Hi everyone! This is the continuation of this first story that I posted. This one is about double the length because the two scenarios here were originally posted in two installations on my DA page, although part of the same chapter (you'll see what I mean). Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading! 🙂
The building was a decommissioned firehouse, which made it the most unique of any fraternity house Cory had been to so far. Being half-way through his freshman year, he’d been to a number of parties on Frat Row already, and through his girlfriend, Jamie, Cory actually met Steve once or twice already.
Steve walked him through the communal kitchen and the lodging rooms which had high lofts where the firemen used to sleep. The common room on the second floor was occupied by four guys playing video games and passing around a bong. They greeted Cory on his way by, and he noticed Mark on the couch playing with them. Mark grinned at Cory slyly.
“Hey, bud. Long time no see!” Mark said from the couch waving.
“...Hey, man.” Cory didn’t know what to say to him. The last time he’d seen Mark, he was being tickled to limits he didn’t even know his body had. He felt a flutter in his stomach and turned to his attention back to Steve. “This place is so cool, dude. I can’t believe this old firehouse got to be repurposed this way.”
“Right? Pretty neat, huh? So, let me show you my room since we’re on my floor. And I’ll show you the only downside to the building—the communal shower room. Here’s my room.”
Steve opened the door to his dark bedroom and let Cory walk in first. Suddenly, he was grabbed from inside the dark room, felt a cloth on his mouth, and that was it. He was out.
Cory woke up standing. He couldn’t see but he could feel his arms were stretched high above his head. His wrists were tied to a steal showerhead. His ankles were tied to benches bolted to the ground and spread just far enough to feel a cold breeze under his crotch that told him behind the blindfold he was naked. A pit sank into his stomach. On his back he could feel a chilly, tiled wall. This must be the showers, he thought.
“Oh, good. You’re up,” a voice in front of him said matter-of-factly.
“Steve? Is that you? What the hell’s going on?” Cory replied.
“Well, after I told you about the initiation process, I figured we could get it out of the way while you’re already here,” he paused. “And it’ll give us a chance to really get acquainted.”
Cory’s heart sank. “...Why am I naked? And tied up?”
“Well, our initiations are usually... Personalized, let’s say.” Cory could tell something was up by how carefully Steve chose his words.
“Wh... What do you mean?” Cory started shivering. The air of uncertainty made the room much colder.
“Oh. Look at him. He’s cold. Somebody get a hot shower going for our guest,” Steve said. A stream of refreshingly hot water started raining down on Cory from the showerhead above him. “We’re very accommodating to potential members. We want to show our hospitality.”
Cory gasped and shook for a moment as the drops tickled his armpits. He adjusted though and relaxed as the water warmed him.
“We always start off with a thorough cleaning... As a courtesy,” Steve said blandly as Cory suddenly felt two soapy hands on each side of his ribcage.
“AGH—” he shuddered violently. “What is this!” He felt the hands rubbing and sliding up and down his sensitive torso. His lips were pursed, holding back laughter as they worked their way from his ribs to his chest. Then, another pair of hands worked their way up to his armpits as the other pair worked their way down to his belly and waistline. The hands in his stretched-out armpits dug their soapy fingers in the crooks and worked the soap around thoroughly. The other pair wiggled their fingers against his waistline—this combination was all it took.
“OH FUHUHUCK! STOP THAHAT!” Cory cried, trying to twist and evade the slippery fingers.
“Really get it in there, guys. We want to make sure our guest gets nice and cleaned up for the ceremony tonight.” Steve said.
The hands at his waistline started pressing their thumbs in circles around his hips while the others kept wiggling around his armpits.
“AHAHAHA PLEASE GUYS! THIS ISN’T COOL! I’M TOO—”
“Ticklish?” Steve said teasingly. “Oh, we know.”
“WHAHAT??”
“You see. What I meant by ‘personalized,’ was that we tailor each initiation to what we know about the potential member... And...” Steven started to wiggle his fingers lightly against his ribcage. With six hands on Cory’s body now he was bucking as much as his tight binds would let him. “In my research I learned how... sensitive you are.”
As Steve said “sensitive,” Cory felt the hands in his armpits scribble their way down to his nipples, grazing them occasionally as they worked around in teasing circles.
