled lean body, especially his hairy sweat soaked pits, sides, feet and his soles and toes.
Especially that.
In a frenzy of dozens and dozens of fingers, hands and tongues, combs and brushes and other tools, over and over and over continued for another 45 minutes without mercy causing Curt's body thrash violently.
"NO NOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAH OOH GAAAWWWWDSTOOOP" Curt screamed hysterically as the torture continued without letup until he passed out.
They stared down at the beautiful unconscious panting boy, who, at least for the moment, as totally broken by their tickle torture. His Alpha Male bravado would return, they were sure, with a break. They untied his weary muscled arms from the posts, and re-hooked his wrist cuffs, and freed his feet from the pillory, which were still chained together. The boy's body was covered with his sweat from the three hour tickle torture session (with on and off very brief breaks for him to give him water and time to catch his breath and briefly relax his stomach muscles from the laughter.
It would be followed with a short rest period that only made the next four hour long tickle torture session even more torturous with a slightly renewed body ready to take on all comers. It would be followed by another rest period, then more torture, then sleep time, then another session followed by another. His ordeal of his tickle torture would not end for two weeks. But that wasn't counting his long one day session still be scheduled with Santini, the guard that he had hurt when he tried to break away, or the month long tickle torture sessions with the consortium of tickle torture sadists.
The very brief breaks in between while giving Curt needed respite from the tickle torture had also the reverse impact of giving him a false sense of hope that it was going to stop or somehow it would be less intense when it resumed or somehow he would be able to muster some defense to the renewed attacks. He was wrong, terribly wrong on all three counts. Curt, his straight boy mind conflicted and tormented, eventually dreaded the breaks because it made new the terror of the tickle torture that he knew would resume - but never knew exactly when.
Now he was led back, restrained, to the previous area he was tied spread eagled standing - to the posts that chained his arms up and spread his legs out. He recovered somewhat his defiant attitude, and muttered "you guys will pay for this....I swear I swear..." He closed his beautiful lashed eye, looked up to the ceiling as if praying for deliverance. His tormentors knew none would be coming.
"Hey Curt!!! We thought you might want to try something different from all that tickling" Daniel said.
Curt, trying to hide his panic and hysteria opened his eyes and looked straight ahead at Daniel, and the others who were grinning, staring back at Curt's n.a.k.e.d spread-eagled body.
"Oooh shit jesus," Curt said under his breath - not wanting them to hear the fear that he was now feeling. Trying to hide that panic and fear, he struggled to break free - though he knew it was futile, his eyes closed tight in response to his body trying to break his restraints.
Daniel slapped Curt's face hard - back and forth.
"OPEN YOUR F.U.C.KIN EYES!!!!"
Curt opened his eyes, staring angrily at his tormentors with hatred and a d.e.s.i.r.e for revenge and looked straight ahead at Daniel and the others who were grinning, staring back at Curt's n.a.k.e.d spread-eagled body.
"I...I...I..f.u.c.kin... will..l kill you ...I f.u.c.kin promise...I...I will.." Curt muttered almost to himself, panting heavily, glaring at his tormentors.
And then he noticed Jesse and Bobby holding a metal implement that had at its end semi-sharp teeth around a pinwheel. He had no idea what it was - but feared they were going to now disfigure him by cutting his body. Curt's eyes grew wide in panic when he saw Jesse approach him in front (and Bobby in back) with those two neural stimulators or pinwheels. He thought the metal spike wheels were going to cut him open in a sawing motion by his tormentors.
"WHAT THE F.U.C.K IS THAT???? SHIT GET THE F.U.C.K AWAY!!!!" Curt yelled, struggling hard now - not familiar at all with the neural stimulator pinwheel. It looked to him like it was some sadistic device to cut him open.
"These are neural stimulators. Pinwheels. Whatever. Anyway, doctors use them to test whether a patient has any feeling or reaction in a certain area of their body. Of course they do it just very briefly - and stop if there is any feeling or reaction, cuz the feeling can be pretty intense. WE on the other hand don't do anything briefly, right? Now, it won't hurt you. We wouldn't want to cut that pretty body of yours. But...it will make you feel...REAL uncomfortable. I mean f.u.c.kin terribly uncomfortable. Oh yeah, you'll scream your pretty head off begging us to stop. But...we won't of course. It'll test your arrogant attitude boy," Aaron said mockingly, "you'll thank us in the end. If it ever stops...and it won't."
Curt wished he could block out completely their voices. He hated them. But the taunting succeeded in heightening Curt's hysteria that he desperately tried to keep in check with his Alpha Male defiance that they broke earlier. But it always came back to Curt - but how many more times? The taunting was terrible to him and though he didn't realize it then - it helped his tormentors by increasing the anxiety - and animal involuntary reactions when they renewed their torments on his body.
