By Tkld2DethinNY
Ted and I had been friends ever since we met at our complex’s Laundromat about six months ago. Ted had no idea how to do laundry, and I couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to figure out what colors would run and which wouldn’t. So I stepped in to help the guy out, and we hit it off just great.
I should mention that Ted stands 6′ 3″, weighs 215 pounds, has deep brown eyes, and dark brown hair that not only covers the head above his rugged but handsome face, but mats his chest, from his well defined pecs down along his less defined but solid abdomen, vanishing into his belt line. This I knew from the first day I met him, as Ted is one of those guys who hates to wear a shirt, shoes or socks and won’t, unless he absolutely has to. As is usually the case with Ted, that day he was doing his laundry and had taken off his shirt as soon as he entered the laundry room, intending to add it, along with his socks which he also stripped off, to his wash.
I had problems taking my eyes off this big brown bare chested and barefoot bear, and when I saw his laundry separation dilemma, I just had to jump in and help. I was thrilled when, after we got talking, he told me that he was gay, too! Even though I’m 5′ 10″, 175 pounds, have brown hair and blue eyes, and have only a light coating of hair on my chest, he seemed to be just as drawn to me as I was to him, and when he invited me to dinner in his apartment that night, I accepted on the spot.
When I got to his place, Ted was wearing only a pair of black gym shorts. He invited me in and asked me to get comfortable. I told him I was fine, but he insisted that I take my shoes off. When he also pressed me to take off my socks, I had to tell him that I could not, as his floors were covered in a deep plush carpet, and I told him I had trouble going barefoot on carpeted or grass surfaces. I was not about to admit to him that I am deathly ticklish, especially on my feet, to the point that if I had gone barefoot on that carpet, I wouldn’t have gotten five feet across it before I would have burst into hysterical laughter.
Ted smiled at me and dropped the subject, but he DID keep it in the back of his mind, as I would later find out.
We had a great dinner, after which we relaxed on his couch and watched TV. As the night progressed, I laid my head on Ted’s lap, and began to play with his chest hair. To my surprise, as I twirled my finger in the hair just over his left pec, he began to giggle. Always the evil tickler, I began to use my other fingers to lightly stroke the skin beneath the fur on his chest, and, to my delight, his giggling quickly turned into outright laughter. Ted was ticklish, and I was going to take FULL advantage of that fact!
Using both hands now, I began to tickle all over his naked torso, going from his chest to his armpits, to his exposed ribs, down to his stomach, then into his hyper ticklish belly button. To my joy he was laughing like a baby, and squirming all over the couch trying to escape my wiggling fingers. However, with me laying on his lap, I was making escape impossible, and I stepped up my tickle attack. Remembering that he was also barefoot, I decided to test those size 12 triple E tootsies, so, while I kept up the attack on his torso with my right hand, I reached down with my left and tickled the bottom of his right foot, which was twisted so the sole was exposed and a perfect target for a tickle attack. It was music to my ears when he screamed with laughter at the foot tickling and began to shout, “Nhoohoohoot on the fheeheeheet! Oh PLHEEHEEHEESE! Nhoohoot on the BHAARE FHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!”.
He tried to stand up in order to dislodge me from his lap. To his surprise, I allowed him to do so, but not for the reason he thought. I rolled off the couch and grabbed his ankles as he was off balance. Locking them in the crook of my left arm, I went to work on the soles of both his bare feet at the same time, and this was driving him insane. He was screaming “NHOOHOOHOO! NHOOHOOT THEEHEERE! PLHEEHEESE, NHOOHOOT THEEHEEHEERE!”, as I went to work on his surprisingly tender arches. I found that a light touch on the arches worked best there, while lightly using my nails on his soles and the balls of his feet made his laughter go up an octave. Tickling both feet at once was really driving him nuts, and, to my delight I could see a nice tent forming in the crotch area of his black shorts. Just like with me, tickling turned him on!
I now decided that I would ‘go for the kill’, so I lifted his feet up to my face and, while I continued my attack with my nails on his foot bottoms, I started to nibble on his naked toes and slip my tongue between them. This was driving him out of his mind, as the screams began to become incoherent in his hysterical laughter, “NHOOHOOT THE THOOIHOOHOOES! Oh God! PLHEEHEESE! DHOOHOON’T THEEHEECKLE MHAAHAAY THOOHOOHOOHOOES! NHOOHOOT MHAAHAAY THOOHOOHOOES!” he bellowed. I continued this tactic for the next 15 minutes without stopping for a second. Then I thought I’d give him a chance, so I asked, “I’m having loads of fun doing this, and it sounds like you are, too. Why do you want me to stop? What will you do to make me stop?”. “HAAHAANYTHEEHEENG! HAAHAA’LL DHOO HAAHAAHAANHEETHEEHEENG! JHAAHAAST STHAAHAAP THEEHEECKLING MHAAHAAY THOOHOOHOOES! PLHEEHEESE! HAAHAAY BHEEHEEG YHOOHOOHOO!”, he responded.
