A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Being already night and driving in a zone totally unfamiliar to him, Cohen wanted to arrive as soon as possible at his new friends place. The road was so lonely that he was anxious for not seeing a soul in the last four miles since he left behind the town.
-I'm not lost –he told trying to encourage himself. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Before nightfall the sky got overcast and the clouds acquired a stormy gleam. The persistent drizzle that escorted him the last hour made him unfold the collapsible roof. Cohen hadn’t heard a word about the bad weather. Actually he never paid attention to that, much less when he’s going after fun, which he did most of the time. He’s 19 after all.
-This guy Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning, even though he’s new to the site. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so.
Cohen saw the silhouette of a house further on. In that moment the GPS got into a mess for no apparent reason. The lad maneuvered his phone with one hand while held the wheel with the other. Then another trouble came up: his car began to slow down till get dead.
-What the fuck?! I filled up the tank in the last stop! –He yelled in total perplexity at the view of the fuel gauge in empty.
Cohen got out of the car to check the gas level. He got back, the fuel gauge was now in the correct position. Then he tried to restart the convertible without success. He went to examine the engine; the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. Cohen rushed back to the convertible. To get things worse, his phone was out of signal and the GPS cursor was frozen in the exact point of the road where he was, though a better look revealed the pointer slightly at the left, just where the house was sited.
-There has to be a mistake! This can’t be the right address! –Cohen passed his eyes between the map and the house. A window was lit in the second floor-. Thanks God, I'm not alone in this end of world! Hope this people won’t deny a call.
Cohen ran to the porch and knocked at the door. No response. He called out asking for help and hit the nearby windows. Dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. Cohen wasn’t the scared type, however a chill went down his spine.
-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…
His soaked t-shirt was glued to his skin, but getting back to the car for the jacket was unthinkable at the moment. The house was old, but looked restored. It must have been built a century ago or so. It’s made of wood, with a large porch and two floors. He aimed the torch of his phone through a window: the furniture was out-of-date. The boy managed to see a carpet, a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a shelf. There was dust and dirt, but no more than in a lived-in home. He wasn’t capable to see anyone, but from the indoors four pair of eyes were spying the recent move in the porch. Their shadowy appearance made impossible to perceive their figures, but they could see the shape of a young man over 6’ tall, slim with maroon cap on his sandy blond hair, hairless boyish face, wearing a printed t-shirt, grey pants and black suede shoes. The inhabitants noticed how long the youth’s feet were: they must be size 14 or 15.
-This place gives me the creeps –Cohen muttered-. Fuck’n car decided to stop here! And the worst: my fun’s gone away!
Cohen spun around with a startle.
-Shit, man…! You gave me a fright!
A mature guy, probably the householder, dressed in an old-fashioned style, was by the door with a suspicious look.
-What are you looking for?
-My car broke down… Can I use your phone? Please.
-Sure. –The guy tried to look friendly; perhaps he saw that this boy wasn’t a threat or just took pity on him-. Come in, please, feel in your own home.
Cohen sighed with relief before walking inside the house. The man switched on a lamp as showed the guest where the phone was. The youth couldn’t help, but his eyes traveled in astonishment around the living room. He’d never seen such antiques before. A clock said ten past nine.
-Do these things still exist? -asked Cohen at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? I'm sorry. I’ve seen this in photos only.
To his surprise, the old phone did work and he made the call to the breakdown service with success. As he phoned he noticed a woman sat in the sofa and another guy at the coffee table in the corner of the living room. She was brunette and slender. The guy was a hunk and Cohen was sure he had seen that guy before, or at least he looked alike someone he knew. They wore also traditional and unkempt clothes.
When Cohen finished the call, he waved his hand at the newcomers. He had frequented inappropriate places before, but this was different.
-Wanna drink something to get warm? –asked the mature man-. I'm Randall, by the way.
-Cohen. And no, thanks. I think I’ll wait outside…
-The service tends to take some time around here, Cohen –said the woman in the sofa-. C’mon, take a rest. My name’s Lorena.
-You’ll get soaking wet if you go out now, boy –said the man sat by the coffee table, bridging a cup to his mouth-. And my name’s Lou.
-Lou?! I-I’m looking for somebody with that name, but you don’t look like him… I guess…
-Really? –asked the man named Lou with surprise.
Cohen sat in the other end of the sofa; his damp clothes felt very uncomfortable. The man at the coffee table invited him to get rid of his t-shirt, but he refused. He wanted to say yes, but something told him not to lower his guard here. Despite they didn’t look a real threat, their appearance was disturbing.
-What are you doing around here? –asked Randall.
-I'm gonna visit a friend.
A second woman was putting a set of incenses on the shelf. She’s blonde and shorter than Lorena; she smiled at Cohen. These people looked like they came out of a western from the 20s of the last century or something like that.
-I'm Marg –said the girl. Her body was also more voluptuous.
-Friend? –repeated Randall-. I’d say you’re lost. Don't you get his address?
-Em… It’s strange, because the GPS on my phone sent me here.
-I met him on internet –explained Cohen.
-Internet? –asked Lorena.
Cohen realized that these people never heard about internet and he had no idea how to make them understand, taking into account that there neither was a TV on sight. Had he went through a time machine like in science fiction movies? A newspaper on the coffee table gave him a clue:
-It’s like reading an ad about someone asking for friendship, a service or anything, and give an address. If you think you fulfill the request, just call and make an appointment. Got it?
-Yeah, got it –said everyone at unison.
Since the fire was lit Cohen smelt a peculiar fragrance, but as soon as the bunch of incenses was left there he felt strangely relaxed. In a matter of minutes, the dirty-yellow beam from the incandescent lamps became foggy and the objects got blurred. Cohen rubbed his eyes. The four residents vanished from his field of vision as if he had been alone the whole time. The lad stood up in panic.
“What’s wrong?”, a sly voice asked at his back. Cohen turned around as fast as he could. No one.
-Hey! Where are you? –he cried. The next he saw was the wooden roof. The four persons were now standing around him as he realized he was lying back on the sofa.
Cohen felt himself as floating through the air. In fact, he was being carried by them through the corridor of the house toward which looked like the basement. The lad fought to escape from his captors to no avail. Why the hell he was too weak? He hadn’t drunk or eaten anything.
They placed Cohen on a sturdy seat formed by a horizontal plank hinged to another piece that was raised over 45 degrees, bolted to the floor. Several leather straps screwed to the planks followed a human shape and stocks in both ends. They rested his back against the bent plank while stretched his legs on the flat one and then removed all his clothes. Are these psychos going to rape him or slash him…?
By the time Cohen regained his motor coordination and strength he’d already been locked to this ominous device. He watched in shock his naked body; his genitals exposed in front of these freaks made him feel deadly vulnerable. His wrists were tied up at the base of the plank, forcing the arms against his sides, his chest and legs fastened and his ankles trapped in the stocks. Cohen had experienced total immobilization before, the last time was one month ago and he was so high that he didn’t remember how that came to end, though, he had loads of fun. What the hell these morons had in store for him?
The next Cohen knew was someone began to scratch the soles of his feet. Immediately, the basement filled with his giggles. It was ridiculous! These hicks kidnapped him to tickle him? That was mad, but Cohen thought that if he played along with them, they will let him go sooner than later. What a stupid! Those fingernails were skilled enough to trigger sensations that got more excruciating each second till the point it was impossible for his nerves to take. His giggles turned into fresh gusts of youth laughter, uncontrollable, unrestrained.
-Aw, seems that someone here’s having a good time!
Cohen never imagined that his feet were that sensitive. His last flashes of being a tickle victim were from his childhood and no more than a few minutes. But today, here and now he could do nothing to stop this, fight back or get away. His best attempts to keep his willpower melted away in the first minutes, shattering any possible way of distraction. Constant, hysterical laughter was drawn throughout his wide-open mouth, each burst more frantic than the previous as the situation convinced him that he wouldn’t get out of this in the next few hours.
The residents stopped scratching with their fingernails to use the classic tool: they armed with big, stiff feathers and started sweeping the barbs up and down the soft arches with great ability. Cohen threw his head back and shut his eyes; his guffaw raised an octave as rebounded all along the basement. It escalated when the feathers were sawed back and forth between the toes. Why the hell they were doing this to him?! Cohen went berserk into incoherent gurgles as his muscles fought with all their might to escape away from his skin. His world and feelings were drastically reduced to ticklish hell.
Two of the residents sunk their faces into the boy’s soles, nibbling and licking all over which forced the lanky toes to wiggle ludicrously as the others took advantage of it to keep sliding the feathers in and out. Then both feet were smeared with oil and some hands armed with hairbrushes while others wore gloves covered with plastic spikes in the palms and in every of the ten fingers.