The thought of those devices on his body - he had no idea what they were - or what they would feel like.
One of his tormentors covered Curt's eyes tightly with a heavy blindfold that completely shut out any light and dramatically increased his anxiety of what was to happen - as they had planned - as he tried to move his head back and forth in a futile effort to stop him.
"OH SHIT!!!!! GET THE F.U.C.K AWAY!!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!" he yelled as his entire muscled sweaty body went taut.
Curt, blindfolded faced where he thought Jesse was, and in a burst of bravado, yelled out "F.U.C.K YOU!!!!" and clenched his teeth, pursing his lips tight.
"Curt, you need to get hard for us. Now," Jesse said, who wanted to run the pinwheel back and forth on Curt's f.u.c.k meat - but the effect increased if the shaft was hard, especially if the pinwheel was run up and down the underside and then on the head, and then along the top length of the shaft. Over and over.
"F.U.C.K YOU!!!! I AINT F.U.C.KIN GETTING HARD...F.U.C.K YOU!!!! F.U.C.KIN SICK SICK FAGGOTS" Curt spat out in a burst of bravado and enraged at the request.
"Or...we can go back and start all over the earlier session and add two more days to the tickle torture week for you," Jesse said as Curt's eyes widened in horror.
He nodded, clearly showing fear.
One of the hooded tormentors came up and eagerly began to edge and stroke Curt's long f.u.c.k meat, as the boy, blindfolded but feeling total shame tried get it hard. The guy in front of him - like all of them was an expert in edging and easily brought Curt's f.u.c.k meat to rock hard state. Jesse smiled and touched the cold double metal spoke pinwheel on Curt's flat muscled now quivering stomach that caused him to gasp and jerk away futilely. There was no escape from his restraints. Bobby waited with his pinwheel and then ran it back and forth and then up and down his abs above his pubes, as his body buckled violently as Jesse continued running his up and down Curt's writhing body.
"OOOOOOHSHIT WHA??? WHATTHEF.U.C.K OH GOD!!!! NNNOOO AAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAH OOOH AAAAAAH!!!!!" Curt screamed, his voice cracking and gasping at the unbearable sensation.
The scream from Curt was so exquisite to the ears of his tormentors - even more so than the foot and body tickling. It was manly, yet with that reedy boyish sound that betrayed his youth. His tormentors were thrilled - they knew he would react to the stimulators - but didn't know for sure how intense his reaction would be. It was off the charts.
Curt babbled screaming "AAAAAHHHH OOOOOH GGGGGOD OOOOOH SHIT OOOOOH AAAAAAAAH F.U.C.K.I.N.GMOHMYGOD nof.u.c.knof.u.c.k oooh ahhhhhhhahhhhhhahhhh!!!!"
They really thought this guy could die from the unbearable sensations - worse to him than being tickled but like tickle torture. The trick - like tickling, his tormentors knew, was never to run the neural stimulators in one place on a victim's body for more than a second or two - or else the body could adapt to the sensation. Keep it moving with just the right amount of hard pressure, but not too much, hitting the overly s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e spots like Curt's now hardened n.i.p.p.l.es, his d.i.c.k, especially his sweaty duck egg sized balls, which shrank back from the intense cold, his hairy armpits and especially his back and rippling flat stomach. Neck, legs and feet.
They eagerly took turns running it back and forth - waiting for the other to finish - before starting somewhere else on his body. No place was immune from their attacks. They ran it back and forth over his taint causing a squeal and shriek from their straight Frat Jock boy.
Jesse, his eyes still glazed with pure animal l.u.s.t, slowly moved his neural stimulator all over Curt's c.h.e.s.t, running back and forth over his erect n.i.p.p.l.es and then over his abs, while Curt gasped for air and tried to move his body away. He loved making this incredibly beautiful muscled straight boy writhe and scream.
Meanwhile Bobby was moving his back and forth and up and down Curt's back, while Justin continued tickling both of Curt's feet. He was shrieking and screaming - his chiseled muscled body twisting and buckling almost violently now, his limp c.o.c.k flopping back and forth, slapping his stomach, t.h.i.g.hs and balls. They liked running the pin wheels along the muscled ridges that defined Curt's muscled c.h.e.s.t and stomach, and tortured his erect n.i.p.p.l.es by running it back and forth and around it. His body heaved, struggled wildly as he screamed from the unbearable attack.
They taunted him with a choice: they could continue with the pinwheels or tickle his feet, especially the soles and toes.