I was victorious, so I decided to crown my victory and instructed him, “Get those shorts off. NOW! Or I’ll tickle your feet and toes for a full HOUR!” . “YHEEHEES! HAAHAA’LL STRHEEHEEP MHAAHAAY SHOOHOORTS! JUST PLHEEHEESE STHOOHOOP THEEHEECKLING MHEEHEEHEE!” he pleaded. “Get them off, or it’s back to your toes! I’ll give you up to three. If they’re not off by then, it’s the Toe Torture for you!” I said triumphantly, “One….Two…”. Shaking all over, he slipped off his shorts and they dropped down to his trapped ankles before I got the second word out of my mouth. I was thrilled to see that there, exposed for all the world to see, was his magnificent cock, fully erect and dripping with pre cum. He was ready to explode!
“Wanna cum?” I asked sadistically, allowing my fingers to leave his soles and wander up to play with the pads of his wiggling toes.
“YHEEHEES! PLHEEHEEHEESEHAAHAAHAAHAA!” was the immediate answer. With that, I dropped his feet, spread his legs, and slipped my lips over his engorged cock, all the time kneading his sides right at the belt line, a very sensitive spot on this ticklish bears body. It didn’t take long before his uncontrollable laughter turned into a combination of tortured laughter and cries of ecstasy, and he exploded in a wild orgasm. I made sure he was milked dry before I stopped sucking and tickling, then leaned back and took in the sight of my conquered bear. He just lay there, his bare chest heaving with each breath, his naked skin glistening beneath the mat of hair which was also slicked down by the river of perspiration that covered his naked frame. The best part was that broad smile that covered his cute face, a smile of pure satisfaction.
After that Ted and I got together regularly over the next three months for tickle torture sessions and long, passionate sex sessions. I regularly forced Ted into fantastic orgasms by fiendishly tickling every inch of that big ticklish body of his, and I quickly mapped out every ticklish spot on him, from his hyper sensitive arches to that ‘sweet spot’ on his lower sides just above his hips. I was in total control of his body, and I loved it!, And I soon realized that our friendship was beginning to border on a love affair. It was then that Ted asked me if I would like to go with him to his secluded cabin upstate for the long 4th of July weekend. The word ‘Yes!’ was out of my mouth before he even finished the sentence, and that big smile again graced his broad and handsome face. The only thing different, though, was that, for some reason, I seemed to detect a bit of a deviousness in that smile that I had never seen before. I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination. I would soon learn that it was not a wise decision.
It took us 3 1/2 hours to drive to the place, as it truly was secluded, on a dirt road miles away from any other domicile. He owned 100 acres, so privacy was a guarantee here. He told me that we would have lots to do, as he had a wide stream running through the property and he had dug out a real old fashioned Swimmin’ Hole for our use. Also, as the temperatures were supposed to be in the mid to high 80’s, there would be plenty of time to swim, sun, and just have a great time with nature. It was all true; the spot was beautiful.
We entered the cabin, which was larger than I had anticipated and was well furnished and had all the amenities one would want, including dish TV!
As was normal with Ted, as soon as we entered the place his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants came off, but this time he added his underwear as well, and he stood just inside the door butt naked. “Your turn!”, he said, but, being the shy prude that I am, I stood there and meekly said, “Maybe latter.”. “Not the right answer.” Ted said, with that devious smile now dancing across his face, and, before I knew what was going on, he was on me, his fingers running up and down my sides. “Stop! Heeheehee” I said as I tried to back away from his tickling fingers, but he only sped up his tickle attack. I tried to tickle him back, but if I raised my hands to tickle him, his fingers darted into my armpits, causing me to draw my arms back to protect my pits. He would then return, unmolested, to my ribs and stomach, tickling me all over my torso.” Gonna take your clothes off?” he asked, tickling me mercilessly. “Nhoohoohoo! Stop! Nhoohoohoo!” I pitifully demanded, knowing full well that I could not enforce my demand.
As the tickle attack continued, I began to lose my strength, and slide down on my knees. During the tickling, my shirt had become untucked from my pants, which allowed him to get his fingers underneath and attack my bare skin which caused my laughter to go up an octave, as I am much more ticklish on bare skin as I am through any clothing. As I sank to the floor, Ted grabbed the end of my shirt and slide it up and off of me. I grabbed the shirt as it came up over my head and held on tight, but he said, “Fighting back, eh? Well, I can fix that!”, at which point he brought the fingers of his right hand up into my left armpit and wiggled them around wildly as he held tight to my shirt with his left. He jumped from pit to pit, tickling me silly until I finally relented and let go of the shirt. “Good boy!”, he said, “Now I can start really tickling you!”. If I wasn’t laughing uncontrollably, I would have cried.
He straddled me and tickled my now naked torso non-stop for the next half hour. If I protected my pits, he tickled my belly, if I brought my arms down to protect my stomach, he tickled my nipples, which I was shocked to learn were very ticklish. If I brought my arms up to protect my tits, he worked on my lower sides and waist, a VERY sensitive spot on me. By the time he was done I was tickled totally helpless, which is exactly what he was going for.
