CapturedDoll
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After being subjected to an all night, tickle torturing session... Gerald finally awoke. He could feel his hard cock STILL standing upright. He went to touch himself... to finally relieve the built up cum from last night's horrific tickling. But when Gerald reached out... all he grabbed was something harder than his cock. He pulled back the sheet, and ripped down his shorts. He was wearing some sort of metal dick cage. His cock could stand fully at attention.... but he couldn't touch himself. He tried to put his fingers in through the 1 inch squared holes but... jerking off was just not happening. A lock was keeping the cage shut. Frustrated, he stood up to try and walk his sexual frustration off. But instead he saw the sleeping giant... Dez... still asleep on his own cot. Not wanting to make a sound... he quietly.. and carefully sat back down. Gerald was afraid to breath.
Suddenly a different type of chime went off. Different from the one he had heard the day before. The speakers came to life. "All prisoners please be ready to report for lunch. And with a crackle the voice disappeared. Gerald felt eyes burning into him from close by. He turned his head and saw Dez staring back at him. If looks could kill... Before anything could happen, all of the doors were slid open, all at once. A loud clang rang through the halls throughout the prison. Gerald quickly pulled up his shorts and threw on his slippers. Practically running out into the hall, he looked down at himself... How absolutely ridiculous he looked spiking such a huge tent in his pants.
The lines were drawn into immediate formation. 2 long lines down the row. The man before him in line towered over him as he turned around to face Gerald. Covered in tattoos... face, arms, legs... long white hair...he smiled a wicked grin at Gerald. He was Mexican too... at least he appeared to be. "Oh God", Gerald thought to himself. "Fuck my life." Without warning the Man grabbed him over his pants and by the cock cage. Gerald raised his hands in defense of his face. He yanked him by the cage, back and forth, and side to side.. Hard enough that it made Gerald look like a puppet doll who couldn't decide which way to face.. "See YOU later muffin...HAHAHAaaaa.....". Roughly, Gerald was pushed backwards by the Man on his cage. Falling into the prisoner being him... Gerald was shoved forward by the surprised prisoner. Gerald hunched over to pronounce the fact that he was... at least in this moment... a bitch who couldn't defend himself. Proud, the tattooed Man turned back around as the line was starting to move forward. With a smirk and lots of cured bravado.
Heading into the cafeteria, the Men were silent. One by one they moved through the line with absolutely no problems, whatsoever. None for Gerald either as his food seemed hot and... actually looked good! As the line reached the end... they all picked up their desserts... no complaints ...no huffs. They started to seat themselves, one by one, as the line formation continued. Gerald couldn't help but look behind him and notice Dez standing out. About 10 or 11 Men back behind him. He was THAT tall. Dez was looking straight back into Gerald's eyes. Or rather... straight through him. Gerald's fear rose in his throat. He wasn't sure he could eat. Though since he already hadn't eaten in a couple of days...he just had to try.
The line formation was such that each person sat down one after the other, side by side. As Gerald got to his seat, he watched as the Men around him, took off their slippers. Placing them neatly underneath their benches. They quickly placed their feet in a fairly large, and leaning black box. One large, steel box per man. Following suit, he tried as quickly as he could to do the same. Slowly he remembered a handful of the rules. Trying to figure out how to put his feet inside the square, Gerald saw directions made into little metal signs, screwed into the table in front of each prisoner.
Directions for "The Body Guard".
1- Take off your slippers, and place your bare feet inside "The Body Guard".
2- Place all ten toes inside the ten plastic loops. These are made of hard plastic and they
will not break. No matter how much you wiggle your toes or try to break them.
3- Expect to have the loops tighten around the bottoms of your toes.
4- Expect the loops to slowly pull your toes slightly backwards on it's multiple chain drive.
5- Your ankles will be encased in 2 holding cuffs for immobility. Do not move during this time.