"Stop your screaming Curt...My god, act like a man for once. Make a choice or we just continue," Jesse said.
Curt eyes opened wide as he shrieked again and again, and his mind went almost berserk, simply wanting the torment to stop and yelled "FEET!!!!!" F.U.C.K YOU F.U.C.K YOU!!!! AAAAAWWWW SHIT FEET!!!"
His body twisted and turned from the pinwheels - and then they stopped and started to suck his toes, and run stiff brushes around in circles and up and down the soles of his feet. The reaction from Curt was a high pitched shriek of pure agony.
"AAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOO STOOOOP OOOH SHIT NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
They continued for five minutes until Curt, screamed "THE OTHER THING..STOP STOP I CAN'T TAKE IT..THE OTHER THING..."
He didn't know what it was called, so Jesse asked in a taunting calm voice "you mean the neural stimulators? Pinwheels? You must be clear Curt if we are to help you!"
"YYEEEESSSSS!!! FUC!!!! STOOOPP YEEEEEESSSS!!!" he shrieked, gasping, and then a babble of laughter and cursing and violently struggling desperately trying to pull his feet away from the torture.
They stopped. Smiled. And then continued torturing Curt using the pinwheels. Curt, getting relief from not having his feet tickle tortured anymore, screamed at the touch of the pinwheels. His mind was approaching the edge of insanity again - which was worse? Tickle torture of his feet? This? He was f.u.c.k.e.d in the brief second of sanity he had before descending again into non-stop screaming.
Now Jesse moved the neural stimulator up and down Curt's side, while Daniel started tickling Curt's other side with his fingers. Waiting till Jesse briefly stopped, Bobby then ran his neural stimulator slowly down the middle of his back, until they approached his a.s.s crack that cause the boy to stand on his toes shrieking in sheer torment from the sensation. They now moved over the hump of his bubble b.u.t.t, now sweaty, and with his hand, parted his globes, and moved the stimulator up and down his a.s.s crack----oh so slowly.
The screams from Curt now reached a peak, begging "OH F.U.C.KINJESUS!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOH GGOOOOOOOOOD!!! Oh my god please oh god please..whatthef.u.c.kohjesusfohgodohf.u.c.k...." He babbled, shook his head, buckled his upper body, his legs and t.h.i.g.hs tensed and struggled to break free.
Jesse cruelly, without mercy, ran his neural stimulator through Curt's crotch and sweaty pubic hair, and over his torso and stomach, n.i.p.p.l.es and armpits and arms - and then up and down his d.i.c.k shaft on the knob over and over as the boy's body shook violently, as he squealed, screamed and yelled at the unbearable prickly sensation. Right up the underside of his f.u.c.k meat to the mushroom knob, a particular s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e area for Curt.
Then Jesse without warning suddenly stuck it up and down between his legs, the back of knees, while Curt screamed even louder his entire body shaking.
"AAAAAAAAAAH OH GOD OH GOD...AAAAAAH STTTOOOOPPPP!!!! OH PLEASE..STOOOPPPP!!!!" Curt screamed in sheer agony, twisting and trying to get away from the metal instruments.
"OOOOH SHIT...FEET!!! FEEET!!! OH GOD STOPPPP!!! FEET" Curt shrieked, can't standing the feeling anymore, and now preferring tickle torture of his feet, which he dreaded. But his body and mind were reacting to the torment now.
"Oh I'm sorry....that choice was onl y allowed once...." Jesse said taunting the Alpha Male.
They continued using the pinwheels for another 30 minutes as Curt continued to shriek, his knuckled fists over and over opening and closing tight.
Curt, the Alpha Male college athlete that other guys wanted to be, the s.e.xy frat boy who got any girl he wanted, was now just a n.a.k.e.d muscled handsome screaming youth tied up and pushed again to the very brink of sheer insanity by the relentless unbearable torment. Like at other times throughout his tickle torture ordeal, his defiance would show and then disappear as the intensity of the tickling overwhelmed him. For the moment now, Curt's defiance dissolved into a mush from the unbearable torture with a single focus only to just have the torment stop.
But they were not done.
Curt, still looking s.e.xy and handsome to his viewing audience and tormentors, was knocked out with a cloth of chloroform over his mouth. When the boy woke in a haze, he found his n.a.k.e.d sweaty body was encased in a full rubber body suit, his head hooded, with only an opening for his nostrils and mouth, and an opening for his c.o.c.k and balls - his hairy armpits, a circle opening of his n.i.p.p.l.es and slightly hairy navel - and his feet - exposing those specific erogenous s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e areas to skillful fingers, hands, tongues and instruments like pinwheels, brushes and feathers to tickle torture Curt to pure insanity.
