“Suits me fine, Nickyboy!”, laughed Mr. Tickles, “You sure are a little tickle-slut, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”.
And with that, the fiend began to grope and stroke and pinch and tickle me all over, while I wiggled and giggled and gurgled behind the rubber gag. My awful position atop the table with my elbows bound off to my knees and my butt poking up and out left me inadvertently bonking my face into the table, so he at least had the decency to place a small pillow for my head before he renewed his assault on my feet, surprising me and causing me to howl and arch my back high in surprise before floundering around, utterly unable to escape his fingers as they mercilessly tickled my soles as they dangled off the table. Every so often, he would direct his tickling higher, stroking my ass and even glancing between my ass-cheeks, which drove me insane.
I was blubbering behind the gag now, barely able to catch my breath while he resumed tickling me all over the place as he slowly sauntered around the table, telling me he enjoyed viewing my struggles from various angles. Both times that he lingered to the side of the table-top I was tied-off to, he would take the opportunity to really tickle the hell out of my torso, since he was able to reach down and catch me on both sides. I was squalling and wailing with my face pressed into the pillow below when he’d insinuate his long fingers into my underarms. I was slightly able to flex them in this compromised pose, put not enough to stop him from sending me into spastic hysterics from the armpit and high rib tickling I dreaded so fiercely. At times, his fingers would traipse down to tickle and stroke my nipples, which made me scream in surprise (but secretly felt really awesome).
The entire time, Mr. Tickles was taunting me, saying things like, “Look at you wagging your tail like a good little tickle-pet! You must really have a tight little ass if you’d rather I keep you in stitches like THIS instead of a little butt fun, Nick. Who knows, you might like your tight teen hole filled. Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, is all I’m saying to you, Nicky. But in the meantime, if you love being tickled like this instead, I’m happy to oblige! You are more fun than a barrel of monkeys, Nick! Oh, and what’s this? It looks like you DO love being my tickle-slut, don’t you? Yes you do! Why, your little pecker is standing at attention for Mr. Tickles again! Yes, you ARE a happy tickle toy, aren’t you, Niki-Wiki-Poo!”
And then Mr. Tickles was teasing my junk with his fingertips! It tickled like crazy, and he had me throbbing and panting from stroking my balls and cock as he milked them in a downward fashion, like one might a cow in a barn. Just as I was really getting worked up and heading towards another massive load, I suddenly feel him grab around the base of my balls and cock, and I feel a tight binding tied around them, so that they are captured like that, bright red and hyper-excited, and I’m again dripping pre-cum and growling in frustration.
“There! That ought to hold you, Nick. Now, what do you say? Are you ready for a little butt-play, or shall I keep on tickling you silly? As always, the verdict is yours, Nick. Whichever you decide! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
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