6- Once the machine has finished putting your feet in place, you will have 2 feathers directly pointing towards your feet. If you break the rules, expect the machine to start promptly. Duration: One hour or less. Further action will take place if you resist.
Gerald took great care to follow the directions. He seemed to do everything correctly as he now felt the plastic loops tightening... and then the chains pulling his toes backward. This felt good actually. A nice stretch, Gerald though to himself. Then the stiff leather cuffs met around his ankles. 2 leather crescent moons coming together to make a full one. His cock twitched at the feelings of his feet and ankles being immobilized. "Oh God I do NOT want to get used to THIS"! Gerald was now panicking. But instead of having an absolute panic attack, he tried to concentrate less on his twitching cock, and more on the food placed in front of him. He couldn't help but dive in. After tasting everything on his plate he smiled and thought... "Not bad. A miniature steak!? Served with fruit juice, green beans, and macaroni with a slice of bread? NICE! And... jello... Well... can't have everything." Gerald ate the entire thing in 5 minutes. If he had been at home he would have made himself another plate. But...he wasn't at home. And his girlfriend wasn't here to start washing their dishes for him. "Well...ex girlfriend now...". Gerald thought sadly. In spite of the sweet and fond memories now threatening to break his heart... he DID feel much better
Finally able to look up and around him... Gerald tried REALLY hard not to make eye contact. Unfortunately everyone at the table was already there to meet his gaze. Some were smiling... some were not.
Meanwhile Dez, enjoying his well earned lunch, was starved! There would be plenty of time to put this idiot Gerald in his place. But first... LUNCH!! He ultimately knew it was not Gerald's fault. But considering the multiple rapes he ended up having to go through... and losing the "game"... he did cum first after all... he also lost control of his bladder... a few times. How did Gerald make it without cumming? He must be in so much pain! "Haha... muy bueno", Dez thought to himself. But.. Dez now looked like a pussy. And... "NO ONE makes Dez looks like A PUSSY", Dez thought to himself with renewed anger. He pulled apart his steak with his fork and dull knife whipping it around the plate. Members of his gang gave up their desserts, and bread to him through their network. Passed down and over to him, hand by hand. They still had their loyalty at least. Glancing around him though... he knew he had been downgraded a level within the prison hierarchy. The smirks and stares told Dez everything he needed to know.
But, Dez remembered Gerald was wearing the cock cage given to rule breakers once they were released from The Laughing Hole. He saw it on him before he too passed out. Its part of the program. Cock training. And blue balling if it goes that way. And... for punishment. Dez was thankful he didn't have to wear one today. As he had been forced to cum multiple times... the Guards knew it was pointless for him to wear one until he had taken his next vitamin. He was as soft as a still large, but cooked noodle. But even then, the Guards knew when enough was enough. Usually. Last night wasn't the first time he had been raped in this place. But as a Gay Man... who had himself raped a few (well... 10... he only got caught on the few)... hot but completely weak guys... this was just more tools for his trade. If it hadn't been those fuck face guards...he would have enjoyed himself more. FUCK authority. Still... rough was fun! And he needed them occasionally for his drugs. His ass though was killing him. Thankfully there were no deliveries coming next week. Spit for lube is just fucked up. But as for Gerald being a noob...well..."Carne fresca para todo el mundo", Dez smiled to himself wickedly.
Meanwhile, Gerald wished he could just get up and go back to his cell. He had 40 minutes left to wait. Gerald, trying to be patient, watched the guards to see what they were up to. They quietly stood by an enormous switchboard. Gerald looked back down as he didn't want even a wrong glance to be a catalyst for a foot tickling. "No...not again." Large numbers in metal were also screwed into the tables. Gerald sat at 47.