The residents gripped the big toes and gently forced both feet backward, making the soles smooth, taut and shining deliciously under the yellow glow of the lamps. Then they used a combination of sweeping the spiky gloves and the hairbrushes up and down the balls, arches and heels while used toothbrushes and the quill of the feathers in the tender gaps between the long toes.
Cohen was so gripped by laughter convulsion that he hadn’t even realized the rampant erection he was sporting! The residents did notice it and grinned wickedly. The cruel foot tickling had got him hard as a rock and his dick was throbbing at the pace of the hysterical shudders. In a matter of seconds the boy began to cum, and without anyone had stroked his manhood! Jets after jets of his own semen flew boisterously into the air as his laughter raised another pitch more.
-We’re never wrong with our guests! They always hit the best of our fun!
The youth was going and coming from the verge of unconsciousness, desperately trying to catch his breath. Amid a hazy, delirious gaze, he could see the residents licking his cum from his body and cock. One of them was doing a tongue massage to his balls that was one of the most delicious things he had ever felt! None of this was like his previous sexual experiences; certainly he’d tried bondage, abduction play, cock milking and sadomasochism among others kinks, but never tickling.
Still shaking helplessly, Cohen stared back at those hungry eyes peering at him intently.
-What do you want from me now?
-We’re gonna tickle you the whole night…
The youth shook his head as those fingers headed again to his bare feet.
Cohen wakes up with a startle. He feels dizzy, exhausted and sore, like after those all-night parties he uses to go. The sunshine forces his eyes to stay shut and realizes he’s lying on the grass. Actually, wet grass.
-Where am I…? -The lad manages to sit up. He’s buck naked on the countryside, his clothes are scattered around.
Someone approaches to him. Cohen puts his pants on as fast as he can:
-Are you ok? –is the voice of a man. Cohen blinks to enhance his sight.
-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.
Cohen sees a car in the near road occupied by a woman and three gawking children. His convertible a few meters behind the family’s car. The lad pulls his t-shirt down so clumsily that the man offers his help, then picks up his shoes but is still unable to walk well.
-You were in mad house? –asked the man.
-Mad house…? What’s that?
-Did you come from there?
The man points to a huge wooden house at about 100 meters from them. Cohen passed his dazed eyes from the house to the man. Some memories come crowding into his mind…
-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I-I don't know why I'm here… I'm sorry, I can’t remember anything…
-This kid’s high. What did you take?
-I didn’t take any shit! I should be in another place… not here. I'm on my holidays and… What day is today?
A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Night had fallen some time ago, but Cohen had not the slightest fear because of the darkness but the unfriendly weather that hung over the sky since afternoon.
“This guy Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning, even though he’s quite new to the site. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so”.
-Everything’s an adventure! –He sang with excitement-. I finally have a whole week to myself in a fuckin year since I started that job making plasterboard walls. I must still have that plaster smell in my ass.
The road was so isolated that Cohen started to get anxious.
-Hell, anyone live in this end of world? –he said with a perplexed look. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over again-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Just when he was thinking in drive back, Cohen saw the outline of a house about 300 meters further on helped by the gleam of a lighting. The GPS on his phone got into a mess out of the blue and at the same moment strange noises came from his car.
-No, no, no…! Now what happens?
The convertible finally stalled at the level of the house. The youth got out of the car to check the engine. To get things worse, the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. Instead of getting inside his car, Cohen ran toward the house. With a bit of luck the porch might give him shelter till the rain abated. He tried to call the breakdown service but his phone was out of signal.
-Great! Definitely this is the end of the world!
Not only that, the GPS cursor was fixed in the exact point of the road where he was.
-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?
Cohen passed his eyes skeptically from the map to the building: it must have been built a century ago or so and looked empty.
-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…
Cohen called out asking for help, hit the door and nearby windows. The only response was dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. He lit the inside of the house with his phone: outdated furniture consisting in a sofa, a couple of armchairs and a shelf; he managed to see a coffee table and a carpet on the floor. A faint gleam at the end of a corridor let him know the house wasn’t uninhabited.
-Hello! Is anybody home? Please, need your help!
Cautiously, he tried the handle and when he was about to push the door, it opened unexpectedly and a mature guy appeared.
-Oh… sure! My car broke down… Can I use your phone, please?
The man was in his fifties, dressed in an old-fashioned but carefree style. A smell of weed immediately hit Cohen’s nose.
-Why not? Please, come in. I'm Randall.
The boy walked after the seemingly only resident. Randall switched on a lamp as showed the guest where the phone was. Cohen let his eyes travel around the living room. The place was shrouded in a faint weed-smelling mist. A clock said ten past nine.
-Do these things still exist? –He asked at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? I'm sorry. I’ve seen this in photos only.
To his surprise, the old phone did work and he made the call to the breakdown guys with success. As he phoned, Randall had a better look at him: the lad must be about 6’3, thin and no more than 20. A maroon cap shielded his head, sandy blond hair and cute face. Dressed like nowadays boys, his printed t-shirt was soggy from rain, his grey pants and black suede shoes were splashed too.
When Cohen finished the call, he noticed a woman in the sofa and another man by the coffee table in the corner of the living room. They also wore old fashioned garments that Cohen found quite eccentric and were smoking in total peace. He friendly waved his hand at them.
-Wanna drink something to get warm? –asked Randall.
-Well… yeah, why not? –the youth used the same expression of his host as sitting in the other end of the sofa. He rolled up a little his wet t-shirt.
-You should get rid of it –suggested the brunette woman sat in the sofa-. The service tends to take some time around here. Call me Lorena.
-Don't worry –said the man sat by the coffee table, handing the lad a joint and a fur blanket, it was black and slightly rough, but very comfortable-. Glad to meet you, I'm Lou.
-Lou?! What a coincidence! I'm looking for somebody with that name. But you’re not that person… -This Lou might not be the man he’s looking for, but was anyway a real stud.
Cohen removed his t-shirt as quick as the look the residents had at his torso. Indeed he wasn’t the athletic type; his skin needed a sunbath and was smooth. Obviously he wore shirt and coat in his job all the time. The deep and hairless hollows of his armpits and the pink blossom of his nipples made their mouths water without he was aware of this. They also followed his body odor, but he neither noticed this.
The joint was good; Cohen was feeling among friends. He wanted to take his shoes off too, his socks were damp and having spent the whole day out, his feet were sweaty and sore. The dusty floor couldn’t care less, he’d walked barefoot over dirty surfaces before, starting from his own place, which was a real mess. Neither he nor his roomy were so clean or tidy.
A blonde girl with a colorful skirt put a set of incenses on the shelf; she stared at Cohen’s eyes with a comely smile. She introduced herself as Marg.
-What’re you doing over here? –asked Randall.
-Visiting a friend… –answered Cohen after taking a long puff to his joint.
-Friends? –said Randall-. I’d say you’re lost. Don't you get his address?
-Strange, ‘cause the GPS sent me right here… –Cohen smirked.
-Internet? –asked Lorena.
Cohen supposed that these people never heard about internet and he had no idea how to make them see it, neither was a TV on sight. Had he went through a time machine like in science fiction movies? A newspaper on the coffee table gave him a clue:
-It’s like reading an ad about someone asking for friendship, a service or anything, including an address. If you think you fulfill the request, just call and make an appointment. Got it?
-Yeah, got it –said everyone at unison.
Cohen started to feel deliciously relaxed and his eyes got heavy, nice soothingly heavy as ready to fly.
-Don't you think the breakdown truck’s taking too long?
To his surprise, the four residents vanished from his field of vision as if he had been alone the whole time.
-Oh shit! Hey…! Where are you, people…?
He tried to stand up, but his legs didn’t move. The dirty-yellow beam from the incandescent lamps became dense. The residents were again there.
-Where did you go?! –he startled.
-Come with us… -they helped him to stand up and guided him by the corridor. Sure he would go anywhere with such friendly buddies, but why the hell he was so weak and incapable to walk?
The crew headed toward the basement. Cohen was placed on a heavy seat formed by a horizontal plank hinged to a slightly reclined piece with flanks that prevented to jump aside. This peculiar chair was screwed to the floor and sited just below a wooden beam with ropes and leather sleeves hanging from it.
The captors rested the lad’s upper body against the reclined plank while stretched his legs on the flat one. The fur blanket was removed, leaving his torso naked; his pants and shoes were left on. They belted his chest to the plank and did the same at the level of his knees and ankles. Finally, they raised his arms above his head at 30 degrees each other, put his forearms individually into each leather sleeve. A complex system of buckles held in place the arms upward within those sleeves. By the time the fastening process was done, the youth had regained his strength. Now he could move as much as he wanted, but was helplessly unable to escape.