He immediately grabbed my ankles and stood up, holding them in the crook of his arm. I knew I was in deep trouble, so I did the only thing I could think of doing; I started to beg, “Please Ted! Don’t tickle my feet! Tickle me anywhere else you want, but PLEASE, not on my FEET!”, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He flicked my sneakers off effortlessly, and quickly peeled off my socks, exposing my bare size 9 feet to the world. I am the most ticklish when my feet are warm and moist, like right after I take a shower, or immediately after I take off my shoes and socks, and this was a fact that Ted seemed to instinctively know. It was now time for Round 2 of begging, “NOOOO! Ted, PLEASE don’t! PLEASE don’t tickle my bare feet! NOT MY BARE FEET! NHOOHOOHOO! PLHEEHEEHEESE!”,. The begging was for nothing. The barefoot tickling had begun.
I quickly found out that Ted was an expert tickler, as he worked my bare feet over like a true professional. He raked his nails the length of both soles over and over, alternating the pressure with each pass to determine what worked best. He soon determined that a light stroke with his fingertips worked best on my arches, while scratching lightly on the soles worked best there, with a little more pressure needed to get the best result on the heels. He didn’t just use his fingers. Taking a tip from my tickling technique, he applied his tongue to my toes, and was delighted to learn that slipping his tongue in between my toes drove me out of my mind with ticklishness. He also found that nibbling on my toes definitely got a reaction, but his tongue, licking the pads as well as the spaces between the toes caused me to fall into absolute hysterics. He had learned my #1 weakness; my toes, and I was sure he also surmised that, as I responded so well to his soft tongue, I was probably feather sensitive, which I am.
Through my tear filled eyes I had noticed something, too. Ted’s cock was rock hard, and my own dick was growing to the point that it was pressing against my undershorts, and was staining them with precum! I was totally turned on by this torture, just like Ted was.
Finally, Ted took his mouth off my toes so he could ask “Ready to take those pants off? Undo them so I can get them off, or I’ll go back to work on your toes, and I won’t give you a break for at least an hour this time!”. While he had stopped tickling my toes, his assault on my soles never let up, as he continued to stroke both soles with his index and middle finger, one on each bare sole.
With great effort, and still laughing uncontrollably from the foot tickling I was still receiving, I lifted my arms off the floor and undid my belt and the clasp on my jeans, and unzipped the zipper. “Now pull them down as far as you can, and I mean the underwear too!” Ted ordered. I complied. I would do anything if I thought it would stop the torture of my bare feet. Once my pants and undershorts were down to my thighs, I couldn’t take them any further, as Ted continued to hold my legs up so he had clear access to my soles. He now proceeded to tickle my toes mercilessly. “NHOOHOOHOOHOO! YHOOHOOU PRHOOHOOMISED HEEHEEHEE! NOT MAHHY THOOHOOES!”, but he kept on tickling with his fingers. He tickled the pads of all ten digits at once, then tickled the base of my toes with his fingers while he returned his tongue to the spaces between them. He kept up this toe tickling for the next twenty minutes, until I was totally tickled helpless, and just lay there on the floor, a blob of hysterical jelly.
At this point Ted dropped my legs, pulled my pants and underwear off with a single tug, and, as I lay there helpless, naked, still laughing uncontrollably on the floor, he put his right bare foot on my naked chest and posed for a moment, like a hunter displaying his fallen trophy.
Now, moving on to the next step, he wiggled the bare toes of his right foot on my stomach, tickling me silly. Then he reached down and effortlessly took me under my arms, picked me up, and with relative ease slung me over his left shoulder, “Now, lets get you to the bedroom.” he announced, and as he carried me toward the closed door that I had noticed when we first entered the cabin, which felt like weeks ago. As he walked to the door, he began to tickle my now naked ass cheeks and asshole, which no one had ever done to me. To my horror, I found that this tickled as bad as having my lower sides tickled, which, for me,, means it tickled like HELL! What was even worse was when he began to lightly run his fingers around the rim of my asshole. I was back to hysterical laughter immediately, and he kept up his ass tickle attack until we entered the room and he got to the bed, at which point he plopped me down on my back, and spread my arms out.
As I very slowly began to regain some semblance of composure, I immediately realised that he had already attached a nicely padded restraint over my right wrist, which held my right arm outstretched and immobile. He was now doing the same to my left arm, and it was only now that I had the composure to notice that the bed, which had a beautiful brass headboard and footboard, was also set up with a well developed restraint system! My arms were now restrained out, with my armpits and torso totally exposed and helpless, and now he was working on my right ankle. The restraints at the footboard were placed on the top of the brass railing, which was padded for the ‘victims’ comfort, so that, after he restrained both of my ankles, my feet were not only immobile, but they were spread out and raised, which raised my lower body slightly off the bed so that only my upper body, from the small of my back to my shoulders, were laying on the bed. This position not only left my bare feet totally helpless and exposed, it also left my ass and genitals totally exposed to whatever he had in mind. Strangely, I found myself not only terrified by this new experience, but also totally turned on by it!