Suddenly he felt his tray move as it grazed his arm. Before he knew it, his water had been spilled into his lap. "Oh FUCK!!! Gerald exclaimed loudly!" Jesus CHRIST!!! Can I get some napkins over here!!?? His shorts were now soaking wet. He looked at the Man beside him... a fair and medium sized, short haired brunette Man, with long and raw scars across his face. The Man started to giggle. "I'm SO sorry.." He covered his mouth to try and stifle his giggle." Gerald spoke angrily "It's FINE but can you just get me ssssome..." His voice trailed off... Oh no... the feathers were beginning to move. He shook his head. "No... NO... PLEASE... not THAT." He thought incredibly to himself.
Gerald could feel the arms of the machine start moving the feathers up and down inching closer and closer. Bursts of teeny, tiny little breezes glided over his feet. Gerald looked over to the Guards PLEADING with his eyes. He shook his head wildly at them. The Guard smiled and saluted him, mocking him. "Cowards!!", he though menacingly! Gerald felt the feathers find their marks, and start dragging themselves slowly up his heels... then along his arches... over the cushy part under his toes, and finally a flick on his toes stems. Gerald gripped the edges of the table. He heard muffled giggles all around him... merry eyes watching his reactions. "Enjoy lil bitch..." said the scarred Man next to him." Gerald wanted to give him an elbow to his fucked up face. But the feathers... once they had reached his toe stems they started to to wiggle. "Oh no...pleasheheheheseae...." Gerald started to giggle. His cock started to come back to life. Snaking itself out rather rapidly within it's cage. The feathers stepped themselves back... and dragged themselves back up over his heel... and again up the arch. Gerald tried to get up but there was no way now. Again, rising to meeting his toe stems...they wiggled all over... dancing, prickling... tickling the stems causing Gerald to start losing control. "HehehehehHAHAHAHA... NOHOOHO God STAHAHAHAOP!!!! HEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA..." .
His laughter started to rise out among the prisoners. Embarrassed, he banged the table with his fist a few times. Most of the prisoners were smiling happily. Some continued to eat... wanting anything else BUT to get involved. The scarred Man started to poke Gerald in the ribs... then shot for his ears to tickle. But Gerald knocked the Man's hand away. The scarred Man angrily grabbed him by the hair and raised his fist. But just as he was about to let go...a new whirring started. The Man unclenched his fist. He immediately let go of his hair. "No.. NO... PLEASE!!! He STARTED IT!!!!" The hidden feathers stroked themselves against his feet... heels to toes... "HAHAHAHAHAHA OH NO NO HAAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOUHOOHOHOO!!!!" He too banged his fist against the table. As the scarred Man started to scream into fits of laughter, he threw his tray and all of its contents over the other prisoners heads. Sensing this could turn into an attempt at a riot, (and that's ALL it would be) two Guards quickly hurried over and handcuffed both prisoners behind their backs. Soon they were gagged and hooded. "ANYONE ELSE"?? The Guard boomed down loudly at the rest of the table. The rest of the Men played with their empty dishes as if there was more food to eat.
Dez didn't need to turn around to realize what was happening. He recognized Gerald's laughter as he had had to listen to it all night long. He hadn't sent out the word for ANY retaliation to be taking place. YET. But... it was apparent to him that his Gang knew everything that had gone down. And acted appropriately. He looked around the table and watched as the smirks and smiles drained away from the other prisoners face. The invisible food on their plates looked just amazing. Multiple forks and spoons scratched at leftover crumbs and sauce. Empty glasses of water were tipped back in vain attempts at finding any droplets left. Dez smiled broadly and finished the last of his mini steak. Dez would give his friends a wonderful reward at exercise time... Gerald's ass. "Or maybe his mouth"... Dez contemplated. Whatever happened... Gerald was going to be "en una situación muy delicada."