Cohen was shocked: he had frequented dives before and had done reckless things. But this was different! What had these freaks in store for him? His half-stoned brain raced at top speed! In any case he hoped they weren’t going to hurt him.
The next Cohen knew was four hands hovering on either side of him, two in the front and the others from behind the chair leading their fingers toward his naked flesh. The boy shook his head with his eyes as big as saucers. Ten fingers dived in the sweaty hollows of his armpits while the others landed on his sides and started quick and insidious movements all over. Every single muscle got tense in an effort to coil himself, but the leather sleeves held his arms firmly upward, forcing him in the most vulnerable situation he’d ever imagined at the mercy of those vicious fingers. He screamed for help before falling into ticklish hell as gusts of laughter began seriously to erupt out of him.
A little time after having started, the residents noticed the boy nipples had changed into hard knobs standing out his smooth chest, though they decided to save this for later.
-Why are you doing this to me? –The boy cried taking some relieve from a brief stop-. You’re driving me crazy! Please, let me go!
Cohen was gasping and struggling in the chair; it had been ten minutes, but for him it’s a whole day. The residents caressed his belly, giving special attention to the bellybutton. The flesh of his stomach trembled like jelly, above all when they feathered the navel. His laughter wasn’t that loud now, but rather groans mixed with quick swallows of air: somehow he was walking in the very verge of… pleasure?
The residents resumed fingering his rank armpits; Cohen was again out of himself, howling without control. They scribbled their fingers up and down his flanks, so skilfully, poking, wiggling them on his tender flesh nonstop. Cohen went berserk, spewing out youthful shrieks of laughter, flexing his limbs the most he could. The tormenters should have felt pity, but instead they were viscerally excited. The boy was so immersed in a tickling world that he didn’t realize the straining shape at the level of his groin! The residents did notice the conspicuous bulge and smiled wickedly. They kept fingering the youth’s armpits, ribs and bellybutton for who know what time…
Cohen was out of breath, there were several reddish finger marks along his torso, drenched with sweat and glistening under the lamp. The residents took turns to lick the rivers trickling down his sides. The tongues were less aggressive than the fingers, but still tickled. Forced giggles mixed with moans as he pleaded them to stop and asked why were doing this.
They pulled his pants down, his manhood popped out like a flagpole. Cohen’s cock was 8”, but thin which made it look longer, circumcised and a big mushroom as head with a wide slit wet from precum. He stared at his tormentors fearing the next abuse. One of the residents glided a feather along the erect shaft up and down, Cohen shuddered and hissed in spite of himself as a trail of precum slowly dribbled out of the slit down the rod. But not only Cohen’s manhood was erected, his nipples seemed hot buttons. The areolas were small, but extremely sensitive. Marg and Lorena traced playful circles around them with their lips and tongue, he trembled helplessly like a leaf. They even caressed them with the barbs of a feather; the nerves here were like hot wires on the brink of bursting at the mere touch. The girls took their time in this task; he started to hyperventilate while his cock throbbed and drooled more precum, closer and closer…
The sweat, though, helped the stroking job on his skin, so as the residents’ fingers glided more easily over the armpits, sides, ribs and stomach, his laughter became shriller than ever. Cohen looked like an electrocuted victim as his cock bobbed and his belly button jiggled.
In a matter of minutes the volume of the youth’s moans raised an octave and screamed: "I'm gonna cum!" Immediately after he exploded in orgasmic spasms. He shot 6 jets of his creamy goo before being able to recover himself. He had never ejaculated before without his cock was stroked by himself or someone else. He whined, nearly fainted in the chair.
-We’re never wrong with our guests! They always hit the best of our fun!
Amid teary eyes, he could see those people licking greedily his spunk from his chest and cock. The way Cohen’s balls moved made the residents grin. He had been told about how comic his testicles jump when someone teased his genitals. Everyone found it very funny. He’d tried predator-prey role plays, chains, handcuffs, sex with strangers, sexual objectification, edging and even psychopathic games among others kinks, but never tickling.
Still shuddering, he stared back at those fiendish eyes looking at him.
-Please… guys… let me go… I promise I won’t say a word about this…
The residents devoured in silence his vulnerable flesh.
-What do you want from me now?!
-We’re gonna tickle you the whole night…
Cohen shook his head as those fingers headed again to his stinky armpits.
Cohen wakes up with a startle, but stays still. He feels dazed, exhausted and aching. The next he feels is the wet grass on his back. He manages to sit up:
-What’s this place? –He got surprised when realizes he’s bare-chested.
Someone approaches to him.
-Are you ok? –is the voice of a man. He blinks to enhance his sight.
-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.
Cohen sees a car in the near road with a woman and three children. His convertible is parked a few meters behind the family’s car. The man gives his hand to help the lad stands up.
-You were in mad house? –asked the man.
-Mad house…? What’s that?
-Did you come from there?
The man points toward a huge wooden house around 100 meters from them. Cohen feels he’s going to pass out.
-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I…I don't know why I'm here… Sorry, I can’t remember anything…
-This kid’s high. What did you take?
-Just a… Shit, forget it, ok? I…I shouldn’t be here. My friends’re waiting for me in… Think I got lost and… What day is today?
A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. It’s already night and having gone deep into a never explored area, Cohen drove following the GPS on his phone. A sassy smile and his laid-back pose yelled that he was travelling in pursuit of fun. He’s 19 after all.
-Everything’s an adventure! –He cheered with excitement-. I finally have a whole week to myself in a fuckin year since I started that job making plasterboard walls. I must still have that plaster smell in my ass.
The sky had got overcast before nightfall and the clouds acquired a stormy gleam. A persistent drizzle escorted him one hour or so; he had no choice but unfold the collapsible roof.
-At what damn moment they talked about bad weather? It had to rain today, in my fuckin day out?
He hadn't seen anybody in four miles since he left behind the last town, so he was starting to get nervous in spite of his usual recklessness. A lighting in the horizon let Cohen see the outline of a house about 300 meters further on. The GPS on his phone got into a mess for no apparent reason and at the same moment strange noises came from the convertible.
-No! Shit! Shit, shit! This can’t happen now! There’s a hand behind all this!
-Is this real? Am I stranded in the fuckin end of the world?
The young man wanted to check the engine, but the annoying sprinkle broke into a downpour. He stayed inside his car for about a half hour. He tried to call the breakdown service but his phone was out of signal. The GPS cursor was froze a hundred meters at his left; his eyes searched outside, but the only seen was that house.
-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?
Once the rain abated, he ran toward the house.
-This place could be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. I had a really big bash there…
Still skeptic, Cohen passed his eyes from the map to the building.
-Lou didn’t say a word about an empty house…
Decided to risk everything, Cohen called out, hit the door and nearby windows. The only response was dead silence except the rumor of the rain in the middle of nowhere. He tried the doorknob, turned it cautiously, the door opened without difficult and the youth walked in.
-Looks like nobody’s been here for a while.
He lit the inside of the house with his phone: a sofa, two armchairs, a shelf and a coffee table. There was a dusty carpet on the floor.
-Hello! Is anybody in home? Please, need your help!
Cohen found a switch on the wall; as soon as he activated it a dusky gleam from incandescent lamps lit the space. The youth let his eyes travel around the living room with surprise: he’d never seen such antiques before. A clock said ten past nine.
-Do these things still exist? –He said at the view of a dial phone-. And it works? Wow… I’ve seen this in photos only!
The old phone was making a funny noise and after several attempts the dial tone got lost. The place was in such state of preservation that told him this house wasn’t uninhabited as it looked. He felt that he had been here recently. Strange, because he couldn’t remember any detail about a previous visit… Now his curiosity has been aroused.
The intruder walked through the corridor. He pushed a door which swung with a rusty squeak. There was a bed, a chair, a wardrobe and a dressing table. The next door opened to a bathroom with a tub; he wanted to lie one hour in that tub, his last shower was two days ago and had been sweating and running from one party to the other, but first he should say hi to the owners, shouldn’t he? Another door led to a room with a naked mattress on a bed frame and cabinets. This mattress was riveted with a set of rings buried in its structure and long strings attached to them forming a sort of web. Cohen had seen something like this before and fantasized with getting himself trapped in this contraption…
A smell of seafood drew him to the kitchen. Anyone could tell there had been a banquet here not long ago. A stove, soot, leftovers, a cupboard, dirty crockery and garbage on the sink; it resembled his own kitchen. The dinner table was empty except for a basket with bananas, all ripe and juicy. Cohen devoured the fruit with his eyes before taking one. Bananas were his favorites and these ones were oh so big and yellow… Without thinking twice he peeled one and ate it. He had dinner two hours ago, but was feeling hungry in front of these beauties. He closed his eyes letting himself be carried by the flavor and texture melting in his tongue…
After the third banana, Cohen went back to the living room and plunked down on the sofa as if he’d arrived at his own place.