“Not without the help of my good friend, Mark, though.”
“AGHHAHAHAHA NOHOHO!” His torso shook violently from the teases. The thumbs at his hips snuck down to the creases where his groin met his upper thighs. He felt his entire body flush with embarrassment and frustration. He knew something wasn’t right when he saw Mark during the tour.
His butt bucked back and forth against tiled wall, desperately trying to evade the fingers at his groin.
“NONONO STOHAHAP PLEASE!” He begged, realizing Steve must know everything about that afternoon in Jamie’s dorm.
“Look at him squirm, guys,” Steve’s fingers skittered their way up and down his sides, slipping around with soapy ease. Steve felt a poke in his stomach and looked down to see Cory’s cock rising. “Aw, poor kid... It’s okay, Cory. Must be hard to control yourself with all this stimulation.”
Cory felt what was happening and whined as he tried to shake away the sensations. The water stopped after all the soap had washed away. The tickling stopped as well, but he kept giggling as if the fingers were still there. His cock pointing up towards the ceiling.
“Guys... you had your fun. Please...” Cory huffed out trying to catch his breath.
Steve lathered his hands back up with soap. “Please? Please what?” he said as he started rubbing the soap into Cory’s thighs.
“No no no. Come on. Please! This isn’t funny...” he said.
Cory started wiggling around and shaking his legs. His cock bobbed around as he tried to shake off the increasing skittering sensations traveling from his knees to his upper thighs, repeating that pattern slowly.
“But you were laughing so much! And I told you... We need to make sure we do a thorough cleaning...”
Cory felt a pair of hands start goosing his butt cheeks. Combined with Steve’s fingers starting to flutter along his inner thighs, Cory started lost it again.
“OHHOHOHO NOT TH—”
“...Which means the fun is only just starting for you, my new friend.” Steve finished his thought and the assault began again. The fingers goosing his butt started fluttering lightly all along the cleft where his thighs met his butt.
“AAAAGHHAHAHAHA SHIT!” he squealed. The three pairs of hands started lathering Cory’s lower half in soap. The hands tickling his crotch and hips before moved down the backs of his knees and lower-inner thighs. The hands at his ticklish butt scribbled and squeezed around every inch of his cheeks and crack. The lubrication from the soap heightened the tickles so much he thought he would pass out or burst. Cory started to notice how much his cock ached for attention too.
This was when he felt Steve’s soapy fingers start grazing his balls.
“FUUUHUHUHUCK! PLEASE! NOT THEHEHERE! STEVE!”
“No? You sure? That’s not what your dick is telling me,” Steve teased as he kept two fingers running along his balls and moved his other hand to his perinium.
“NOOHOHOHOHO! IT’S TOO TICKLISH!”
“What’s too ticklish? Here?” Steve focused one hand on each ball, scribbling his fingertips lightly, gliding easily with the soap.
“OH MY GAHAHAD!”
“Or here?” Steven switched both his hands to Cory’s sensitive perinium. He shook desperately. The verbal teases made it so much worse, and he was so much more vulnerable than the last time he was tickled like this.
“Or maybe... You meant somewhere else?”
In his bellowed laughter and howls Cory felt his cock twitch at the thought of getting the same soapy treatment the rest of his body was getting.
“PLEEEAAASE AHAHAHAHA! STEEHEHEVE!”
“You keep yelling my name and “please” but I don’t know what you’re begging me for...” Steve teased as he focused his attention on the shivering boy’s balls. A couple of his fingers would occasionally graze the base of his dick. Whether this was intentional Cory didn’t know, but it was driving him mad. A warm feeling rose in his belly and his balls were tight against his crotch.
“Please stop? Please tickle me more? I’m not hearing ‘stop.’ So, what is it, Cory?” Steve was enjoying Cory in this desperate, conflicted state.
“IT’S TOO MUHUHUCH! I’M... YOU’RE GONNA—”
“Gonna what? You must be going crazy...” Steve knew what to say. Mark must have told him just how to push Cory to the edge. “Is there maybe a spot we haven’t cleaned yet? I’d hate to miss anything.”
“FUUHUHUHUCK! DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT! JUST—”
“Listen to him! He loves it guys. Look at his funny smile!” Steve started skittering his fingertips up and down the sides of his cock, trapping his aching manhood between them strategically—tickling only the sides to avoid stimulating Cory the way he needed.