“Now,” announced Ted, “so you know what you’re in for. Over the past three months you’ve tickled me to orgasm a total of 28 times. I am going to do the same to you, but I’m going to tickle 28 orgasms out of you in the next three DAYS!”. Sheer panic grabbed hold of my soul. “I’m gonna lock all your cloths in the car, so you’ll be naked the entire three days. Don’t worry, I’ll be naked too. I want you to service me, also, while we’re here.”, he continued. “I’m gonna explore every inch of your body, find every ticklish spot on you, and work the most ticklish of them over, and over, and over. I can see that you like the idea, as Mr. Dick is at full attention!’. He was right. Even in this God awful position, I was rock hard, and oozing precum in buckets! “I have an assortment of ‘toys’ I want to try on you, too. I get a feeling that you’re feather sensitive, so I have an assortment of feathers I want to try on your bare feet. I also have a nice soft artists brush that I think will work wonders between your toes, and wait until you see what I have in store for your pits, sides, and those sensitive tits of yours!.” he stated. I was starting to really panic now.
“Please, Ted. Don’t do this. This is kidnapping! I really hate being tickled. Please, I beg you, don’t tickle me. Especially like this! I admit it, I’m SUPER ticklish on my bare skin. Don’t tickle me like this. PLEASE, don’t tickle me while I’m NAKED!” . Ted just smiled.
He walked away for a few moments, allowing my imagination to run wild. Little did I know that what was going to happen to me over the next 3 days was far beyond anything I could imagine.
When he returned, he had a tray with him. Laid out on the tray was an assortment of ‘toys’. Stiff turkey, pheasant, and hawk feathers, and some silky soft ones that I didn’t recognize, paint brushes of all sizes, a deadly looking artists brush, hair brushes, both plastic and hair bristled, a battery operated electric toothbrush, Q-Tips, long, fuzzy pipe cleaners that were set in groups of five, twisted together at the bottom so they could be used 5 at a time, and a rubber tipped dental pick. “These are the toys I’m gonna use on you. Not just on your feet, but all over your naked body.” Ted announced. He then proceeded to explain what he intended to do with each item, and my heart almost stopped with terror. But then he put his plans into actions, and I wished my heart HAD stopped.
He began with the turkey and pheasant feathers, using the turkey feather to tickle the bottom of my naked left foot, while he slowly drew the pheasant feather between each and every toe of my right foot. I was instantly in hysterics, and desperately trying to beg him to stop, but only a static cackle could be heard between the roaring laughter the feathers were producing from me. After a half hour of this, he switched to the pipe cleaners, placing one between each toe on both bare feet. then, holding them where they were connected at the base, he was able to slide them all over between all ten toes at once. He was literally tickling me to death.
“STHAAHAAHAAP! PLHEEHEESE! YHOOHOOHOOUR K-KHEEHEELLING MHEEHEE!” I screamed, “YHOOHOOUR TICKLING MHEEHEEHEE TO DHEEHEEATH! I CHAAHAAN’T STAND HEEHEEHEET!”, to which he answered “I would never break a toy, especially one I loved. I’m just going to see how many shades of pink I can tickle you before I start tickling the cum out of you. Let’s see what happens when we add a bit of spice!”, at which point he began licking the sole of first my right foot, then my left, all the time working those damnable pipe cleaners between my toes. I was in Tickle Hell, but my cock was in even worse shape, straining to shoot its load.
Ted used each and every ‘toy’ on my feet over the next two hours, and I had long since lost the power of speech, so I couldn’t even beg him to do the one thing I desperately needed him to do; help me cum! Finally, after 15 minutes of the artists brush between my toes on one foot while he gave me the Tongue Treatment on the other, he stopped.
As I lay on the bed laughing uncontrollably, despite the fact that he had stopped tickling me, I felt some pressure on the left side of the bed. As I turned my head, I saw Ted lying on his right side, cradling his head in his right hand, with that big, devious grin on his face. “I think you’re ready for your first cum of the day.” he announced. “YES! Please! let me cum! I HAVE to CUM!”, I bellowed, finally getting enough composure to stop laughing.
“O.K. then. But it’s not going to be that easy.”, he added, and he raised his left hand, showing me the long stiff feather he held in it. “NOOO!” I screamed, “Please! For the love of God, don’t TICKLE me any more! I can’t STAND any more tickling! PLEASE! Have MERCY!” I begged.