-At least I can bunk here…
The boy pulled out his damp t-shirt. You can tell he wasn’t the gym-goer type, but his skin was deliciously smooth and flawless. He lied flat on his back: the sofa was seamlessly made for his 6’3 body! He rested both hands behind his head and stretched his legs, propping his ankles on top of the opposite arm of the sofa. He closed his eyes and smiled with the typical abandon of lazy youths. With the t-shirt off and his sweaty underarms totally exposed it was impossible not to notice the deep and hairless hollows of his armpits and the pink blossom of his nipples, much less the sharp fragrance drifting all over the living room.
He stared at his own shoes, sprinkled with mud. They were black suede in contrast with the soles in red. They were very comfy, but right now they had to be out. Half dressed and wet clothes wasn’t his idea of comfort, anyway. Without thinking twice, the intruder toed his shoes off.
Cohen’s socks were white with the toes and heel in red the right one and black the left one. The right sock was well-worn and through the bare spots of its underside you could see the sole of his foot and got a foul smell. However the left sock was quite new and less dirty.
-Hey… that’s not mine! –he said aloud pointing at the sock with the toes and heel in red-. It must have been yesterday in Kyle’s party. Shit! Those ones were Garrick’s. When did I take it? I was so high…! I felt a bit itch in my toes this afternoon! No, shit! I think that fuckin pig gave me his athlete’s foot!
The boy quickly peeled off the right sock and checked his foot. The spaces between his toes were humid and tender, as usual after hours wearing shoes and socks and having splashed with rainwater. Then he dragged out his own sock. His feet were kissed by the fresh air; he spread and wiggled his toes to help them dry. Being a home barefooter, Cohen’s feet breathed a lot and barely stank, however after a hectic weekend, his feet were sticky and cheesy. Their intense aroma immediately joined the armpits reek and brought us to a high school locker room. Cohen’s feet were lanky just like his body; the heels were smooth with a hint of hard skin, the arches were creamy and wrinkled when he flexes the feet, with some calluses on the sides and on the balls of the feet. His toes were long, a bit curved and somewhat rough with un-groomed toenails. He loosened his pants and stripped them off. He would have wanted to throw away his briefs too, but first enjoyed the sensation of his cock stabbing against the fabric. In fact, his member got stiffer as soon as the raunchy smell from his crotch hit his nose… The boy couldn’t help, but the smell of cock and balls got him hard as a rock in no time, including his own.
Cohen considered himself a great prospect for fun: extrovert, super fun to be with, very open-minded and kinky with a submissive streak. So he says in his profile of Fetlife; though his most outstanding feature was his recklessness, likewise his unrelenting penchant for going through new experiences. Therefore he wasn’t aware about the risk of exposing his most sensitive areas and put himself in position to be easily touched in certain way. Many times he dreamt with all those people that love to see guys getting themselves vulnerable as he was right now. Cohen was oblivious of how is to be in hysterics, helpless, unable to stop a gang of wiggly fingers, to the point of losing his mind. Much less he knew how the body may respond under a tickle attack, especially a relentless one, made by connoisseurs. Cohen never imagined that he might become the target of hungry ticklers; hence staying naked and helpless in an unfamiliar place wasn’t the better choice even though a risk was enough to get him horny as hell!
The barefaced trespasser let himself be caressed by the fresh breeze as he gently drifted into sleep. He’s dreaming with the hand of a stranger softly groping his nipples and another one caressing his stomach toward his erect cock. He smirked naughtily as his cock-head stuck out of the briefs, wet from precum as the manhood reek invaded his nostrils. His mouth opened when a tongue started cavorting in his bellybutton. Cohen raved with lust whenever someone licked his bellybutton! It’s one of his hot points! That tongue got its time bathing in saliva the inside and around his bellybutton; the warm tip was breathtaking as glided like that over and over the tender flesh. Then he felt another tongue in his reeking armpit. He wasn’t into tickling, but the most Cohen loved was someone licking them.
At some point in his dream, there were several fingers and tongues walking by his body. The youth opened his eyes and saw four naked persons. He screamed, but his own voiced sounded deaf and his body was still. It was so strange. He felt as if he were flailing desperately, but his eyes showed that he was caught within… a cage??!, on all fours, his torso was held in a harness while his arms were tied to a complex system of bars attached with leather belts to the cage. His legs were fastened as well to the cage by more belts at the level of his thighs, his ankles were strapped the same intricate way. He could feel the cold bars of the cage against his buttocks, the air grazing his stretched hole. The boy blinked trying to grasp what was happening. He wasn’t any longer in the living room, but in another place. The four persons moved around him! He tried to yell, but noticed he was gagged with a mouthguard gag. He knew it because it had been worn in some games which he was involved. The silhouettes belonged to people he’d seen also not long ago… Yeah, he knew them, but from where? In which moment all this happened? What are they gonna do to him?
The four persons moved to the rear of the cage. Cohen felt tongues licking his craphole. It’d have been wonderful if he knew who they were and what the hell they wanted from him! Jeez, such devious tongues were now making their way through his dirty hole, as if were cleaning the remains of shit. Cohen loved to get his ass treated like that, but the situation was really awkward! Awwww…! Ohhhhhh!! He’d taken a dump on a friend’s place in the afternoon. He shot long ropes into the toilet and then smirked at the pile of crap with relief; he had to flush twice to purge such huge mess. He may not look it, but this boy is a big eater. Whoever those people were, they were fucking experts! Shiiiittt…!!! He couldn’t turn his head around because of the harness that held his torso and prevented also his neck to move nor even an inch, so he was terrifyingly blind to know what happened behind. Well, provided that they keep doing nice things…
Then he heard a whirring sound from a sort of device. “Oh shit, oh shit…!”, he startled. Some hands stroked soothingly his buttocks as a couple of fingers rubbed oh so lovingly his hole. The whirring hum increased as the fingers helped to stretch his hole even more. Now a wet thing was smeared around it and immediately after a penis-shaped object was gently inserted in his rectum and then pulled out, it was lubed too and had the texture of a real cock. Cohen wasn’t unfamiliar at all to dildos and ass play, but this was new: tonight his ass became the target of a fucking machine! He’d seen them before and had seen them work on others holes, but never his own so far… Yeah, yeah, yeah, Cohen was of those ones that think that nothing in the world is better than having a good ass-fuck, but this was beyond madness! A fucking machine wasn’t human, anyway he began to moan through his gag; there was nothing to do to stop it: waves and waves of pleasure rippled from his guts to the rest of his body. His moans became more intense minute by minute. He had lost track of time when a loud grunt gave way to jets of his creamy boy goo dripping from his cock slit making a small pool on the bottom of the cage…
The fucking machine was turned off and moved away. Cohen sighed with relief. He yelled and pleaded in vain because the gag turned every sound into muffled incoherence. A mature man brought a box from a cabinet in the corner of the basement. Cohen’s eyes got wide as he saw the object taken from that box, it’s like nothing he had ever seen before, consisting in two looped wires connected to a small device. One loop was placed around his balls, not too tight, just to make enough pressure, followed by the second one in the head, around the frenulum. The wires were red and black ending in the funny device. That’s… electric??!!, he thought. Oh shit! He’d tried cock rings, but these stuffs weren’t cock rings, were they? Seconds later, he felt subtle pulsing all down his shaft, from the sensitive area right under the head of his cock to his tied balls. Oh… that felt like… electric current! “Fuck, they’re gonna electrocute me”, he thought with dread. Nonetheless, as time went by, all Cohen felt was an amazing way to experience some new burst of sensations in his manhood.
There was more in store for him because the women pinned one clip in his tender nipples. The boy screamed frantically within his gag. The clips were also wired and their ends were plugged to the funny device as well. In a matter of seconds, a low current passed along the wires toward the youth’s nipples following a flesh path to his genitals. An indescribable shiver ran down his spine. It was like alien emotions being inoculated in his body! He got sick; the limits between nightmare and a dream became blurred. Cohen howled into his gag like a cornered animal, shaking his head, fists and toes clenched, tugging as much as he could at the cage. Sooner or later, Cohen’s dick started oozing new strings of cum over the cage floor, joining the previous shot.
It was the most intense climax Cohen had ever experienced in his life! He was in the verge of unconsciousness, panting and trembling; the loops and the clips were removed and then eight hands devoted to massage his head, chest, back, arms, legs, dick and balls.
