#tickle meat

[tickle-terato-filth]

I want to get buried alive in the same coffin as a lee. We hear the dirt shoveled on top of the lid, and it gets quieter and quieter until we know we're totally trapped underground. During this, the lsd + shrooms + pot edible we each took fully ramp up. We are both naked and we both have low-power vibrators secured against our genitals, set to go on and off randomly. It's pitch black. Of course, there's no way for the lee to get away from my tickling hands. Maybe their arms are straight "up" towards the end of the coffin, and they aren't restrained, but there's just no room to bend their arms so they can lower them to protect themself. But my hands are free to explore their upper body.

The plan is that our friends will dig us up in about 6 hours, but there's no way to tell how long it's been. There are no distractions, and I have nothing else to do besides make this a living hell for them. 6 hours of ecstasy for me and 6 hours of inescapable nightmare for my lee. No one else can hear them whimper or laugh or scream or cry or beg.

The intensity of the hallucinogens and the deprivation of all sight has me forget that I'm even a full person. I'm just my tickling hands slipping over sweaty ticklish flesh and digging in between ticklish bones. The screams of joy-suffering become not something I consciously hear but a condition of my reality. The vibrator probably has me cum many times, but since I'm just hands, it feels like my hands cum from the ecstasy of nonstop tickling.

And as for my lee, I can't imagine what this is like for them. Probably some mixture of confusing, scary, and violating. Probably they forget they're a person too, reduced to just helpless tickle parts. Maybe the claustrophobia and torture completely breaks them. Oh well, no way out now.

[tickle-terato-filth]

What I need is a dumb little tickle slut, hypnotized nonverbal, all their adult thoughts stripped away. Everything deleted except the core of their tickle kink in all its i embarrassing intensity.

A naked dumb little tickle slut, naked except for their hands locked into padded mittens, so they can't hide their arousal.

I want to pass them around among other lers and force them to worship our bodies as we touch and tickle them/it any way we want, as long as we want, no matter if it screams or cries. I want to have it sit in our laps and soak its naked arousal through our clothing.

I want us all to thoroughly use it until it has nothing left, then keep going and going. A merciless gang tickle-rape of a thoroughly-dehumanized tickle toy. I want to still smell their scent on me afterwards

[tickle-terato-filth]

Your death spots are so bountiful. Is how I'd put it. They're like an untapped mine with rich veins.

You're so ticklish, you've told me sometimes it feels like you'd rather die than bear another second. You've begged for death. "Kill me, kill me!" That's talking dirty to me. That's what your death spots are: your kill-me spots.

And that's why it's especially wonderful that your spots aren't scarce and you don't desensitize. Bountiful. The slightest effort extracts the maximum reward. You're so easy.

Drilling into the death spots under your side ribs tonight, you emitted a guttural scream, a horrendous noise that's one of the greatest rewards I can get as a ler. I stopped... don't want to upset the dog. But at some point, we'll rent a remote place with no need to worry about sound, and when we're there, I'll drill for hours.

[tickle-terato-filth]

Could you recommend some extreme gay tickling content you've talked about and tell where to find it?

well this was the hub of it all:

This site is for guys who are into the more INTENSE aspects of Male/Male bondage and tickle torture. Includes lots of stories, some pics, Pe

... came SO many times to those stories and really that entire aesthetic. Also Cor's writing:

Fantastic settings, nonhuman captors, skittish targets, snug restraints. You've stumbled into ticklemonster.zone...

-- formative. A whole universe of stories about mostly-male-coded tickle monsters abducting mostly men. Usually really cruel and psychopathic monsters.

Also anything by Hooder, e.g. http://www.queerhorror.com/stories/theFiend.html

The Fiend by Hooder

It's honestly amazing all this stuff is still up.

Idk if this makes sense, but /f stuff was, and mostly still is: ​oh women are delicate and cute and I want to nibble their tummies and hear their musical giggles. ~ But /m stuff was: lees are slabs of meat to strap down, force poppers on them, tickle torture them for hours with no safeword, milk every single drop of cum out of them, and enjoy their helpless, hood-muffled screams

and yes, sometimes the former is good too, but you know the latter spoke to me

[tickle-terato-filth]

right now I'm thinking of you, naked, stretched spread eagle, face-up on the bed, except I'm underneath you, naked too. When I got underneath you it pulled your body extra taut. Now my head is next to your hooded head and my legs are intertwined with yours.

I'm reaching around you to tickle your lubed-up belly, sides, ribs, pits, tits. As I do, my cock gets hard, and its tip is pushing against your vulva. I tickle harder and thrust up into you. You're doing your usual scream-moan thing. Which makes me harder. Which makes me tickle harder and thrust more violently

I know exactly what you're thinking about. I shared a story with you once, a tickle hell story, and you were obsessed with it. In the story, a damned girl is pursued by gangs of these 6-armed ape creatures. When they catch her, as they always do, they hold her down, tickle her brutally, and take turns raping her. I'm your ape now, and you're in my hell. You know I don't show mercy. You're my tickle meat, just flesh to tickle and holes to fuck.

You laugh and scream and thrash uselessly.

[tickle-terato-filth]

how long and how cruelly do I need to tickle torture you before you hate me? Let's find out.

[tickle-terato-filth]

I like the idea of people bringing lees to me, prenegotiated, for me to wreck

what I mean is, say there's a certain type of lee who wants a very sadistic tickling experience from a ler they don't know and never met. And I know there are such lees. So the idea is I employ these scouts who find the lee, vouch for me, propose my conditions for play, and if the lee agrees, the scout sets up a "blind date" of sorts. And you might think that's insane for them to agree to subject themselves to CNC torture by a sadist they never met, except I know for a fact that there are lees who are so in need of serious, competent tickle torture, they'd agree.

so on the date we set up, the lee gets delivered to me, maybe in a box or the trunk of a car, maybe hooded or gagged, maybe drugged. And then they're mine until the scouts come to pick them up, maybe in a couple days. In advance I'd have arranged to get their medication schedule, dietary needs, allergies, the whole thing. Perhaps a preference sheet, as long as I have ultimate creative control. I get a signed statement where they agreed to the nudity, forced orgasms, fucking machines, prolonged tickle torture with no safeword, the whole thing.

we might never see each other's faces or know each other's names. I get a tickle toy to put through hell, and they get to experience that hell. Win-win, no need for a relationship. I find out they liked it if they decide some day to be taken to me again. And if they didn't like it, well, that's life.

I know there are a lot of lees who want lers to see them and get to know them as a whole person who's more than just a tickle object. That's completely understandable and valid. This isn't for those lees.

[tickle-terato-filth]

masturbating rn bc the nonbinary hottie (she/they) I dosed with acid and hooded and forced to cum and tickle tortured in rural Ohio, just today posted a photo I took of her in that cabin, hung from a beam with rope. And I'm happy because I remember that like it was yesterday, and I need to remember that it's still happening and it will always be happening. Also I'm tipsy on pineapple-cointreau martinis.

I miss intimacy and I deeply want it. Of late it's common for lees to post about how much they fucking need to be fucking tickled, and the desperation is hot. But for lers, we still think we need to play cool. Not me. I fucking need to fucking destroy someone, badly. Tickle them to tears and piss and despair and regret and dozens upon dozens of unwanted orgasms. I need a trapped pair of feet and I need to viciously scrub them with bristles. I need my fingers in pits. I need to drill into soft and unprotected parts. I need a lee who specifically asked not to have a safeword screaming "red" through their gag, uselessly, in agony, struggling to breathe. I need to fuck tickleflesh. I need.