Gerald now had 30 minutes left to go. But he didn't know that as he was left completely in the dark by the hood covering his head. With his hands handcuffed behind him, he had to be extremely careful not to fall over backwards. He listening to the stifled and still hysterical laughter of the scarred man sitting next to him. In retaliation, the man tried to knock heads with him. He made contact once but it was more of an accident as the foot tickling was driving them to move around in their seats like shaking, windblown trees. Gerald's feet were so ticklish and so sensitive from the all night tickling torment...that now his cock was back at full alert. His feet and dick were becoming one. The feathers tickled and jabbed at high speed now... their soft edges ran all over the Men's stretched arches. Gerald remembered how the feathers from last night slid up and down his cock. He tried to rub himself against the cage but it just wasn't soft enough. And he WAS wet. Thankfully his wet, cold shorts couldn't touch his dick. He felt gross. Dirty. As dirty as he felt... the feathers were playing a MUCH dirtier game with his feet.
"MMMMPHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMHEHEHEHEHEHE". The feathers stroked his bare feet over and over and over again. Thinking at all was becoming impossible. The Men sitting at the table with him were rubbing their cocks through their shorts. They knew better than to take out their cocks at meal time. But... they still couldn't help but touch themselves. One Man at the end of the table let out a "YES BITCH!!!" Just to feel the feathers tickle his bare feet too. The Guards didn't bother handcuffing or gagging Ernie... he usually did this twice a week.
Soon the minutes rode themselves out. As the 30 minute mark came to pass... the Men's hoods were removed. A guard sat across from them and silently wagged his finger at Gerald and focused on the scarred man. "Lester... you should know better... are you going to do this again tonight"? Or do you want to sit here all day and have your sensitive tootsies tickled for the rest of the day. The still gagged Lester shook his head as fast as he could. "And you... Gerald Rack...hahaha ... I think you like being tickled!? Well don't worry... you'll be up to your ears in tickle hell here... I promise you." Gerald's feet were still getting a hellish feathering as the Guard sat a few minutes longer to watch the Men squirm. Al of the other prisoners were gone. Gerald's face was turning red as the feathers had returned to the Men's taut arches... The smell of desire was thick around Gerald. Unwanted desire... and fear... Gerald's eyes were wide with insanity as he felt the feathers jump up to his toes and flick about haphazardly. Gerald was close to pissing himself now. "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHMMM MMM MPHAAHAHAHAHAHAA. And Lester was near passing out as he was too ticklish to have his bare feet tickled this long. His laughter was becoming subdued but still dribbling out as his eyes were looking outwardly dazed.
"OK... turn it off." The guard pointed to another one of his cronies and the switches were finally clicked off. The black, leaning boxes whirred a different sound as the loops inside loosened around their toes. Their feet slowly brought back forward... and the cuffs were released. As the Men slowly stood up, they were told to get down on their knees and crawl back to their cells. Barely having time to put on their slippers, they managed, but were both kicked abruptly in the ass to get going. The crawl back was long. It felt like miles. When in reality the ten minutes it should have taken took 30. Lester was taken directly back to his cell. But Gerald was taken to the bathroom to have a LONG piss.... and then a shower. With the cock cage still on Gerald, after he finished the soothing shower, he was allowed to dry his cock with a hair dryer. Then he put on a new set of yellow prison clothes and was taken directly outside.
3 Guards joined his leading Guard. Apparently it was exercise time as all of the prisoners were out in the yard strolling about. But poor Gerald, was suddenly turned around and had handcuffs placed on him. He was forcibly led to yet another set of stocks directly in the middle of the yard. There were a few more stocks around the yard but all empty. These stocks were cut in half and leg width apart. When they reached the stocks, the Guards jumped on him. His clothes were cut off, stripping Gerald naked and forced to sit down. His wrists were chained overhead to an old and unused basketball poll. He tried to fight but was just too exhausted. With legs spread apart and his feet placed in the stocks... he felt a cool breeze move through his ass cheeks. The seat he was sitting on had a huge hole in it. Underneath lay a long black bench. The only thing still covering Gerald was his slippers. Shaking, and dazed with shock... Gerald watched as the Guards simply walked away. The entire yard of Men surrounded him. Within the crowd... Gerald caught sight of the white haired, Mexican Man, who put something in The Guards hand. Leaving, the Guard just smiled back at Gerald. What Gerald saw next caused the most fright he had felt since he had arrived. His eyes widening... tears formed as he watched Dez... and quite a few hard and muscled Mexican Men walk towards him through a widening path through the crowd... Cheers rang out as Dez... who may have not triumphed the night before... was about to take control of this prison once again.