Eventually, these people decided to try another thing: a long black dildo with a silver plate. It resembled the 9” dick of a black hunk Cohen met. They again lubed lavishly his pussy helping with massages. He tried to clench, but the fucking machine had shattered all his attempts to protect himself. The enormous dildo was received with loud moans as it penetrated his ass with a slippery squelch, sliding through the rectum, brushing its silver plates right against the prostate. He could feel the cool of the metal touching his gland where he thoroughly knew it was the male G-spot. Being a happy addicted to rub his prostate, he was already aware about what’s going to happen for the rest of the night…
Cohen had enjoyed true cocks of all measures as well as several dildos and several kinds of them. He’d also tried ball stretching, sex in public, cages and other forms of confinement, multiple orgasms, apple polishing, but never electricity. Why these people were pushing his limits?
The residents chuckled as watched the helpless lad convulsing and twitching at the mercy of the electro-stimulation while Cohen squealed and grunted through his nose. He couldn’t say if he was feeling horny, the fact was that he got rather shocked and still scared, though his body reacted that way and he was embarrassingly incapable to control it! At some point, his 19 years old cock was excruciatingly hard and more jets of cum were shot from his slit! A whitish viscous pool rested in the base of the cage.
His flesh kept jolting with powerful and involuntary shakes from the hips as the current travelled through his rectum and prostate. Even when his balls were drained away, he could feel the bursts of orgasmic spasms over and over to the point of losing his mind…
Cohen wakes up with a startle, but stays motionless. He’s so tired and sore, especially his ass. The sunshine is too hard to his eyes. Had he been in an all-night wild party and he forgot it? “No, shit, this can’t be happening again! Lying in the grass?”
He manages to sit up. Looking around his eyes met the roof of a big wooden house about 100 meters from where he is.
Then he realizes he’s buck naked, his clothes are scattered around. That house sounds familiar to him; was there where he spent the night? Why he can’t remember…?
A man approaches to him. He hurriedly covers his manhood with the pants.
-Ah… oh, yeah, yeah. I… I'm ok, I'm ok… Thanks. I'm so sorry… I was…
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –asked a female voice.
Cohen noticed a car in the road with a woman and her three children. His convertible is parked behind the family’s car.
-You were in mad house? –asked the man.
-Mad house…? What the hell’s that?
-Did you come from there? –The man points toward that house Cohen had seen seconds before. Memories of the fucking machine, the electric dildo and he cumming as if no were tomorrow come crowding into his mind, but they felt as if belonged to a stranger, not him.
-I don’t know what you’re talking about –he replied-. I…I don't know why I'm here… Sorry, I can’t remember anything…
-This kid’s high. What did you take?
-I didn’t take anything! I…I shouldn’t be here. My friends’re waiting for me in… I think I got lost and… What day is today?
A blue convertible moved through the countryside road. Being already night and driving in a zone totally unfamiliar to him, Cohen wanted to arrive as soon as possible at his new friends place guiding by the GPS in his phone where he set their address. A naughty smile and his cool attitude screamed that he’s travelling in pursuit of fun.
-This Lou seems nice. I liked him from the beginning. It’s the first time we’re going to meet face to face. Will it be worth so much road traveled? I hope so.
Quite annoyed because of the bad weather, he had no choice but unfold the collapsible roof and start the windshield wipers. The visibility was so limited that Cohen started to worry. He admitted that he was very daring at the time of going after his “pleasures”, but this was really daunting.
-Hell, anyone live in this end of the world? –he said with a perplexed look. His eyes went from the GPS cursor in his phone to the outside view over and over again-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Just when he thought that things couldn’t get worse, the address appeared in the map and was less than 300 meter from his route. Fortunately, the rain had eased off.
-Jesus Christ! –He yelled with relief-. Shitty signal! I almost miss the place!
The GPS cursor marked at his left; his eyes searched all around, but the only seen was an old house.
-It’s a mistake! This can’t be the right address! Or… it is?
Cohen reached the house, still hesitantly.
-This place would be a blast for a party. Reminds me a house I was on Halloween a couple of years ago. We had a really big bash there…
He knocked at the door. No response.
-Looks like nobody’s been here for a while… -He again checked the address.
-May I help you? –It was a guy in his fifties, fashionably dressed.
-I'm Cohen, I… eh… I'm looking for Lou. He gave me this address.
-Oh, yeah. He’s here? He invited me…
-Sure, come in, please, feel in your own home.
The tone in which this was told made Cohen recall something, as a déjà vu. That feeling increased as soon as the householder switched on the lamps and the visitor saw the living room; the furniture was out-of-date, but in good state of preservation. A clock said ten past nine.
-We’ve arranged a party tonight –said the man with complicity-. He’s waiting for someone to start. That someone is you?
-Maybe –said Cohen-. Is he alone or…?
-Oh no, there are two other friends. Hey, you’ve got a perfect timing to arrive, Cohen. We’re having dinner. Wanna join us?
-Why not? My last food was two hours ago and was light.
The three people in the kitchen stopped talking to see the newcomer.
-I think I'm wrong –said Cohen rather disappointedly-. Are you Lou?
-Yes, I'm Lou –answered a man in his late twenties. Two attractive women about his age were at his both sides.
-I'm sorry, guys –said Cohen-, this is not the “Lou” I'm looking for.
-What a coincidence! –exclaimed the mature guy-. You’re looking for a Lou, Lou is waiting for someone to start a party, you came for a party.
-I can’t explain this –Cohen checked his phone-. This is the address given by my friend Lou; the GPS took me right here. But this is another guy.
-The boy we’re waiting is late –said one of the girls-. I think he could dine with us and then who knows… after all he’s already here, wrong or not.
-You say you’re going for fun? –asked the other gal.
-Then stay with us, man –Lou stood up from his chair and threw an arm on Cohen’s shoulder-. There’s food and place for all!
Cohen noticed this Lou was a real stud. These people weren’t those he was looking for, right, but since he was welcomed like this…
-Allergic to seafood? –asked Lou.
-Nope –said Cohen. His eyes went from one dish to another with delight before taking a place at the table.
-We also have truffle –said the mature guy-. I'm Randall, by the way.
-Ok, Randall, I love truffle –Cohen grinned-. What’s that?
-Oysters and others shellfish spiced with pepper –answered the brunette girl-. And my name’s Lorena.
-Great, Lorena –said Cohen-. Meat with vegetables I see. What a banquet!
-Well-fed before fun! –cheered the other woman, a blonde one-. I'm Marg. As desert you may take chocolate or this tropical drink made from sugar-cane scented with saffron.
-Or this cocktail made of champagne, cognac, vanilla, cinnamon, ginger, honey and yolks –suggested Lorena.
They five attacked the food as if their next minutes in earth depended on it. Cohen’s hunger grew as he tasted one dish after the other. The first one removing her blouse was Marg: her voluptuous tits appeared in all their glory. Lorena followed her. Randall placed on the table a basket filled with bananas, papayas, watermelons, nuts, figs and peaches, all ripe and juicy. The fruits were slowly munched as other clothes dropped on the floor. Cohen only got rid of his t-shirt, but something told him not to take his pants off yet, even though he was quite uncomfortable because of his stabbing boner. The only left in the basket were bananas.
An atmosphere of horniness floated in the kitchen much before the diner was finished. It was like a tenuous mist involving everyone, stirring their blood, racing the breath. Were these people crazy enough to sprinkle Viagra in the beverages or the food?, Cohen thought drooling at the incredible view of Lou stark naked.
Lorena and Marg grasped Randall in their clutches and disappeared by the corridor. Lou chewed the last fig staring at Cohen’s eyes; then he brought his mouth to the lad’s and before he noticed, their bodies were held in a torrid foreplay. Lou’s mouth tasted scrumptiously sweet just like the real fruit. Noises of people cavorting came from another part of the house. Cohen saw himself immersed in the prelude of an orgy. He’d been in orgies before, so he was somewhat disillusioned. The Lou he met in the social network promised him something he’d never tried before…
At some point of the foreplay, the lad got on the brink of something he couldn’t define. Everything around was vague, he wasn’t any longer in the kitchen smooching with Lou, but… floating near the ceiling?!!
Cohen opened his eyes with a startle. He looked around trying to understand what had happened and where he was. This place was a bedroom, but it wasn’t unknown to him. The boy felt his body stuck inside something. He raised his head and got wide-eyed: he was wrapped in black tape from his shoulders to his ankles!
-What the fuck?!!! -He could barely move since there were a complex net of ropes attached to the wrapping and fastened to the bed in a sort of spiderweb that kept his mummified body in place.