His tormentors would feast on those exposed parts on the spread-eagle tightly restrained boy on the bed - so tightly restrained no movement was possible.
When Curt woke he went into almost a panic mode - never before had he been in a rubber body suit and hood though he actually didn't know what he was encased in, because they had put him into it when he was knocked out. Curt just knew he was horribly trapped and it took all of his will power to stop the huge wave of panic from overwhelming him. It was like he was buried alive, except for certain parts of his body.
He never felt so helpless in his life.
He struggled furiously, but after a minute or two gave up knowing he was so tightly restrained and encased like a mummy. He was terrified - if they were going to continue tickling him - he had no ability now at all to move, to struggle even a little bit - while futile, at least allowed his body and mind to be distracted from the full intensity of being tickled. It also sped up the exhaustion - that allowed his mind to zone out. Only they always knew just when that happened, and stopped to allow him, to recover. For a few minutes - and then resumed.
He breathed hard in terror and apprehension - and with pure dread. He could feel what he thought was a light blowing of air - someone's breath on his armpits, pubes, feet, n.i.p.p.l.es. If they were going to resume his previous never ending tickle torture, he was doomed, trapped in a rubber suit that allowed absolutely no movement.
Oh my god - I will die - I will die Curt thought trying to submerge the growing dread and panic the natural terror of any person being so tightly confined.
Curt at that moment - and during the agonizing tickle torture he had just endured, he really did wish he would have died. The torment had been so completely overwhelming, prolonged and without an end, there was no way he could fight to resist it. Resistance then had lasted just a second before dissolving into helpless, pathetic laughter, shrieking, yelling and futile begging.
He was still was defiant and enraged at what was being done to him, despite, but both attitudes quickly dissolved now that he was trapped in a body rubber suit, with the hood and gas mask cutting off any other sensory perception with the added fear of having his oxygen cut off. He knew that his exposed body parts were at the mercy of his tormentors - and he knew he would get none from them. Fingers now at his b.a.r.e exposed feet and toes that seemed now even more ticklish and s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to any touch, caused him to shriek in laughter and agony.
"OOH SHIT!!!!! OOOOH NOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!" Curt shrieked in a high pitch scream of agonized laughter, begging and a babble of growling almost animal sounds.
Bristles of hair comb, without mercy, brushed up and down and sideways over and over on one sole - then the other, then both at the same time as he screamed. But he couldn't move even a half inch. It was as if his body was frozen or encased in solid cement or ice - exposed for his horribly exposed parts. He could only scream, shriek and plead. Over and over and over. He couldn't believe how torturous this was. His mind went blank and then in a second, their fingers would instantly bring his body and mind back to the reality of his helpless predicament. Helpless. At their mercy. And they showed none.
"YEAH CURT!!! TAKE IT BITCH!!!! TAKE IT!!! TAKE IT!!!! YEAH!!!!" one his tormentors yelled in his ear, nibbling it, loving the boyish sweaty scent there, as others increased their frenzied assault on the exposed parts of his body.
"HAHAHAHAHAH OOOH SHIT OOOOOH HAHAHAHAH NOOOOO" Curt screamed, completely losing it now.
Curt thought he had descended over the edge and into insanity, his laughter and shrieks so loud and animal like, the only reaction he could have, with his body so tightly restrained. The straight boy was sobbing now in sheer agony of the tickle torture. The feeling was unbelievable and excoriating. The tickle torture before was extremely bad - as was the milking and edging - but this was exponentially worse. Not being able to move even the slightest somehow made the tickling even more torturous, more unbearable helped by increasing dramatically their apprehension. For Curt, that made this tickle torture of his exposed body parts far worse and more torturous than when he was stripped n.a.k.e.d spread eagle on the bed and bench.
His tormentors made it even worse, knowing just how to increase his anxiety. To further tease and torment the boy, fingers would slowly walk their way up and down his trembling rubber covered body - building the anticipation and sheer terror of where those fingers were headed - to the exposed n.i.p.p.l.es, or a slit exposing the inside of his muscled t.h.i.g.hs - or armpits, or his feet. His long pitiful shrieks and screaming mixed with uncontrolled laughter and begging always guaranteed they would never stop the tickle torture. He could never adjust to the sensations because they would never permit him to.
When his responses seemed to lessen in any spot, they would use other devices or instruments or tools. Ice would be rubbed in the openings that exposed his taut muscled t.h.i.g.hs, or his duck egg sized balls - or hairy armpits, causing a gasp, shriek and scream.