“Calm down Little Buddy.” he said, “I’m gonna let you cum. You wanna cum, right?”. “YES! I HAVE to cum!, But PLEASE, no more TICKLING!” I begged. “Oh, no you don’t. If you wanna cum, you have to beg me to tickle your toes for an hour immediately after you’ve cum. You DO know that you’re usually a whole lot more ticklish after you’ve cum, and I want you to BEG me to tickle your toes right after orgasm.” Ted instructed. “No, Ted. I can’t. I can’t be tickled any more. You’ll kill me! Is that what you want to do?” I responded. “”Oh, don’t be a baby. You can’t be tickled to death unless you have a heart condition or something, and I KNOW you’re as healthy as a horse.” Ted continued, “Now, if you’re not gonna make it easy on yourself…”, and he began to wave the feather back and forth, right over my totally vulnerable and exposed balls
.”I’m gonna tickle your balls with this feather until you beg me to tickle your toes after you cum.” he instructed. “NOOO! PLEASE Ted! Not that! ANYTHING but THAT!” I pleaded. “Then beg me to tickle your toes after you cum!” he added, “Here comes the feather!” he announced, as he slowly lowered the waving instrument lower and lower toward my naked, exposed ball sack. “It’s coming closer. Closer. Closer. CONTACT!”, and with that the feather made its first pass along my balls, right at the base of my swollen dick. The feel of it made me scream like I had never screamed before, and the feel of it stroking my ball sack, especially after I had had such a prolonged foot tickling, was a torture I had never felt before, and could only pray I would never feel again. A prayer that would go unanswered that weekend.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” he cooed as he stroked my balls, driving me back into hysterical laughter. I had never had my balls tickled before, and I couldn’t believe how ticklish I was there. It made the ass tickling I had received earlier feel good in comparison. This was almost as bad as what he had done to me on my toes, but it was worsened by the fact that this was not only tickling like hell, it was also intensifying my desperate need for orgasm. I was slowly going mad, both from the tickling and the overwhelming desire for sexual release.” itchy, kitchy coo! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”, he continued to tease. “I’m having SO much fun tickling these ticklish balls! Kootchy coo! Kootchy coo! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle! Kitchy, kitchy kitchy!”. The feather never stopped in its torturous route over my naked ball sack.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, and shouted “HAAHAAY GHEEHEEVE! I SURRENDER! HAAHAAHAA! HAAY GHEEHEEVE HAAHAAP! YHOOHOOU WIN! HEEHEEHEE! I GHEEHEEVE HUP! HEEHEEHAAHAAHEEHEE!”. “What’s that? You give ‘hap’? What’s ‘hap’?”, Ted countered, “If you give UP, then say it! Say you want me to tickle your toes after you cum! Say it, or I’ll tickle your balls all day!”. “YHEEHEES! HAAHAAY GIVE UP! HEEHEEHAAHAAHOOHOO!” I begged, “THEEHEECKLE MHAAY THOOHOOES! LHEEHEET MHEE CUM THEN THEEHEECKLE MHAAY THOOOHOES!”. Ted had me and he knew it, and even through my tear filled eyes I could see that grin of pure satisfaction cover his face. The bear had taken down his prey, and now he owned it!
Now, triumphantly, he dipped the feather under my balls, so he was tickling the skin between my balls and my asshole. This tickled even more, but what made this bearable was that he lowered his head to my crotch and took my member into his mouth. He gently massaged my shaft with his lips while his tongue played with my dick head. I was in agony and ecstasy all at the same time. His expert technique worked wonders, and in no time my laughter was mixed with shouts of euphoria, and I was shooting my load.
He milked me dry, then went in and got a pan of warm water and a washcloth and washed the cum that remained off my genitals. Then he patted my crotch dry, moved down to the end of the bed, and tenderly began to insert the fuzzy pipe cleaners between all ten of my toes. “Please Ted! Don’t! Have mercy, man! Not NOW! Please don’t tickle me NOW! Especially THERE! PLHEEHEESE!”, but it was to no avail, the toe tickling had begun.
He tickled me non-stop for the next hour, and only stopped because he was so turned on he needed relief. To get it, he straddled me up by my shoulders, and presented his cock to me right in front of my face. “I want you to give me a blow job.” he ordered, “If you get me to cum in ten minutes or less, I’ll tickle your balls until you’re ready to cum and then I’ll milk you again, so you’ll have two of your cums down for today. If you don’t get me off in ten minutes, I’m gonna tickle your feet and balls at the same time, and I’m gonna keep that up until you’re hard. Then I’ll milk you, and, once you cum, I’ll tickle you in four spots at once until you’re ready to cum again, then you’ll have your second chance to get me off.” he told me. “Ready to get me off?”, “YES!” I yelled, ‘I’ll get you off! Just don’t tickle me any more. Please!”. “You still don’t get it, do you Little Buddy?” he continued, “I’m gonna tickle cums out of you ALL WEEKEND! There’s nothing you can do about that, just try to get some breathing room by servicing me. That’s the only pity you’re gonna get this weekend, understand?”. I was terrified, but I knew I was in no position to argue, so I meekly said “Yes sir! I understand. I’ll make you cum. I’ll give you a great blow job. Just don’t tickle me for at least a few minutes! Please!”. “I won’t tickle….your feet or balls at least. But there IS one little catch. You’re gonna blow me while I tickle your upper body. Can’t have my hands idle, you know. Devils tools and all.”. Ted said. What could I do? I took his cock into my mouth and began giving him the same type blow job I did when we first met. Figured if I could satisfy him, he might show me some mercy.
As I started to massage his member with my lips and caress his dickhead with my tongue, I suddenly felt his fingers fluttering about on my exposed bare sides, and uncontrollable laughter started to set in. I used all my will power to stay on task, and, despite the laughter that was erupting within me, I kept his shaft firmly in my mouth, and kept playing with his cock with my tongue. He was tickling the shit out of my ribs and belly, but at least he wasn’t tickling my feet or balls, and that’s what I tried to concentrate on. After less than five minutes of this, I felt his fingers start pressing into my sides a bit harder, and I knew he was on the brink, so I stepped up the speed as best I could, with his fingers continuing their assault on my torso. Within minutes he stopped tickling me, went stiff, and groaned a groan of total pleasure as his semen burst out in my mouth. I milked Ted dry, and when he stopped cumming I released his cock and he fell back on the bed, exhausted and euphoric.