What had these people in store for him? Well, they looked like some of his kinkiest friends, but only bondage? He expected more. He could feel the nylon glued to his skin. They must have removed all his clothes, except his shoes and socks, sticking out of the wrap.
A hunk in his late twenties came in the bedroom.
-Lou…? –Cohen cried-. You did this to me?!!
-You came here for fun and you’ll sure have it.
Lou walked toward the end of the bed. Cohen’s feet were conveniently hanging over the edge of the mattress. Lou patted the black suede shoes with relish as he crouched down before them. Cohen raised his head to see what happened over there.
-No shit! You’re licking my damn shoes??!
The soles of his shoes were red in contrast with the black of the upper part. Their long and thin shape made them look skyscrapers. Big-footed boy, thought Lou with delight. The scent escaping from the edge supported how much time they had been worn. Lou kept licking the shoes for a couple of minutes before remove them.
-Hey, I'm talking to you! You deaf?!! Why did you take my shoes off?
Lou sniffed at the air with bliss.
-Gosh, are you enjoying my foot stink? Can’t believe it!
Cohen’s socks were white with the toes and heel in red the right one and black the left one. The right sock looked like it had been worn for weeks, the white was dark and smelled really foul; the fabric beneath the toes was threadbare and there was a big hole in the heel. The left sock was pretty new, though, you can tell it was a few days worn.
Lou savored the socks as if he were enjoying the tastiest ambrosia.
-I wouldn’t do that if I were you… -Cohen warned-. That’s not my sock. It belongs to a friend of mine with very nasty habits…
Cohen flexed his feet with discomfort; his mouth was twisted into a forced grin. Lou massaged the soles and toes through the socks and rubbed his fingers the length of his feet. It began as a subtle feeling that went increasing bit by bit. It didn't tickle at first, but it was enough to make him jiggle and curl his toes.
The massage kept escalating to the point that Cohen began to feel it nice, though he was still leery. Lou felt those restless toes worming within his mouth, taking every molecule of their flavor. Cohen was impressed: he’d been lying on a table, naked, covered in fruits and syrups while people ate from his body, but no one had “devoured” his feet before. He knew about foot fetish, but never imagined that he might become the target of one of them. Before long the socks got drenched with saliva and the foot sweat glued to Lou’s mouth.
-Hey! Your plan is just licking my feet the fuckin whole night?
-Take it easy, boy. This is barely the beginning of the fun…
Cohen saw Lou wagging a feather in the air.
-What’re you gonna do with that?
Lou scribbled the quill of the feather around the threadbare spot under the right toes. Cohen jolted as he was touched by an electric wire.
-Ahhhaha, c’mon, dude! Hey, don’t…! That tickles! Stop! Don’t do that!
The most Cohen shook, the deepest Lou jabbed the quill through the ragged sock and reached more areas of the foot. He gripped the big toes together and pulled both feet backward.
-When was the last time you washed this sock, bro? –asked Lou.
-Haha! Told you that’s not mine! Fuck hahahahaha! Just cut it out, man!
Lou pinched with his teeth the frayed area beneath the toes of the right sock and tore apart till uncover totally the five toes and the ball.
-Oh man, Garrick will hate you for that! He likes his filthy socks after all! Anyway thank you, that fuckin sock was making my toes itch…
Lou took the five toes in a single mouthful.
-Oh shit no… Oh… ooohoho… That’s nasty… Waohww…!
Cohen let himself be carried by the sensation of his toes getting massaged by the warm tongue. No one had done this before to him, but it wasn’t bad at all. He was suddenly roused by the calamus of the feather scratching his right heel through the hole in the sock. When he came to notice the sock had been completely tore off his foot. Lou ran his greedy tongue the length of the nude sole with fervor. Cohen’s heel resembled a ripe peach; Lou had the time of his life munching it, very amused with the giggles and grumbles coming from the head of the bed.
Lou continued raking the feather up and down the sole of the young guest's feet, tickling from the heel, up the arch, the ball of this foot and between the toes with devious skill. He slowly went faster and faster while Cohen was falling deeper and deeper into tickle hell. The boy scrunched his slobbered toes as hard as he could.
While Cohen recovered from the tickle assault on his right foot, Lou got some scissors to cut the top of the left sock.
-Hey, that was my fuckin sock! –Cohen yelled-. You’ll buy me new ones!
-So much fuss for a sock? –replied Lou getting these toes within his mouth as he did with the right ones.
While he gave Cohen’s toes a lavish tongue bath, he scratched his fingers by the upper sole, making the boy squirm and giggle silly.
-I love how teen boys’ feet taste –Lou whispered against Cohen’s soles.
-Hehe… First time I'm told that… Hahaha! Thanks?
-Now I'm curious. Have you ever been tickled? I mean, thoroughly? By an expert? –Lou nibbled the ball of the feet.
-Hahahahaa…! Absolutely… hehe-hehahaha… nope!
-And you like it? –Lou asked while he licked in between the boy’s toes.
-Hehehehe… ohhuhuhuh… kinda.
-I-I hihihihihi can’t tell! Oh-hahahahaawww!...
-Think someone’s speaking for you… -Lou winked toward the noticeable bulge in the middle of the wrapping.
-Awwhohohohohoo I'm hard?!! –cried Cohen with his most foolish pitch.
-That’s why I love teens so much! You get aroused in no time!
Lou ripped the rest of the sock, getting both feet completely naked. Meanwhile he sniffed the toes, he put some plastic nails in his fingertips.
Saying this, Lou began to scratch the exposed soles of Cohen’s feet. The nails had sharp points, though they were precisely designed to not hurt the skin, but stir the most excruciating sensations from their touch. Cohen thrashed around as much as he could, above all when Lou focused the nails in the center of the arches. A wild laughter was heard in the surroundings of the house, but there was any soul around. As if he had taken a super stimulating drug, Cohen flew out of himself to a crazy land characterized by hysterical laughter, convulsive spasms among others uncontrollable reactions. This drug was called tickling and was scrupulously administered through the helpless soles of his feet which he never imagined could be that sensitive. Curiously this drug had some secondary effects: it was building up an orgasm, so in spite of the oddness and unbearable, it was turning out a real fun in the kinky sense Cohen was used to. Lou was in paradise: he's still at the beginning and already had this pretty boy losing his mind like any crazy teen.
Ten minutes later, Lou gave Cohen a break. The lad was a giggly mess, sweating buckets, panting and gurgling nonsense about this fun he’d never tried before. One part of himself was screaming to get out of this right away because it was sheer torture for him, but again his twisted side howled to stay and go ahead.
The boy got a little fright when he saw Lou going with the scissors toward his crotch. As soon as the black nylon around the bulge was cut the young manhood sprang out fully erected. Without wasting time, Lou crawled over the groin and started a blowjob. He even licked the raunchy balls and massaged them within his mouth; warm waves gushed from Cohen's groin. Lou stopped before the climax, letting the cock throb, bathed in saliva and precum.
Coming back to the end of the mattress, Lou took a second to admire the big treasures in front of his eyes. Yes, these slender 14’s matched with their owner’s lanky body. The soles were somewhat calloused on the heels, the balls and the big toes, like feet that had got quite a lot work lately. Nonetheless, the arches and the gaps between the toes were very tender, like young boys’ use to be.
The next Cohen felt was a string slipped between his big toes before tied them together. The boy lifted his head to see what was going on and met Lou's sneaky eyes. No words needed; Cohen breathed and accepted his fate. From the basket at the end of the mattress, Lou brought out a blindfold. Now in total darkness about what was going to happen, Cohen got even more vulnerable. He never felt so much fear, and at the same time this fear fed his drive. Following this, Lou brought a bottle with body oil, poured it over the bare feet. A sensual massage made Cohen recall his visit to that spa with his mom last year, but tonight he foresaw another purpose for this fine oil.
A metal pinwheel was taken from the basket. Once the pinwheel was dragged by the oiled sole, Cohen startled and howled with giggles that turned into moans.
After that Lou tried a comb, then a fork and again his teeth which slid wonderfully over the oiled skin. Cohen’s reactions went from goofy chuckles to belly laughter, moans, screeches and loud squeals, all them in different scales and tones like a musical instrument during a chaotic rehearsal.
Lou stopped the feet fun to bring a curious device consisting in a sort of vacuum flask connected to a thin hose. Two cylinders appeared, the first was long and covered with silicone rubber for a tight seal, and was inserted in the lad’s cock, leaving the head exposed.
-What’s that??!! -cried Cohen trying to guess what was that thing.
-Our milker-stroker lady –answered Lou as he inserted a slim hose through the cock-slit and guided it by the urethra.