His stiff long hard f.u.c.k meat was exposed - and vulnerable with unseen numerous fingers and hands relentlessly edged, stroked and polished his shaft, knob over and over and over, causing excruciating p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and unbearable sensations that he was helpless to stop. They took sadistic p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e out of edging his steel hard meat, especially the underside of his hard shaft at the very tip of his mushroom head, over and over to the brink of shooting - and somehow knew he was there - but suddenly stopped as his frustration, rage grew.
"OOOH SHIT F.U.C.K!!!! F.U.C.K!!! STTTOOOOOPPPP NOOOOO OOOH GOD OH MY GOD STTTOOOOP!!!" he screamed and yelled as his tormented body and d.i.c.k twisted and turned as much as possible.
They used feathers on his exposed body parts - particular his balls, f.u.c.k meat shaft, and a prolonged sliding back and forth through his piss lit with the feather - over and over as he shrieked.
"TAKE IT...MAN UP AND TAKE IT!!!!" YEAH - TAKE IT BITCH!!!!!"
The sensation was too much for Curt - he couldn't see what they were doing to him - and had no idea it was feathers. Even if he did, he would never have thought feathers could produce such torment and agony. The electric sensation of the feather through his piss list caused only high pitched unending shrieks from the straight boy, something they loved to do to him over and over, knowing his off the charts reaction to it. Over and over and over as he shrieked.
Like all that they had done to him before, the torment was increased tenfold because they prolonged the agony - as they did always did to Curt and the others - doing it over and over until the reaction faded somewhat, pausing and then resuming again and again when his body recovered and reacted with that frenzied response.
AAAAAAAH AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA OOOOOH SHIT SHIT!!!! STOP!!!!" Curt shrieked, laughing, yelling and begging.
While doing that, one of the hooded guys would lick the soles of his feet causing a mixed unbearable and extreme pleasurable sensations, followed by s.u.c.k.i.n.g of each restrained toes - while another hooded guy did the same to his other toes, tied so tight, allowing him not even the freedom to wiggle any.
"OOOOH SHIT NOOO NO STOP STOP SOTP OH SHIT!!!" he screamed as fingers drilled and ran up and down both soles of his feet, with toes s.u.c.k.e.d and tongued.
Curt was in a hell of never ending misery and torments - his body subjected to this relentless edging, milking and tickle torture for several more hours. Hours later, when they stopped, they untied each toe, and took the restraints off each arm, leg, and carefully removed the rubber suit and hood that baked his body, as he was being unmercifully tickle tortured, c.o.c.k polished and palmed over and over.
He was covered in his sweat, his hair matted and wet on his head, his eyes wide and wild as if terrorized, and his voice sounding delirious almost from the tickle torture. The straight youth couldn't stand, and was traumatized by the intensity of the tickle torture was so weak from his ordeal and had to be carried from the room to his cell to recover giving him a short break before his next tickle torture session.
His tormentors in the room - and the huge live streamed viewing audience of wealthy subscribers and potential buyers - unfortunately for Curt - loved seeing him wrath and endure the edging and tickle. Curt would be forced into that rubber suit and neoprene suits many more times. Sometimes it would just expose his d.i.c.k and balls, his f.u.c.k meat shaft with blue estim straps just below the knob halfway down, while pads on his loose duck sized balls.
Curt's body rested two days and then was subjected to non-stop tickle torture for two days followed by two days of rest, repeating the cycle for an agonizing two week period for the Alpha Male.
Though still defiant and enraged at what was being done to him, Curt couldn't help suppress the gnawing growing feeling of pure despair. How many more times could he be pushed to the edge of insanity by non-stop edging, fondling, l.i.c.k.i.n.g, tickling, and whipping over and over? He shuddered at that thought, trying to stave off the hysterical panic that he would be turned over to that huge guy he injured while they were tying him down for the tickle torture - and then later to that group of wealthy tickle torture sadists that wanted to torture him with endless tickle torture - especially to his feet - for a solid month.
The endless and relentless tickle torture truly traumatized Curt, his muscular body shaking from the ordeal as they carried then dragged him to his cell.
In his cell now, resting until the tickle torture resumed, Curt wept. And then he stopped as the Alpha Male side of him berated the weeping. Man up Curt!!!! F.u.c.k.i.n.g Man Up!!!! Don't let these faggot perverts break you!!!!
He stopped crying. He glared at the camera focused on his tied up body in his cell, lifting his middle finger on his restrained wrist and arm toward the camera mouthing the word s "f.u.c.k you".
But a small part of his brain screamed at him when his bravado failed him: it was he who was f.u.c.k.e.d.
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