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Penitentiary-Part-4-(Mmmm-m-Non-Con-sexual-)
Suddenly a different type of chime went off. Different from the one he had heard the day before. The speakers came to life. "All prisoners please be ready to report for lunch. And with a crackle the voice disappeared. Gerald felt eyes burning into him from close by. He turned his head and saw Dez staring back at him. If looks could kill... Before anything could happen, all of the doors were slid open, all at once. A loud clang rang through the halls throughout the prison. Gerald quickly pulled up his shorts and threw on his slippers. Practically running out into the hall, he looked down at himself... How absolutely ridiculous he looked spiking such a huge tent in his pants.
The lines were drawn into immediate formation. 2 long lines down the row. The man before him in line towered over him as he turned around to face Gerald. Covered in tattoos... face, arms, legs... long white hair...he smiled a wicked grin at Gerald. He was Mexican too... at least he appeared to be. "Oh God", Gerald thought to himself. "Fuck my life." Without warning the Man grabbed him over his pants and by the cock cage. Gerald raised his hands in defense of his face. He yanked him by the cage, back and forth, and side to side.. Hard enough that it made Gerald look like a puppet doll who couldn't decide which way to face.. "See YOU later muffin...HAHAHAaaaa.....". Roughly, Gerald was pushed backwards by the Man on his cage. Falling into the prisoner being him... Gerald was shoved forward by the surprised prisoner. Gerald hunched over to pronounce the fact that he was... at least in this moment... a bitch who couldn't defend himself. Proud, the tattooed Man turned back around as the line was starting to move forward. With a smirk and lots of cured bravado.
Heading into the cafeteria, the Men were silent. One by one they moved through the line with absolutely no problems, whatsoever. None for Gerald either as his food seemed hot and... actually looked good! As the line reached the end... they all picked up their desserts... no complaints ...no huffs. They started to seat themselves, one by one, as the line formation continued. Gerald couldn't help but look behind him and notice Dez standing out. About 10 or 11 Men back behind him. He was THAT tall. Dez was looking straight back into Gerald's eyes. Or rather... straight through him. Gerald's fear rose in his throat. He wasn't sure he could eat. Though since he already hadn't eaten in a couple of days...he just had to try.
The line formation was such that each person sat down one after the other, side by side. As Gerald got to his seat, he watched as the Men around him, took off their slippers. Placing them neatly underneath their benches. They quickly placed their feet in a fairly large, and leaning black box. One large, steel box per man. Following suit, he tried as quickly as he could to do the same. Slowly he remembered a handful of the rules. Trying to figure out how to put his feet inside the square, Gerald saw directions made into little metal signs, screwed into the table in front of each prisoner.
Directions for "The Body Guard".
1- Take off your slippers, and place your bare feet inside "The Body Guard".
2- Place all ten toes inside the ten plastic loops. These are made of hard plastic and they
will not break. No matter how much you wiggle your toes or try to break them.
3- Expect to have the loops tighten around the bottoms of your toes.
4- Expect the loops to slowly pull your toes slightly backwards on it's multiple chain drive.
5- Your ankles will be encased in 2 holding cuffs for immobility. Do not move during this time.
6- Once the machine has finished putting your feet in place, you will have 2 feathers directly pointing towards your feet. If you break the rules, expect the machine to start promptly. Duration: One hour or less. Further action will take place if you resist.