-Oh gosh! Oh gosh! -Cohen pleaded. Lou grinned.
The second cylinder was smaller and placed around the cock-head through the hose; it had rubber pads in its inner side that were accurately designed for the glans shape. These rubber pads were coupled with a petite mechanism that make them do their magic on the sensitive spot while eventually helped the jizz toward the short hose straight to the vacuum flask. Cohen felt the stroking-sucking job of the machine as soon as Lou started it. Cunning Lou set the dial control in “slow” to keep the boy in arousal, going through a variety of sensations, but unable to reach orgasm unless he received a stronger stimulus.
Lou let the orgasm build up without hurry as he watch mesmerized how his guest wiggled inside the wrapping in total abandon. Cohen was starting to get used to this device working on his shaft. The fear on his blindfolded face turned into a satyr grin; after all, this machine delivered unique sensations, its pumping sounds got him more aroused as he get closer and closer… oh so slowly… His hard cock deep in the penis cylinder was feeling like in a real human hole, being convincingly pumped in its inner silicon sleeve.
Meanwhile Lou was putting on some gloves covered with plastic little spikes in the palms and in every of the ten fingers and again placed those sharp nails on the fingertips.
-Now you will fly beyond your senses…!
Saying this, Lou began to slide the palms of his gloves all over the oiled soles of Cohen’s feet. Being firmly wrapped within the nylon tape, the boy could only shudder and spew his lungs out with raucous laughter. He tried to curl his toes, but the toe-strings kept his soles taut and inexorably smooth, ready for this tickle torture dished on them. In the meantime the milker-stroker mechanically sucked and jerked him without respite… Maybe Cohen would love now having someone or “something” working his ass too, but who in his right mind would ask another incentive, being under this storm of sensations?
Minutes later, a first gush of cum travelled by the hose toward the vacuum flask. The body tends to get more sensitive after the orgasm, and Cohen’s wasn’t an exception. Lou devoted to saw his fingers in between the boy's toes, letting the tiny spikes scratch the tips and tender gaps of his trapped digits. This sent Cohen into a new level of madness, his booming laughter travelled a wide register of hysterical squeaks, both the mummy wrap and the mattress trembled like an earthquake. Lou changed to his fake nails to skate them the length of the soles up and down in an incessant running from heels to the balls. The torturer slowed down and increased the speed by turns to help his victim recover before push him again to the bottom of tickle hell. The oil provided an unbelievable smoothness to the scratching. Cohen was horny as never before. Unstoppable waves of energy came from his guts again and again; animal power exploding in his crotch in the form of a spread arousal! He shot another load. His body shivered with each forced orgasm and he shook in disbelief – how the fuck could he could produce so much cum? Was the feet tickling? The incredible suction of the machine? The combination?
Cohen wakes up with a startle. He’s very tired and sore, especially his manhood, though manages to sit up and look around with some difficult because of the sunshine. He notices he’s stark naked in the middle of the countryside, his clothes are scattered around, but this doesn’t surprise him a lot actually. Splashed with mud and rainwater isn’t odd after a wet night.
-Wow, I remember having a big time, but… why the hell I'm here?
The sound of a car coming closer makes him gather his clothes and hide behind a nearby bush. The car is driven by a man, there is a woman in the copilot seat and three noisy children in the back. Cohen is sure he has seen them before. The man looks outside for a second before telling off the kids. Cohen pulls down his t-shirt, put on his pants and shoes; his briefs and socks weren’t there, but usually this happens after a revelry.
As he walks toward his convertible, the boy checks his phone, staring at the screen with perplexity:
The car starts properly, Cohen smiles with relief: it’s not funny at all to get stranded in the middle of nowhere. A huge wooden house at about 100 meters from him attracts his attention. He hadn’t seen it from the spot where he woke up.
A blue convertible went through the countryside road. It’s already night and moving through a never explored area, Cohen followed the GPS on his phone where he early set an address. A roguish smile and cocky attitude screamed that he’s driving after fun.
-This guy Lou seem nice. I liked him from the beginning. I just hope he’ll be worth so much road traveled…
This were his first holidays since he’d started as assistant of a dry wall contractor a year ago. The boy got this job thanks to a childhood friend whose family owned a construction business. In this post Cohen would learn to install sheetrock, textures walls, ceilings, and was really doing it good, so a free week was highly received. As soon as he ended his work day on Friday evening, he rushed to his flat, showered, picked up his bag with a few stuffs and left. His first stop was in a mate’s all-night party. He woke up on Saturday noon amid a pile of bombed youths. Still smashed, the cheerful crowd invaded the home of another pal, made a slap-up meal to celebrate his birthday, loud music, tons of alcohol, drugs, riotous people wanting unlimited fun. Monday morning Cohen was checking his social networks and came across an invitation made by a guy met a week ago in Fetlife, named Lou. His buddies were super cool, but Cohen had a private streak that he only shared with people like you can find in these places. He hadn't slept for two days and was too whacked to drive, so he stayed sleeping it off prior going after that he supposed it’d be another wild party. Cohen loves surprises and this Lou promised a fun involving the sensitivity of the body, but didn’t specify how it would be used. Considering that his own body was extremely sensitive, Cohen was already hallucinating with something beyond his wildest fantasies. About 4 pm he came to and went to his convertible with the mysterious address in his GPS.
Intermittent rain forced him to unfold the collapsible roof and start the windshield wipers, but nothing would ruin his adventurer mood. In truth, Cohen was the most positive boy in the world; he could be disturbed by almost nothing, with the only exception of not getting his fun.
As he gone deep into the countryside, the road was getting more and more deserted.
-Hell, anyone live in this end of the world? –he said with a perplexed look-. The map is ok. Or I hope so… Damn it! Did I take the address wrong?
Fortunately, the rain eased off, allowing a better visibility. The GPS marked a point at the left and about 300 meters ahead.
- At last arrived! Or so I think...
His eyes made out an old house. There were pools of rainwater in the path toward the house. Cohen got out of his car and reached the porch on foot.
-Hope this guy didn't stand me up. And that he’s not a psycho…
He sent a message to his new friend telling he was outside the house. Seconds later he received an answer asking him to apologize, that they had to leave but are coming back soon, that he could come in the house, get comfortable, there is food and he can dispose of the house as his own because they rented it for a whole week.
Without thinking twice, Cohen got in as if he owned the place. The last miles travelled under the rain made him feel that he’d already went through it before. That feeling increased the moment he saw this house and switched on the lamp of the living room.
-That’s weird! Swear I've been here sometime! But… when?
The out-of-date furniture seemed to say hello again: the carpet, the sofa, the armchairs, the coffee table, the shelf and the clock saying ten past nine.
Cohen walked through the hall. A mouth-watering smell of food drew him to the kitchen. He found a table full of a various dishes.
There were truffles, oysters and others shellfish spiced with pepper, meat with asparagus and green bean, chocolate and bowls with exotic drinks. Decided to get the best from this experience, the guest assured himself to get a generous taste of every food.
Once he was satiated and seeing his friend hadn't shown up, Cohen entertained himself browsing around the house. First he found a room with a bed, a chair, a wardrobe and a dressing table. The next door opened to a bathroom with a tub. He took the opportunity to have a leak. While he relieved his bladder, his eyes went to the tub; he’d loved to lie there for hours, above all because his last shower was two days ago and had been running from one party to the other. He was sticky and this tub was so inviting…
Within minutes, Cohen was lying in the tub filled with warm water. The lad rested both hands behind his head and stretched his legs out of the tub, the calves perched in the verge and his feet dangling. His face showed pure bliss. Soon he drifted into dreamland…
Still with his eyes closed, Cohen realized that he was lying on his stomach over a vinyl surface. This evoked the furniture in his grandma’s home when he was a kid, but this one didn’t feel like a couch or a chair. Besides his arms were stretched frontward and his legs spread out, allowing the air caress his ass… He wasn’t in the warm tub anymore?! The youth opened his eyes and looked around in total perplexity. Two guys and two girls stared at him and they all were naked.
-What the fuck??! Lou? –He managed to recognize his Fetlife friend in the younger guy-. What the hell…? Hey! What’s going on?
He quickly noticed that his forearms were trapped inside a sort of leather sleeves, a complex system of buckles held them in place. His calves were as well locked within similar sleeves, stretched backward. The place where he was lying on was a Y-shape rack upholstered in vinyl, his legs spread apart allowed total access to his ass.
-Is this a joke?!! –he cried-. What are you gonna do to me??!
-Easy, boy –Lou approached Cohen’s face-. We aren’t gonna hurt you. You came here of your own free will, don’t you?