As he lay on me, his back was pressing against my dick, which, during all of this had again become rock hard. This didn’t seem to go unnoticed by my Big Bear, as he reached back with both hands and started tickling the soles of both of my feet. But he didn’t stop there. He slipped his legs down so he was able to put his toes into my armpits, and he began to wiggle his toes in both my hairy pits and tickle them both at the same time, all the while keeping up his attack on my bare feet. I was in absolute hysterics, and getting harder by the minute!
Suddenly he started to giggle like a little girl. “The haahairs in yhoohoour pits haare theeheekling my thoohooes!” he said. Unfortunately, I was in no position to do anything about it. Not even beg him to stop tickling me there then. I was too busy laughing my ass off because of the continued foot and pit tickling I was getting! Now he started to rock back and forth on top of me, causing the bare skin of his back to massage my dick, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. When he moved his fingers up to the base of my toes on both feet, and moved his toes down to my very sensitive waist area, I lost it, and shot my load all over his naked back.
With that look of success that he was wearing far too often that day, he got off of me, looked me in the face and crowed “Cum #2! Only 7 more left for today. Now, lets get to work on those toes again!”, and that’s exactly what he did, as he picked up the pheasant feather and began to work it between my wiggling toes. I was instantly back in Tickle Hell, and he compounded it by grabbing the turkey feather and tickling me behind my balls with it. I had never been tickled so badly in my life, and my constant stream of hysterical laughter proved it.
Before he let me off the bed that first day he had made me cum seven times, and he had cum four. We showered together, and each came once more, and, after tickle drying each other, we agreed (since he was tickling my foot and wouldn’t stop until I did) that he would cook and I would wash the dishes. Before he untied me, however, he had gone outside, and when he came back he announced “I locked all your clothes in the car trunk, so don’t go looking for anything to wear. You’re going naked all weekend long, and that’s that. But, on the bright side, so am I.”. The smile that covered his face was contagious, and I smiled back.
He BBQ’d a fantastic steak dinner for us, and I even got used to the fact that I would be eating this and all of my meals, even the ones outside, in the nude that weekend. Thank goodness we were in a secluded spot! When we finished, he helped me clear the plates and bring them to the sink inside. I filled the sink with water and began doing my job of washing when all of a sudden I felt what was like an electric shock run through my body, and it was originating from my ass!
I turned to see Ted sitting back in a chair, looking as relaxed as he could be, holding a long ostrich feather in his left hand that he was using to stroke up and down on my bare ass! “W-What are you DHOOHOOING!” I demanded, giggling like crazy as the feather swept up and down my asshole. “Didn’t I mention that I get to tickle you while you wash the dishes? Must have slipped my mind.” he jested with a mock look of puzzlement on his face, “Get back to those dishes, or I’ll tickle you helpless and put you back in the bed, and you know what THAT means; the feet and balls!”. I certainly DID know what that meant, and, giggling all the way I turned back and resumed my dishwashing duties.
The assault on my asshole with the feather went unabated, and I was laughing hysterically in minutes. Trying desperately to hold my composure, I kept the water running as hot as I could stand it, figuring that a bit of pain would get my mind off the insane tickling sensations emanating from my buttocks. It didn’t. After a bit I felt my legs go out from under me, and I sank to my knees. Immediately Ted moved the feather from my ass to the exposed soles of my feet, tickling me even more. “Back to the dishes, unless you prefer to have your feet tickled. Believe me, I don’t mind tickling your bare feet at all!” he informed me as he swept the ostrich feather all over the bare soles of both feet. I couldn’t stand having my feet tickled like that, so I used all my strength to pull myself up, getting my soles flat on the floor, thereby shielding them from the feather. Immediately Ted resumed tickling my ass, and didn’t stop until all the dishes were washed and in the dish tray drying.
All the ass tickling had one very nasty side affect; I was again rock hard! Ted noticed that immediately, and asked “Ready for cum #9? It would be your last one for the day!”. What could I do? I knew that even if I said something like I could take care of this one myself he would only tickle me helpless and strap me back down to the bed, so I tried another tactic. “I see you’re ready for some action too, stud!”, and it was true, his cock was at attention, also. “Tell you what.” I continued, “We’ll go into the bedroom and I’ll tickle your feet while you’re tickling mine, and we’ll each give the other a blow job while we’re being foot tickled. The first one to shoot loses, has to finish off the other, then get strapped down and tickled on his most ticklish spot for an hour. Agreed?”. He smiled a wicked smile and said “You bet!”.
We went into the bedroom, laid down so our faces were next to each others cock and our fingers were on the soles of each others feet, and, on the count of three, we took each others cock into our mouths and started sucking and tickling the others feet. We were both laughing hysterically, as we each knew the others most ticklish foot spots, me on the toes and him on his arches, and those were the spots we concentrated on. Despite our hysterics, we both kept our mouths firmly on the others cock, and played with the dick head with our lips and tongues, trying desperately to get the other to shoot his load. This kept up for at least a half hour, and I knew both of us were getting exhausted. Finally, I started to let up on the tickling of his feet, moving from his arches to his less ticklish heels. He had no idea what I was up to, and continued his assault on my toes. Suddenly, not laughing as hard as he had been, he unconsciously began to concentrate more on his sexual desires than on the tickling, and I felt the tickling of my feet slow, then stop as he went rigid, then exploded in my mouth. I was victorious once more!