Gerald took great care to follow the directions. He seemed to do everything correctly as he now felt the plastic loops tightening... and then the chains pulling his toes backward. This felt good actually. A nice stretch, Gerald though to himself. Then the stiff leather cuffs met around his ankles. 2 leather crescent moons coming together to make a full one. His cock twitched at the feelings of his feet and ankles being immobilized. "Oh God I do NOT want to get used to THIS"! Gerald was now panicking. But instead of having an absolute panic attack, he tried to concentrate less on his twitching cock, and more on the food placed in front of him. He couldn't help but dive in. After tasting everything on his plate he smiled and thought... "Not bad. A miniature steak!? Served with fruit juice, green beans, and macaroni with a slice of bread? NICE! And... jello... Well... can't have everything." Gerald ate the entire thing in 5 minutes. If he had been at home he would have made himself another plate. But...he wasn't at home. And his girlfriend wasn't here to start washing their dishes for him. "Well...ex girlfriend now...". Gerald thought sadly. In spite of the sweet and fond memories now threatening to break his heart... he DID feel much better
Finally able to look up and around him... Gerald tried REALLY hard not to make eye contact. Unfortunately everyone at the table was already there to meet his gaze. Some were smiling... some were not.
Meanwhile Dez, enjoying his well earned lunch, was starved! There would be plenty of time to put this idiot Gerald in his place. But first... LUNCH!! He ultimately knew it was not Gerald's fault. But considering the multiple rapes he ended up having to go through... and losing the "game"... he did cum first after all... he also lost control of his bladder... a few times. How did Gerald make it without cumming? He must be in so much pain! "Haha... muy bueno", Dez thought to himself. But.. Dez now looked like a pussy. And... "NO ONE makes Dez looks like A PUSSY", Dez thought to himself with renewed anger. He pulled apart his steak with his fork and dull knife whipping it around the plate. Members of his gang gave up their desserts, and bread to him through their network. Passed down and over to him, hand by hand. They still had their loyalty at least. Glancing around him though... he knew he had been downgraded a level within the prison hierarchy. The smirks and stares told Dez everything he needed to know.
But, Dez remembered Gerald was wearing the cock cage given to rule breakers once they were released from The Laughing Hole. He saw it on him before he too passed out. Its part of the program. Cock training. And blue balling if it goes that way. And... for punishment. Dez was thankful he didn't have to wear one today. As he had been forced to cum multiple times... the Guards knew it was pointless for him to wear one until he had taken his next vitamin. He was as soft as a still large, but cooked noodle. But even then, the Guards knew when enough was enough. Usually. Last night wasn't the first time he had been raped in this place. But as a Gay Man... who had himself raped a few (well... 10... he only got caught on the few)... hot but completely weak guys... this was just more tools for his trade. If it hadn't been those fuck face guards...he would have enjoyed himself more. FUCK authority. Still... rough was fun! And he needed them occasionally for his drugs. His ass though was killing him. Thankfully there were no deliveries coming next week. Spit for lube is just fucked up. But as for Gerald being a noob...well..."Carne fresca para todo el mundo", Dez smiled to himself wickedly.
Meanwhile, Gerald wished he could just get up and go back to his cell. He had 40 minutes left to wait. Gerald, trying to be patient, watched the guards to see what they were up to. They quietly stood by an enormous switchboard. Gerald looked back down as he didn't want even a wrong glance to be a catalyst for a foot tickling. "No...not again." Large numbers in metal were also screwed into the tables. Gerald sat at 47.
Suddenly he felt his tray move as it grazed his arm. Before he knew it, his water had been spilled into his lap. "Oh FUCK!!! Gerald exclaimed loudly!" Jesus CHRIST!!! Can I get some napkins over here!!?? His shorts were now soaking wet. He looked at the Man beside him... a fair and medium sized, short haired brunette Man, with long and raw scars across his face. The Man started to giggle. "I'm SO sorry.." He covered his mouth to try and stifle his giggle." Gerald spoke angrily "It's FINE but can you just get me ssssome..." His voice trailed off... Oh no... the feathers were beginning to move. He shook his head. "No... NO... PLEASE... not THAT." He thought incredibly to himself.
