For Part One, the link is here: viewtopic.php?t=26989 Here's Part 2. Sorry for the delay.
Eddie was sobbing behind the itchy wool hood that covered his head. His lips were stretched painfully from the large rubber ball and washcloth that were packed into his mouth behind his teeth and extending his jaw. The sticky tape keeping everything in place made even his loudest pleas for help barely audible, pathetic mumbles. His legs quivered from the way they were brutally tied to the ladder, his hips on fire from his legs being splayed apart, and his shoulders burning from his arms being pulled together above and behind his head.
The past 60 minutes had been absolute hell. Lindsay, after reapplying the hood (and securing it around his neck with duct tape) and tying his cock and balls with the shoelace, had proceeded to utterly destroy him with a combination of tickling and tease & denial that he didn't think possible. "Now, you must be punished," she had said as she playfully slapped his cock after giving it a pump and then admonishing him for getting hard. She lightly spider tickled his balls and stroked his cock with her hands, until he was grunting rapidly and trying, unsuccessfully, to thrust his hips. She laughed evilly and stopped, lightly squeezing his balls. "Not so fast, honey." She then savagely tickled him, casually, but unrelenting in her assault on his ticklish flesh, particularly his sides and exposed inner thighs. She continued until he was about to pass out, then stopped.
"Time for round two," she replied with a giggle after giving him roughly 30 seconds to wheeze for air through his hood. His chest heaved as he tried to force the air through his nose into his starved lungs. Once again, his whole body stiffened and he whimpered as she took a hold of his hard organ and began to work it softly and skillfully with her hands. Slow then fast, then stopping before continuing slowly again, careful not to give him full strokes, lest he climax all over her dress as she perched herself on a stool in front of his helpless form. Again it continued until he was whimpering and crying out, this time higher pitched than before. She again stopped and pulled an electric toothbrush out of her purse, turning it on and then deviously placing it on his nipple while the other hand tickled his armpit.
It felt like a bolt of lightning on his hyper sensitive nipples as the bristles assaulted them. He squirmed and tried to twist away, but the brutal tie downs kept him stationary for her torturous machinations. She continued to taunt him during the ordeal. "You know, I'd probably stop if you just asked me to and apologized. How rude of you to be sitting here, naked and horny, in front of a woman who isn't even your girlfriend or significant other. It's very forward of you, and not appreciated." She was smirking and trying to suppress a laugh as she said it. She found it arousing and irresistibly fun to continue her torment of the beautiful, glistening and helpless body of her best friend's boytoy. Again, when his laughter (or the very muffled attempts to laugh) went silent and he was bucking mutely, she stopped and allowed him to try to breath again, all while she stood and prepared more instruments of torture.
The cycle went on and one, for at least 6 times, bringing him right to the brink of orgasm, then stopping before he could unload his seed and tickling him till he was nearly blacking out. Her tools for tickling varied from baby oil and a soft hair brush, to a plastic fork she slowly dragged across his taut skin, to her sadistic fingernails. Each deft stroke and tease of his cock left him lurching and pleading ineffectively into his brutal gag. Even her taunting would change, shifting from one of punishment to one of almost pity. "Awww, is someone being tortured?" she would ask, eliciting a whimper and anxious nod of his head. She would just smile wickedly and continue.
At one point, Eddie thought he would literately die from the sensation on his cock. She had tickled him lightly with her fingertips, a bit of a respite from her previous cycles. But then the most terrifying, electrifying sensation occurred as she applied the toothbrush to the tip of his rock hard cock. He would have jumped a mile had it not been for the straps brutally holding him down. That cycle seemed to last for an eternity, but was probably the shortest one of them all considering how close he was to spraying his load everywhere just from the sensation in the head of his penis. It was a wonder he didn't cum, Lindsay thought to herself as she turned off the brush and set it down. She stood and looked him over.
He was glistening with sweat, his hood damp with it. His skin, from his upper arms down to his knees glowed pink from either fingernails, toothbrushes, forks, hairbrushes, or other implements of the tickle torture. But his cock and balls seemed most abused. His balls bulged from the blood flow to them and the shoelace that kept them tight. They were purple in color from lack of release, and the slightest touch of them from her hand made him recoil and whimper in frustrated agony. His cock was much the same, purpled from abuse and throbbing from lack of release. She had been at it for about an hour and decided he had had enough. "Eddie, thank you so much for this. It was exactly what I needed. Now it's been a lot of fun, but I have to go. I guess you'd like to cum though, huh?" She almost burst out laughing at how frantic his nods were and his gagged 'yes' seemed to be emitting from behind that washcloth, ball, tape and hood covering his head.
"Well, ok. But I'm not going to be the one that finishes you off, you'll have to do it on your own. But I'll give you some help." Eddie heard her moving around and picking up stuff from the shelves that surrounded him, but was unable to see what lie in wait for him. Then he felt a small metallic cylinder being strapped to the end of his cock, just under his head. A light tickle as something, or somethings, were placed under his balls made him incredibly nervous and begin to beg into his gag. "Oh, don't be weak. This is just another test." She said proudly as she turned the vibrator on his cock to a low setting -- too low for him to orgasm, but high enough he wouldn't be able to avoid staying hard and excited. "Now you shouldn't have a problem cumming," she lied with a chuckle. "And to keep you company till you escape these straps" - her hands slipped over the straps, tightening them even more and making sure there was no escape - "is this." With that, she flipped a switch.
The drill locked into place beneath his balls turned to max speed and the feather duster attachment began to spin rapidly. The tips of the feathers brushed against his aching, hypersensitive balls and his inner thighs and he shrieked as loud as he could into the gag. He frantically pulled against his restraints and tried to raise his legs to avoid the evil feathers but it was of no use. She smiled wickedly as she put binder clips on each nipple. "Now be a good boy and don't make a mess for Katie to clean up." With that she stroked the side of his face before bending down to slap his balls hard. "Have fun!" she called out as she walked out the door, her smile wide locked it, trapping him in his hellish tickle torture chamber.