“OH COME OHOHOHONNNN! DOHOHON’T!” Heat rose in Cory’s belly. He was getting close.
“Mark, why don’t you go back to his armpits? Charlie, how about you get his butt?”
“WHHAHAHAHAT! FUCK YOU GUHUHUYS!” He couldn’t believe them. No matter what, he couldn’t get out of this crazy couple’s ticklish clutches.
“Don’t be silly. We know how much you love it!” Charlie cooed as she started goosing his butt.
“You should see how hard you are!” Mark teased next to his ear as he spidered his soapy fingers all around his armpits and neck. Even the breath of Mark’s voice tickled Cory’s ear, making him flinch childishly.
“Isn’t he adorable?” Charlie said. “Going crazy over a few tickles.”
“Poor, sensitive Cory—shaking like he’s about to explode.” Steve said as Cory felt his hands hands retreat from his cock, leaving Cory right on the edge. “Too ticklish for his own body to handle.”
“WAIIAHAHAIIT! YOU HAVE TO—”
“We have to what? Finish you? Say it, Cory. You want us to make you cum? Your dick is twitching.” Mark said as he scribbled his hands down to Cory’s ribs.
Charlie’s hands went from his butt to the backs of his knees. “Poor thing.” She whined as her nails raked the backs of his legs.
“UUNNGGH— PLEEEHEHEHE JUST—"
“Don’t worry, Cory. I have just the thing.” As Steve said this, Cory felt a stream of water coming at him from the front, starting at his armpits and making its way down. Steve had a retractable showerhead pointing right at him while Mark and Charlie kept up their expert work. Charlie was tickling his balls again, keeping him right on the edge. His senses were so heightened even the water tickled as it landed on his skin and trickled its way down.
“HOLY SHIHIHIHIT!” The stream got lower and lower. The power of the water was just enough to make him flutter with desire as the stream landed on his belly, just above his rock-hard cock.
“PLEAEHEHESE! I’M SO CL—OHHHHOHOHO FUCK!” In the middle of Cory’s begging, Steve pointed the stream right on his cock.
“OHHH SHIT! YOU’RE MAKING ME—I’M G—I’M CUUHUHUGGGHHH!”
The rapid beads of water enveloped his whole groin—both tickling his hypersensitive dick and stimulating it like a light vibrator. But Steve backed up a step, just far enough for the pressure to weaken and keep Cory straddling the edge, his abdomen shuddering with aching desire.
“OH MY GOD! I WAS SO...”
“Now that you’re nice and clean...” He turned the shower head off. His friends stopped tickling and removed his blindfold. He looked around at them. Mark and Charlie were both naked and drenched. Steve stood fully-clothed in his light pink polo and dark blue jeans—a bulge outlined under his left pocket. “It’s time for the real initiation ceremony.”
“Guys...” Cory whimpered, looking down at himself, desperately throbbing to be pushed over the edge. “Just end it. Please. Finish me. Don’t leave me like this. Not after all this torture.”
“Don’t worry, Cory. You’ll get what you want tonight... Eventually. Take him down guys but keep him tied. We’ll bring him up to the common room where the real fun will unfold.”
“No! Stop! I want out! I’m not interested in joining anymore! This is insa—”
“Don’t worry, cutie. Your girlfriend’s coming. Remember all the fun she had with you last time? You didn’t think she’d miss this did you?” Charlie said in his ear as she undid his wrists from the pipe above him.
Cory’s body was too tired to protest. He flopped to the ground and passed out instantly.
After his thorough cleaning, Cory found himself being carried through the frat house wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. Too tired to put up a fight, his view of the ceiling was obstructed by the faces of Steve, Mark, and Charlie above him; Steve carried him by his arms and Mark by his legs. They turned into one of the bedrooms.
"Where are you taking me?" Cory said to his captors weakly.
"We're in my room..." Steve replied. "... Where we can continue our initiation more privately now that you're clean and all wound up from earlier."
"Please. Just let me go. You've had your fun." Cory's voice indicated he had no strength in him to resist. He was at their mercy, which sent a thrill through Steve.
"Don't pretend like you weren't enjoying it..." Steve said. "Okay. Let's tie him up to this."