-Yeah, but I'm not sure about what do you want getting me in this…
-Don't worry –said a woman- you came here for fun, right? I promise you’ll have the time of your life…
-Tied up to this thing could be very tempting, Marg, but…
-Did you tell’im my name? –the woman asked Lou. Lou shook his head in disbelief-. How did you know my name?
-I-I'm confused! I swear came here before, but-but I can’t say when… or… maybe in other life… Don’t you believe in previous lives? No? Oh shit!
The four looked at each other and smiled mischievously. Lou climbed on the rack, just over Cohen’s torso and whispered on his ear.
-Let me give you something so you can see our good will…
Saying this, Lou let his hard cock travel around Cohen’s butt. He skillfully went down the length of Cohen’s back, kissing and sliding the tip of his tongue by the spine till reach the ravine of his ass. Cohen started feeling nice currents and goosebumps. Then Lou grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart forcing the hole very stretched and devoted to lick it hungrily, often digging his meaty tongue deep as much as he could. In spite of his unease, Cohen began to relax: he couldn’t help, but having his ass licked had the power to carry him beyond himself. Even better if it’s penetrated by a cock, which Lou did before long. Lou place one hand on the lad’s neck and with the other grasped him by his hair. This stud Lou owned a massive dick that lavishly lubricated was jammed through the hole with cadenced, unstoppable thrusts. Cohen had been fucked many times before, but this Lou was a satyr!
As if this wasn’t enough, Cohen felt his own cock getting worked under the rack. Obviously, it had a hole at the level of the crotch through which his dick hung and there was someone ―a really dexterous someone!― stroking and sucking him! Submerged in ecstasy, he noticed that the girls were there enjoying the show, but Randall was out of sight, so the masturbator must be the mature guy and… oh man… he was doing it deadly well! Fucked and blowjobbed at the same time was too much for him. The boy came within seconds; since his cock was deep in throat, all his spunk was shot right in Randall’s stomach.
Both Lou and Randall withdrew from their places. Panting and moaning, Cohen enjoyed the after-orgasm for a couple of minutes; a trail of cum dribbled out of his tender hole. A nanocamera in his innards would show his veined rectum obscenely drenched in white goo, still quivering with animal pleasure.
-They say the body gets dozens of times more sensible after you cum –told Randall.
-Yeah… I guess so… -said Cohen not getting Randall’s point.
Lou poured a fine scented oil all over Cohen’s body and did as he had told, a massage, from his neck to the knees and even the boy’s feet. The hunk’s fingers glided gently all along the young skin, making it smoothest, tender, oh so scrumptiously glossy under the warm light…
Out of the blue, the attack was unleashed. Bound as he effectively was, Cohen could do nothing to stop them: forty fingers began to tickle his slick body without respite. The room filled with a hilarious mood. It’s ridiculous!, he though previous to lose the ability of putting together a coherent idea. These people made him travel over here to tickle him? This is crazy! If the intention was going him mad, they really were getting it! Cohen never imagined that his body was that sensitive. His last memories of being a tickle victim were from his childhood and no more than a few minutes. Hell, those fingers were skilled enough to trigger sensations that got more excruciating each second till the point it was impossible for his nerves to take. His giggles turned into fresh gusts of youth laughter, uncontrollable, unrestrained.
Cohen writhed with all his might against the leather sleeves like a fish out of the water, but his fruitless exertions and pleas to stop only fueled the torturers’ craving to keep him in hysterics forever. To the fingers were added vibrators, violet wands, pinwheels, forks, combs and those very useful spiky gloves! The combination between the exquisite oil with the post orgasm sensitivity got the nerve-endings of the boy’s skin highly reactive when those fingers and tools rubbed all over the flesh in that oh so vicious way.
One hour and a half after the beginning, the residents moved away. Cohen was guffawing and babbling some time after they left him alone. He looked so beautiful out of breath and reduced as he was right now to a glistening mess. Big pearls and rivers of sweat dribbled down his shiny flesh. A quick look at the floor underneath the rack let see a small pool of whitish goo, proof of he had orgasmed against all odds. Lou got his cheery face to Cohen’s while the others undid the leather sleeves to let him free.
-Now you wanna leave… or stay?
Lou brushed with his fingers the sweat-soaked hair of the lad. His dark eyes and killing smile showed again this come hither expression that gripped Cohen’s heart since the first time he saw the hunk in Fetlife and decided he would do anything this guy ask him to do. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tickling torture was really too much, though it wasn’t too bad on balance. It was endurable… well, provided he didn’t die in the attempt. And he had undergone worst things before, truth be told. Cohen was in the fetish world since he was 12, by the hand of a 15 years old neighbor and his 18 years old mates, so he had had lots of training, in particular meeting new and more expert teachers, which explain his incredible stamina. A smile in his pretty face confessed his willingness to stay.
He sat up in the rack; the four residents were around him, everyone naked, happy, full of life and excitement. They chatted as if he knew them for years. Cohen admitted that this was his very first time in the ticklee role. He knew about tickling fetish, but he’d never had the chance to taste it, though he believed it might be fun seeing that people was laughing most of the time and lost control of themselves which he most loves because he’s very fond of exploring his own limits.
He agreed to a second round, this time face up in the same vinyl-upholstered rack. He knew that this time he probably would spill his guts out literally with laughter, but who cares! As long as he had Lou inside him again. They hadn’t finished of restraining him and he was already sporting a rampant erection, and no one hadn’t even touched his genitals yet!
He felt the scented oil being slowly dribbled whilst the four residents devoted to increase his sensitivity by massaging every exposed inch of his body, neck, chest, armpits, arms, stomach, groin, cock and balls, inner thighs, knees, ankles, insteps, soles and toes. Cohen felt himself in the torture chamber of the Marquis of Sade; all his flesh tensed with breathtaking anticipation. To get things more interesting or worst, they blindfolded his eyes. Then it starts. First gentle wriggles in the slick holes of his armpits and scribbles up and down his lubed soles. He wasn’t able to say which spot was more ticklish. Strokes from his elbows following the underarms toward the flanks to end in the belly: that was killing! At the same time someone scratching along the arches, digging the nails beneath the toes driving the poor boy and making him beg like nobody before. Not only that, another set of fingers explored his abdomen as another one dealt with his nipples, digging their nails in circles and squeezing the knob as he howled with laughter and begged to stop.
Cohen got immersed in a psychedelic world like in his wildest parties. It was beyond description as Lou promised. Even though he was enjoying like mad! As if one half of himself replied with the same shattering, devious vibes to this torture inflicted on his body in the inscrutable path of pleasure.
To help him recover somehow in the course of the torture, the tickling subsided a bit to give way a mouth that engulfed his cock and gave him a blowjob, like in a concert when most of the instruments slow down to allow a solo from a particular one. Cohen shuddered not knowing his body how to react. He wasn’t in control of himself anymore. Just like he learned in previous encounters with others fetishists, the body has its own ways to behave during the process. Having his balls drained out, his cock barely oozed a drop, even though the orgasm was guaranteed.
Then it came the turn of the tools: different kind of brushes for his armpits and soles, vibrators for his nipples and bellybutton; a magic wand for his cock and balls; toothbrushes for his toes and the back of his knees; forks, calamus and pinwheels for his heels and arches.
His body proved to be ultra ticklish under the storm of these tools. Hell, they were pure evil! Nonetheless the masochist soul knows how to get the better from every experience.
The residents just couldn't stop; they just kept tickling Cohen as if no were tomorrow. Cohen was smashed enough that he got completely incoherent as a consequence of the extreme sensory overload. The residents knew it’s time to stop their brutal games once and for all. Cohen’s strength had been tested beyond its limits and nothing more could be done for fun. A smile in his drenched, contorted face showed he was still alive…
Cohen wakes up with a startle, but he quickly recovers and manages to sit up. He feels dizzy, exhausted, aching and isn’t surprised at all for his nakedness. He looked back, the roof and second floor of the house confirmed his intuition. “Isn’t better to wake inside?”
The convertible is still parked near the road. He goes there, gets in and starts. In that moment, a car approaches and stops behind him. A man gets out toward the convertible.
-Are you ok? –asked the stranger.
-Sure… Wait, don’t come closer. I'm not… dressed –said Cohen.
-Ok, you… you were in mad house, don’t you? –asked the man with indulgence.
-Why do you always ask me the same question?
-Everything’s ok, Kal? –A woman in the copilot seat and three children in the back gawked at him as if he’d fallen from another world.
-You have been there, right? –replied Cohen.
-Well, boy, at your age one usually does some crazy things. You just take care, ok?
The man went back to his car and left. Cohen drove toward the porch of the house.
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