I sucked him dry, then sat back when he was in a position to resume his work and allowed him to complete my milking. When I had regained my composure, I looked at him, and I just lost myself in his poor, whipped cub like face. I gave in, and agreed that I would not tie him down, but I WOULD tickle his arches, at least for a half hour, which I did. Then we went into the shower, where he tickled me pink, made me cum again, then service him again. Exhausted, we went to bed and fell fast asleep.
The next morning I was awakened by an electric shock racing through my body again, but this time it was originating from my bare feet! Sure enough, there was Ted, laying across my legs, pinning them down, and using both hands to stroke the soles of both of my bare feet. I was in hysterics the first thing in the morning!
He tickled me helpless, strapped me back down to the bed, and said “Given the additional cums you had yesterday, you’re down to 18 for the rest of the weekend. May as well start on #11 right away!”. He tickled my toes for the next half hour, then stopped and left the room for a moment. When he returned, he showed me what was in his hand; a can of whipped cream! He then proceeded to spray the whipped cream all over my naked left foot. Over the sole, the top, the sides, and between the toes. When he had covered my foot with the cream, he proceeded to lick it off every inch of my poor, helpless, ticklish tootsie. He licked up and down the sole, across the top, along the sides, then in between my toes as I went out of my mind with ticklish sensations. To add insult to injury, he used his fingers to tickle all over my right foot while he licked the cream off of my left. When he had finished with my left foot, he repeated the process on my right foot with the cream, while tickling the left with his fingers. Besides being hysterical, I was again rock hard an oozing precum.
When he finished with my feet, he again disappeared, only to return with a wash basin full of warm water, a washcloth, an old fashioned cup of soap and a shaving brush, and a razor. Without saying a word he proceeded to work up a lather in the cup with the wet brush, then apply the lather all over my face, armpits and chest, tickling me with each stroke. “Time for a shave!” he announced when I was fully lathered and still laughing from the tickling of the wet, soapy brush. He then expertly shaved off all the hair on every inch of the upper part pf my body, including my face. It actually felt very good, despite the tickling I had received from the lather application. Then he picked up the washcloth, washed off any remaining lather, then rinsed the cloth and, to my horror, began to wet down my groin!
“No Ted. You wouldn’t! Not my BALLS!”. “Yep, ” he responded, “Now your balls, and your ass.”. And, true to his word, he lathered up my groin area, tickling me silly with each stroke of the brush, then my ass, and then he shaved off every hair so that I was as smooth as the proverbial baby’s bottom from the thighs up. Then he did my thighs and legs and, when he was finished there, he took the blade out of the razor, lathered up my feet, and mock shaved my feet, tickling me insane.
Once I was completely shaved, he straddled me at my waist, facing my feet, and proceeded to use a two inch paint brush to tickle me behind my balls while he tickled my sides with his toes, my left sole with his fingers, and the toes of my right foot with his teeth and tongue. The s.o.b. was tickling me in five places at once, and I was losing my mind! He kept this up for about an hour, at which time I was ready to explode, and so was he. He stopped tickling me and stood up, walked down to my feet, loosened the bonds so he could move my feet so they were right next to each other, tightened the restraints, and moved right in front of my bound feet. He then took his hard cock, covered in precum, and began to tickle my soles with his dick head! He stroked the soles up, down and across, making little designs on my foot bottoms with his hard member. The precum acted as a lubricant which allowed his dick to glide over my soles, tickling me even more. He kept this up for several minutes until he was ready to orgasm, then he placed his cock between my arches and began to gyrate his hips. He was fucking me between my bare feet!
In no time he shot his load, then looked at me and said “Your turn!”. He then again straddled me at the waist, took my swollen member in his right hand, and, tickling me behind my shaven balls with his left hand, and sucking on my ticklish toes with his mouth while he wiggled his toes about on my sides, he jerked me off until I too shot my load, Then he used a three inch paint brush to tickle all ten toes at once while he licked the tops of my feet and continued his rib tickling with his toes. I was again reduced to a blob of quivering, hysterical jelly.
He didn’t stop until I was showing signs of getting hard yet again, at which point he finally stopped, undid the bonds, and carried me over his shoulder into the shower, tickling my ass the whole way there. We both came again in the shower, and, after again tickle drying each other, it was off to the kitchen for breakfast.
Just like the night before, he prepared breakfast, and after we finished I washed the dishes while he tickled my ass with that damned ostrich feather. When I was finally done, he proclaimed “Now it’s swim time!”, which was music to my ears as it was already very warm, and the thought of a nice relaxing swim, away from the torture chamber that he called a bedroom, was something I was definitely into. Only problem was, after having my ass tickled all morning, I was horny as hell! He took care of that immediately, as he lifted my right foot up with his left hand and proceeded to lick all over my sole while he jerked me off with his right hand. I came in no time, then he hurried me out the door toward the Swimmin’ Hole.