They placed Cory down on a tall-backed lounge chair in the corner of the room. As they tied his ankles to the legs of the chair and raised his arms above his head, Cory thought about Steve's words. He couldn't deny that his torturous shower, as well as his first experience with these sadistic ticklers orchestrated by his girlfriend, Jamie, were two of the hottest experiences of his life. He couldn't tell if it was the tickling, or being dominated helplessly, or frankly both. All he did know was that his body still tingled from being pushed so close to the edge in that shower and denied release, and the thought of being subjected to their teases even further tonight sent a warm wave of lust through Cory that he was beginning to accept.
His arms were secured together above his head. His tied wrists rested on the top of the chair's back, and a long rope ran all the way down to the bottom where it was tied to one of the back legs. Cory sat in his bath towel, which ended just above his knees and was folded together at the front of his waist. With his legs spread shoulder-width, the towel's crease spread open slightly, revealing minimal skin from his inner thighs and allowing a cool breeze to graze his crotch. He shivered, and realized how tightly his topless upper body was secured. He could barely move his torso.
"Mark. Charlie. Thanks for your expert help, but I'll take it from here." Steve said, and dismissed Cory's tickle-crazed friends. He was quite relieved that he only had to deal with two hands instead of six. The room was quiet for a moment. Cory watched Steve approach him with a wood chair he grabbed from his desk. Steve placed the chair in front of Cory and sat down, marveling at his helpless, sensitive body.
Steve reached one hand out to Cory's bare knee and slowly, lightly caressed the skin with his nails by starting in the middle of knee and spreading his fingers out as though they were a seismic wave spreading from an epicenter. Cory jumped, gasped, and held his breath, trying not to laugh.
"I've barely even started yet..." Steve said menacingly as he started tickling his other knee in the same slow, torturous motion. Cory's eyes clamped shut as he breathed out through his nose in short, sharp intervals.
"You know... I've been friends with Jamie since high school. We've told each other everything since we were fifteen." Steve said matter-of-factly. Cory's eyes shot back open with surprise. "She's frankly been upset that you haven't been... intimate... with each other since your last enounter. I told her I'd try to talk some sense into you. Although we haven't done much talking admittedly."
Cory looked up to the ceiling shaking his head in denial. This couldn't be happening. He questioned how everyone in his college life could be so obsessed with tickling. Steve got up and moved out of sight. Cory breathed a sigh of relief and caught his breath.
"But, I'll let Jamie speak for herself." As Steve said this, he started wiggling his fingers into Cory's armpits. Cory's whole body tensed and again he held his breath, trying not to laugh as he saw Jamie enter the room wearing nothing but a white terry cloth robe and a hungry grin. While Steve's nails skittered in his armpits and tears welled in Cory's eyes from the strain of resisting laughter, he knew mercy was not in Jamie's plans with him. And he couldn't deny that the sight of Jamie and her malevolent gaze triggered a newfound eagerness that he was refusing before. Not knowing what she and her best friend had planned excited him.
"Jamie!" Cory's voice was strained from trying to ignore Steve's fingers. "Please. I'm sorry. Can we... just... talk??" The words escaped his mouth in between deep breaths.
"Sorry, baby... I'm not in the mood to talk." Jamie said as she sat in the chair in front of Cory. He watched her pleadingly. The robe was wrapped tight around her, outlining her shape. Without any words, she started goosing one of his knees with one hand and scraping the nails of her free hand behind his other knee. That broke the seal for Cory.
"FUUHAHAHACK! NONONOHOHO!" He cried.
"So ticklish... Isn't he Steve?" She said to her friend.
"Oh yes... You should have seen him in the shower. He's so sensitive even the water tickled him." Steve said from behind Cory as he moved his dancing nails to the taut skin of Cory's ribs.
"AGHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! I HATE THE RIHIHIBS!" All Cory could do was shake his torso.
Jamie began spidering her nails along the backs of Cory's calves which made him jump so much his butt lifted and arched away from the chair. Steve pushed him back down and continued tickling his ribs.
"SHIHIT! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS TICKLISH THEHEHERE! STOHOP!"
"Oh I love discovering a new spot!" Jamie exclaimed, childishly clapping her hands. "How exciting..." She scraped her nails even harder at his calves again.