Gerald could feel the arms of the machine start moving the feathers up and down inching closer and closer. Bursts of teeny, tiny little breezes glided over his feet. Gerald looked over to the Guards PLEADING with his eyes. He shook his head wildly at them. The Guard smiled and saluted him, mocking him. "Cowards!!", he though menacingly! Gerald felt the feathers find their marks, and start dragging themselves slowly up his heels... then along his arches... over the cushy part under his toes, and finally a flick on his toes stems. Gerald gripped the edges of the table. He heard muffled giggles all around him... merry eyes watching his reactions. "Enjoy lil bitch..." said the scarred Man next to him." Gerald wanted to give him an elbow to his fucked up face. But the feathers... once they had reached his toe stems they started to to wiggle. "Oh no...pleasheheheheseae...." Gerald started to giggle. His cock started to come back to life. Snaking itself out rather rapidly within it's cage. The feathers stepped themselves back... and dragged themselves back up over his heel... and again up the arch. Gerald tried to get up but there was no way now. Again, rising to meeting his toe stems...they wiggled all over... dancing, prickling... tickling the stems causing Gerald to start losing control. "HehehehehHAHAHAHA... NOHOOHO God STAHAHAHAOP!!!! HEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA..." .
His laughter started to rise out among the prisoners. Embarrassed, he banged the table with his fist a few times. Most of the prisoners were smiling happily. Some continued to eat... wanting anything else BUT to get involved. The scarred Man started to poke Gerald in the ribs... then shot for his ears to tickle. But Gerald knocked the Man's hand away. The scarred Man angrily grabbed him by the hair and raised his fist. But just as he was about to let go...a new whirring started. The Man unclenched his fist. He immediately let go of his hair. "No.. NO... PLEASE!!! He STARTED IT!!!!" The hidden feathers stroked themselves against his feet... heels to toes... "HAHAHAHAHAHA OH NO NO HAAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOUHOOHOHOO!!!!" He too banged his fist against the table. As the scarred Man started to scream into fits of laughter, he threw his tray and all of its contents over the other prisoners heads. Sensing this could turn into an attempt at a riot, (and that's ALL it would be) two Guards quickly hurried over and handcuffed both prisoners behind their backs. Soon they were gagged and hooded. "ANYONE ELSE"?? The Guard boomed down loudly at the rest of the table. The rest of the Men played with their empty dishes as if there was more food to eat.
Dez didn't need to turn around to realize what was happening. He recognized Gerald's laughter as he had had to listen to it all night long. He hadn't sent out the word for ANY retaliation to be taking place. YET. But... it was apparent to him that his Gang knew everything that had gone down. And acted appropriately. He looked around the table and watched as the smirks and smiles drained away from the other prisoners face. The invisible food on their plates looked just amazing. Multiple forks and spoons scratched at leftover crumbs and sauce. Empty glasses of water were tipped back in vain attempts at finding any droplets left. Dez smiled broadly and finished the last of his mini steak. Dez would give his friends a wonderful reward at exercise time... Gerald's ass. "Or maybe his mouth"... Dez contemplated. Whatever happened... Gerald was going to be "en una situación muy delicada."
Gerald now had 30 minutes left to go. But he didn't know that as he was left completely in the dark by the hood covering his head. With his hands handcuffed behind him, he had to be extremely careful not to fall over backwards. He listening to the stifled and still hysterical laughter of the scarred man sitting next to him. In retaliation, the man tried to knock heads with him. He made contact once but it was more of an accident as the foot tickling was driving them to move around in their seats like shaking, windblown trees. Gerald's feet were so ticklish and so sensitive from the all night tickling torment...that now his cock was back at full alert. His feet and dick were becoming one. The feathers tickled and jabbed at high speed now... their soft edges ran all over the Men's stretched arches. Gerald remembered how the feathers from last night slid up and down his cock. He tried to rub himself against the cage but it just wasn't soft enough. And he WAS wet. Thankfully his wet, cold shorts couldn't touch his dick. He felt gross. Dirty. As dirty as he felt... the feathers were playing a MUCH dirtier game with his feet.
"MMMMPHAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMHEHEHEHEHEHE". The feathers stroked his bare feet over and over and over again. Thinking at all was becoming impossible. The Men sitting at the table with him were rubbing their cocks through their shorts. They knew better than to take out their cocks at meal time. But... they still couldn't help but touch themselves. One Man at the end of the table let out a "YES BITCH!!!" Just to feel the feathers tickle his bare feet too. The Guards didn't bother handcuffing or gagging Ernie... he usually did this twice a week.
Soon the minutes rode themselves out. As the 30 minute mark came to pass... the Men's hoods were removed. A guard sat across from them and silently wagged his finger at Gerald and focused on the scarred man. "Lester... you should know better... are you going to do this again tonight"? Or do you want to sit here all day and have your sensitive tootsies tickled for the rest of the day. The still gagged Lester shook his head as fast as he could. "And you... Gerald Rack...hahaha ... I think you like being tickled!? Well don't worry... you'll be up to your ears in tickle hell here... I promise you." Gerald's feet were still getting a hellish feathering as the Guard sat a few minutes longer to watch the Men squirm. Al of the other prisoners were gone. Gerald's face was turning red as the feathers had returned to the Men's taut arches... The smell of desire was thick around Gerald. Unwanted desire... and fear... Gerald's eyes were wide with insanity as he felt the feathers jump up to his toes and flick about haphazardly. Gerald was close to pissing himself now. "AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHMMM MMM MPHAAHAHAHAHAHAA. And Lester was near passing out as he was too ticklish to have his bare feet tickled this long. His laughter was becoming subdued but still dribbling out as his eyes were looking outwardly dazed.
"OK... turn it off." The guard pointed to another one of his cronies and the switches were finally clicked off. The black, leaning boxes whirred a different sound as the loops inside loosened around their toes. Their feet slowly brought back forward... and the cuffs were released. As the Men slowly stood up, they were told to get down on their knees and crawl back to their cells. Barely having time to put on their slippers, they managed, but were both kicked abruptly in the ass to get going. The crawl back was long. It felt like miles. When in reality the ten minutes it should have taken took 30. Lester was taken directly back to his cell. But Gerald was taken to the bathroom to have a LONG piss.... and then a shower. With the cock cage still on Gerald, after he finished the soothing shower, he was allowed to dry his cock with a hair dryer. Then he put on a new set of yellow prison clothes and was taken directly outside.
3 Guards joined his leading Guard. Apparently it was exercise time as all of the prisoners were out in the yard strolling about. But poor Gerald, was suddenly turned around and had handcuffs placed on him. He was forcibly led to yet another set of stocks directly in the middle of the yard. There were a few more stocks around the yard but all empty. These stocks were cut in half and leg width apart. When they reached the stocks, the Guards jumped on him. His clothes were cut off, stripping Gerald naked and forced to sit down. His wrists were chained overhead to an old and unused basketball poll. He tried to fight but was just too exhausted. With legs spread apart and his feet placed in the stocks... he felt a cool breeze move through his ass cheeks. The seat he was sitting on had a huge hole in it. Underneath lay a long black bench. The only thing still covering Gerald was his slippers. Shaking, and dazed with shock... Gerald watched as the Guards simply walked away. The entire yard of Men surrounded him. Within the crowd... Gerald caught sight of the white haired, Mexican Man, who put something in The Guards hand. Leaving, the Guard just smiled back at Gerald. What Gerald saw next caused the most fright he had felt since he had arrived. His eyes widening... tears formed as he watched Dez... and quite a few hard and muscled Mexican Men walk towards him through a widening path through the crowd... Cheers rang out as Dez... who may have not triumphed the night before... was about to take control of this prison once again.
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Penitentiary-Part-4-(Mmmm-m-Non-Con-sexual-)
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