When I got out the door I had regained my composure, and, seeing the tall grass that covered the ground between the cabin and the water, I balked at the thought of walking there barefoot. I was sensitized to the max from all the tickling I had endured over the past day and a half, and was in no shape to have grass blades stroking all over my bare feet with every step I took. It was my hope that he would at least give me my sneakers back, but that was not going to happen. Instead, he bent down and flung me over his broad shoulder and carried me to the Swimming Hole, tickling my ass the entire way, of course. When we got there, he tossed me into the water, and jumped in right behind me.
We frolicked in the water for the next several hours, splashing, swimming and, of course, tickling the afternoon away. As in the shower, the water made our skin more slippery and softer, and made it much more sensitive to the ticklings we were giving each other. I also was surprised by how stimulating it was to orgasm submerged in the water, something I could not experience in the shower. I came three times at the Swimming Hole while Ted came twice. 15 down, 13 to go, I was reminded!
The rest of the weekend went pretty much the same way. When we returned from swimming, Ted carried me back to the cabin, ass tickling all the way. He then tickled me helpless once we were inside, carried me back into the bedroom, with more ass tickling, and put me back into my bondage position. He tickled three more cums out of me before dinner, then one more at the sink with ostrich feather tickling, this time of my balls as well as my ass. Then back into the bedroom for two more tickle cums, then we both collapsed, exhausted.
The next day, our final day, he tickled the final seven cums out of me before 3 PM, and then tickled one more out of me ‘For luck!”, before we were ready to go home. After I showered, totally exhausted from three full days of tickle torture and cum control, I waited for Ted to bring my clothes back in so I could get dressed for the first time in almost 72 hours. Instead, he walked in, wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and sandals, and threw me a pair of white gym shorts. “O.K.” I said, “Fun Times over, Ted. Give me my clothes.” He looked at me and smiled, and proceeded to tickle me helpless, then tie my hands behind my back with a strip of soft fabric. “Time you got over that shyness, Little Buddy.” he said,” You’re going home in just those shorts, and I mean ALL the way home!”. At that point he slipped the shorts over my legs and up to my waist, then he tied my ankles together and carried me out to the car, sliding his hand under my shorts and tickling my ass all the way to the car.
Once we reached the car, he dropped me in the back seat, brought my legs up onto the consol between the front seats, and tied two more strips of cloth to those around my ankles, so they could be run down and tied to the bars under both front seats. This made it impossible for me to move my legs any where, and left my bare feet sticking up and exposed to the driver, who, of course, just happened to be Ted.
“Now you’re all set for the ride home!” he announced, to which I steamed “Ted, enough is enough! You’ve tickle tortured me all weekend long. Untie me and let me get dressed NOW!”. At that he immediately began tickling my toes, which shut me up and turned my protests into a torrent of laughter.
For the next three and a half hours, Ted kept one hand on the wheel, and one on my bare feet, tickling me all the way home. When we finally pulled into the parking garage, I was a sweaty, hysterical, horny mess. Ted saw my ‘condition’ forming a tent in my white shorts, and climbed in the back and, pulling the shorts down, gave me one final blow job right there, in the parking garage, in the back of the car. Considering the state I was in, I didn’t care where we were, and I shot my load in no time. After that, Ted tickled my feet and balls for another half hour, then untied my ankles and got out of the car. I heard him rummaging around in the trunk, then he came back. He tickled my feet until I was tickled helpless, then untied my wrists. Then I heard the beep of the doors being locked and the alarm set, and noticed that all the doors were closed except the right back passenger door, through which I immediately exited and closed behind me.
When I was out of the car, I looked around for my suitcase, but it was no where to be seen. It was only then, as another car pulled into the garage and I noticed the kids in the back seat starring, that I realized that Ted had left me in the garage clad in nothing but my white gym shorts! He had slipped my house key into the small pocket of the shorts, but I now had to walk across the parking lot, along the walkway to our complex, and get into the elevator with my neighbors all about, and me shirtless and barefoot! Of course, it was just my luck to run into every neighbor that I knew. I was especially uncomfortable in the elevator, which I was forced to share with three elderly women, all of whom I knew, and the 17 year old kid who I always suspected was gay, a fact that was confirmed by his failure to take his eyes off my practically naked body the entire ride up in the elevator. He even ‘missed’ his floor so he could stay an ogle me a bit longer, and just ‘happened’ to realize it at my floor, so he could get off and watch me walk back to my apartment.
When I got to my door, my suitcase was right in front of it, with a note lying on top reading, “Dinner is at 8. Dress appropriately. Love, Ted”.
At 8 o’clock sharp Ted’s doorbell rang. he appeared at his door dress, as usual, in nothing but a pair of maroon shorts, that complimented his brown chest hair perfectly. His rugged, handsome face unfolded in a broad and loving smile when he saw me standing there, dressed in nothing but my white gym shorts, carrying a bottle of wine in my right hand, and an ostrich feather in my left. “YOU are doing the dishes tonight!” I announced, and we went inside for what would be one in a long string of fun filled nights we would share together, now as boyfriends.