"NOOOHOHOHO! GET AWAY FROM THERE!" Cory bounced his butt up and down. His flimsy towel was starting to lose it's grip around his waist.
Jamie moved her nails up to his stomach and sides which sent uncontrollable wails from Cory's mouth.
"WAAAHAHAHA OH SHIHIHIT!" AAAHAHAHAHA! JAMIEHEHEHE!
Then Cory felt Steve's fingers started wiggling around his nipples and the tone of Cory’s laughter notably shifted.
"NNNNNHHHOHOHO NO! STEVE PLEHEHEASE DON'T!"
"Oh he likes this, Jamie." He said gesturing his eyes down to Cory's lap. There was a wide enough gap splitting in the towel to show Cory's dick stiffening from the teasing.
"Awww. I think Cory is a little ticklish on his nipples!" Steve said as he changed from circling Cory's nipples lightly to wiggling one finger back and forth over each one. Cory's back arched in and out from the chair involuntarily. Cory was distracted enough from the arousing nipple teasing that he didn't notice Jamie's tickles on his sides stopped.
"Hehehe stop, Steve. Come ohohonnnnnn!" Cory pleaded weakly with his eyes closed.
"If you meant that, you wouldn't be poking through your towel right now," Steve replied teasingly. And he was right. Cory looked down to see his erect penis poking up through the crack in his towel. That was when Jamie reached into the towel and started slowly but firmly dragging her nails up and down the length of his inner thighs.
"OH GAHAHAHAD JAMIE NOOOHOHOHO! THAT'S NOT FAAHAHAIIRRRR!"
"What's not fair is how scared you've been of even touching me since I tickled you silly... especially because we both know you LOVED IT!" As Jamie said "loved it,” she began digging her fingers into the crease where his thighs met his groin.
"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! I'M SAAHAHARRYYYY!" Cory bounced his lap up and down. He felt his cock swaying and aching i’m the air of the room.
"Oh it'll take more than an apology, baby." Jamie said in a dominating tone as she started skittering one nail lightly around his balls. After being edged so hard in the shower nearly an hour prior, the ball tickling combined with the nipple tickling put Cory in a state of desperate arousal.
"UUUNNGGGHAHAHAHA OH MY GAHAHAD! WHAT DO YOU WAHAHANT!"
"What do I want?" Jamie repeated with a satisfied grin.
"YAHAS! WHATEVER YOU WAHAHANT!"
"For what? For the tickling to stop? Or for more tickles somewhere else?"
"I think we know the answer to that question." Steve said, chuckling. "He's so worked up from his cleaning before I bet he'd pop from even the tiniest tickle down there." Steve said as he moved one of his hands up to tickle Cory's neck and chin.
"NONONOHOHOHO! GET OUT OF THEHEHEREEE!" Cory scrunched his chin down and fell into a silent laughter as he felt his cock throb from the new sensation. He didn't know his neck was an erogenous zone, and his body reacted accordingly.
"Well, maybe we should put Steve's theory to the test. Would you like that, Cory?"
Cory couldn't respond from the silent laughing fit induced by the neck and groin tickles. The only response Jamie got was a wanting throb from his dick, which she took as a yes.
From her robe pocket, she took out a fresh, unused shaving brush she bought specifically as a toy to use for her ticklish desires. Cory's eyes were still closed when she began brushing the length of his vulnerable manhood, slowly and lightly. His eyes shot open. Still in silent laughter, his body began trembling from how dreadfully ticklish his cock was, and the undeniable pleasure induced by those mean tickles. Involuntarily, his hips were trying to push toward the brush for more pressure, but now both of Steve's hands were tickling his neck which immobilized him. Pre-cum formed at the tip of his dick.
"Wow, Steve. You were right. You must have really worked him up. I can tell how close he is already." Jamie said. "Does that tickle, Cory? Is poor Cory a little ticklish on his sensitive boy parts?"
Steve's hands left Cory's neck, which again broke Cory's silent seal. He gasped inwardly for breath, and squealed: "YAAAHAHAHAHAS! IT TICKLES LIKE CRAHAHAZYYY!"
"Awww, that's too bad." Jamie teased as she dragged the brush up and down, slowly working every inch of skin on the underside of his cock. Cory's lower body was nearly vibrating from the sensations.
"Now," she said, presently. "You were saying 'whatever I want,' right?"
Cory couldn't reply. He only laughed and moaned.
"NNNNNHHHAHAHAHA MMMFUHUHUCK JAMIE!"
"I said: RIGHT?" Jamie punctuated her demand by fluttering the brush quicker, focusing on his tip. Cory's eyes rolled back into his head as he nodded in agreement.
"OHHHHHHH GAHAHAHAD! YES!"
"Good. Now, I want to hear you admit you love being tickled."
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands start tickling his feet. Steve must have snuck down there.
"OH SHIHIHIHIHIT! NOOOOHOHOHOH!"
"No??" Jamie repeated. "Then it's just more tickles for you. I can do this all night." She said as she stopped focusing on his tip with the brush to avoid making him cum too soon. She fluttered the brush up and down this length again, but quicker and a little firmer. She also tickled his perineum with two nails, occasionally grazing his balls. Cory was absolutely frantic between the tickles between his legs and his feet. He squealed and tried to thrash wildly.
"FUCK! PLEASE I CAHAHAHAN'T! AAAHAHAHAHA!"
"You have to say it. I told you an apology is not enough, Cory. I know you love being tickled. You're just denying yourself at this point."
"UNNNGHHHHH IT'S... TOO... MUHUHUHUCH!"
"Tickle tickle tickleee. We're not stopping until you say it," Jamie sang her words to him in a teasing melody. Cory couldn't take anymore edging. And at this point, she was right. Why deny how unbelievably hot this was, and how badly he wanted her to finish him.
"OKAY OKAHAHAHAYYYY!"
"Okay, what?" Jamie said grinning at her desperately ticklish boyfriend.
"I ADMIT IT! PLEASE FINISH MEHEHEHEHE!"
"You admit what? Do you love being tickled?"
"YAAHAHAHAHAS! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
"You have to say it." She said with no mercy in her tone.
Cory was on the edge, aching for release.
"MMMNNNNNFUHUCK! I'M GONNA-"
"Trust me," she stopped brushing his cock, but continued tickling his perineum and balls while Steve continued to scrape Cory's soles with his nails. His cock throbbed at the loss of her touch. "You're not cumming until I want you to."
"FUCK! OKAY! OKAY! I LAHAHAHAVE BEING TICKLED!" He thrusted his hips pleadingly.
"Awwww, you do?! How sweet! Do you love my tickles? Aren't you so lucky to have a girlfriend with a tickle fetish?"
"YAHAHAS! I LOVE YOUR TICKLES! JAMIEHEHEHEEEE PLEASE!"
"Okay. I think you've had enough. Steve, give him a break for a moment."
With that, the tickling stopped and Cory was left trembling and naked as the towel ended up a scrunched mess under him. Jamie loosened her robe slightly so it revealed more of her skin and cleavage, and loose enough that she could mount the chair Cory was tied to.
"What are you doing? You said you'd let me-" Cory looked her in the eyes as she mounted him, hovering her vulva just above his cock.
"Oh you'll get what you need. You just have to work for it." Jamie said as she lowered herself just enough put his tip inside her. She rubbed her upper body against his, with the intent of gently tickling his oversensitive skin with the fabric of her terry cloth robe. "Steve, tickle that spot on his calves that made him buck like an animal." She ordered.
Without words, he obeyed and started scribbling his nails all around the backs of his calves and knees, which sent Cory back into a laughing frenzy. Cory bucked his hips involuntarily up against Jamie's, forcing him into her warmth. They both moaned with relief.
"OHHHMMMMMMHHHAHAHAHA FUCK!"Cory moaned and laughed as he bucked his hips up and down.
"Ohhhhh, God. That feels so good, Cory." She reached down and started playing with her clit. Sneakily, Steve brought one of his hands up to Jamie's feet and started raking his nails from her heel to her toes over and over again.
"STEEEEHEHEHEVE! STAHAHAP! MMMMHMHMHM!" Jamie cried as she picked up the pace playing with herself while her boyfriend thrust into her in response to the tickles on the back of his leg.
"JAMIE! I'M SO CLOHOHOHOSE!" Cory cried hysterically.
Torturing Cory all this time got Jamie so worked up that it didn't take long for her to be on the edge too.
"OH GOD, ME TOO! DON'T STAHAHAHAPPP!" Jamie cried in Cory's ear.
"I'M GONNA C-UHUHUHUMMMMMM! AHAHAHAHA! Cory laughed hysterically through his orgasm, and so did Jamie as she finally let herself fully fall downward into his lap, grinding against her helpless boyfriend.
"AAAHHHHHNNN OHHHOHOHOH YES!" Jamie buried her face into Cory's neck as she came.
Steve tickled them both for a minute or two through their orgasms and then stopped as he noticed they were not longer reacting to the tickles. He was also incredibly worked up from witnessing and partaking in this experience. The front of his pants were strained at the sight of their spent, ticklish bodies laying on each other, and the thought of Jamie's relentless brush work. He also wanted to be the one applying that brush to Cory. Steve had known about Jamie's tickle fetish since high school. He knew her secret, and while Steve was still in the closet, she knew his secret too. The summer before college, at Jamie's request, Steve even indulged in her curious desire to both tickle and be tickled, which had then only existed in her imagination. She trusted him and he trusted her. Now, after helping her tickle her boyfriend to pieces, he understood the kink more than ever.
"Well... What a sight you two lovebirds are." Steve said jokingly, as though reminding them of his presence.
Steve saw Jamie whisper something in Cory's ear. Cory laughed and nodded his head in an agreement Steve didn't quite catch. Jamie untied Cory's wrists and ankles. Cory wrapped his towel back around his waist and gathered the ropes. Jamie approached Steve with a similar, hungry grin as when she first walked into the room to see her boyfriend on helpless display just for her.
"What?" Steve said nervously as he sat on his knees on the floor in front of them. Having been tickled by her once before, which was nothing compared to the tickling they just gave Cory, Steve didn't like the looks on their faces at all.
"You clearly enjoyed torturing my boyfriend all day." She said, gesturing a finger toward the bulge showing through Steve's pants.
"I... Well..." Steve stuttered as they towered over him.
"I think it's time Cory got some revenge. How does that sound, Cory?" She said as her boyfriend approached Steve with the ropes in his hands.
"Yeah..." Cory said menacingly. "I think some revenge tickles are definitely in order..."
To be continued...
Chapter 2: The Initiation
by JTstories
Cory’s soon-to-be brother walked him through the house on Frat Row—the University’s hub for house parties. Leading the private tour was Steve, the fraternity’s president, who found Cory wandering around the University Commons during Greek Day.The building was a decommissioned firehouse, which made it the most unique of any fraternity house Cory had been to so far. Being half-way through his freshman year, he’d been to a number of parties on Frat Row already, and through his girlfriend, Jamie, Cory actually met Steve once or twice already.
Steve walked him through the communal kitchen and the lodging rooms which had high lofts where the firemen used to sleep. The common room on the second floor was occupied by four guys playing video games and passing around a bong. They greeted Cory on his way by, and he noticed Mark on the couch playing with them. Mark grinned at Cory slyly.
“Hey, bud. Long time no see!” Mark said from the couch waving.
“...Hey, man.” Cory didn’t know what to say to him. The last time he’d seen Mark, he was being tickled to limits he didn’t even know his body had. He felt a flutter in his stomach and turned to his attention back to Steve. “This place is so cool, dude. I can’t believe this old firehouse got to be repurposed this way.”
“Right? Pretty neat, huh? So, let me show you my room since we’re on my floor. And I’ll show you the only downside to the building—the communal shower room. Here’s my room.”
Steve opened the door to his dark bedroom and let Cory walk in first. Suddenly, he was grabbed from inside the dark room, felt a cloth on his mouth, and that was it. He was out.
***
Cory woke up standing. He couldn’t see but he could feel his arms were stretched high above his head. His wrists were tied to a steal showerhead. His ankles were tied to benches bolted to the ground and spread just far enough to feel a cold breeze under his crotch that told him behind the blindfold he was naked. A pit sank into his stomach. On his back he could feel a chilly, tiled wall. This must be the showers, he thought.
“Oh, good. You’re up,” a voice in front of him said matter-of-factly.
“Steve? Is that you? What the hell’s going on?” Cory replied.
“Well, after I told you about the initiation process, I figured we could get it out of the way while you’re already here,” he paused. “And it’ll give us a chance to really get acquainted.”
Cory’s heart sank. “...Why am I naked? And tied up?”
“Well, our initiations are usually... Personalized, let’s say.” Cory could tell something was up by how carefully Steve chose his words.
“Wh... What do you mean?” Cory started shivering. The air of uncertainty made the room much colder.
“Oh. Look at him. He’s cold. Somebody get a hot shower going for our guest,” Steve said. A stream of refreshingly hot water started raining down on Cory from the showerhead above him. “We’re very accommodating to potential members. We want to show our hospitality.”
Cory gasped and shook for a moment as the drops tickled his armpits. He adjusted though and relaxed as the water warmed him.
“We always start off with a thorough cleaning... As a courtesy,” Steve said blandly as Cory suddenly felt two soapy hands on each side of his ribcage.
“AGH—” he shuddered violently. “What is this!” He felt the hands rubbing and sliding up and down his sensitive torso. His lips were pursed, holding back laughter as they worked their way from his ribs to his chest. Then, another pair of hands worked their way up to his armpits as the other pair worked their way down to his belly and waistline. The hands in his stretched-out armpits dug their soapy fingers in the crooks and worked the soap around thoroughly. The other pair wiggled their fingers against his waistline—this combination was all it took.
“OH FUHUHUCK! STOP THAHAT!” Cory cried, trying to twist and evade the slippery fingers.
“Really get it in there, guys. We want to make sure our guest gets nice and cleaned up for the ceremony tonight.” Steve said.
The hands at his waistline started pressing their thumbs in circles around his hips while the others kept wiggling around his armpits.
“AHAHAHA PLEASE GUYS! THIS ISN’T COOL! I’M TOO—”
“Ticklish?” Steve said teasingly. “Oh, we know.”
“WHAHAT??”
“You see. What I meant by ‘personalized,’ was that we tailor each initiation to what we know about the potential member... And...” Steven started to wiggle his fingers lightly against his ribcage. With six hands on Cory’s body now he was bucking as much as his tight binds would let him. “In my research I learned how... sensitive you are.”
As Steve said “sensitive,” Cory felt the hands in his armpits scribble their way down to his nipples, grazing them occasionally as they worked around in teasing circles.
“Not without the help of my good friend, Mark, though.”
“AGHHAHAHAHA NOHOHO!” His torso shook violently from the teases. The thumbs at his hips snuck down to the creases where his groin met his upper thighs. He felt his entire body flush with embarrassment and frustration. He knew something wasn’t right when he saw Mark during the tour.
His butt bucked back and forth against tiled wall, desperately trying to evade the fingers at his groin.
“NONONO STOHAHAP PLEASE!” He begged, realizing Steve must know everything about that afternoon in Jamie’s dorm.
“Look at him squirm, guys,” Steve’s fingers skittered their way up and down his sides, slipping around with soapy ease. Steve felt a poke in his stomach and looked down to see Cory’s cock rising. “Aw, poor kid... It’s okay, Cory. Must be hard to control yourself with all this stimulation.”
Cory felt what was happening and whined as he tried to shake away the sensations. The water stopped after all the soap had washed away. The tickling stopped as well, but he kept giggling as if the fingers were still there. His cock pointing up towards the ceiling.
“Guys... you had your fun. Please...” Cory huffed out trying to catch his breath.
Steve lathered his hands back up with soap. “Please? Please what?” he said as he started rubbing the soap into Cory’s thighs.
“No no no. Come on. Please! This isn’t funny...” he said.
Cory started wiggling around and shaking his legs. His cock bobbed around as he tried to shake off the increasing skittering sensations traveling from his knees to his upper thighs, repeating that pattern slowly.
“But you were laughing so much! And I told you... We need to make sure we do a thorough cleaning...”
Cory felt a pair of hands start goosing his butt cheeks. Combined with Steve’s fingers starting to flutter along his inner thighs, Cory started lost it again.
“OHHOHOHO NOT TH—”
“...Which means the fun is only just starting for you, my new friend.” Steve finished his thought and the assault began again. The fingers goosing his butt started fluttering lightly all along the cleft where his thighs met his butt.
“AAAAGHHAHAHAHA SHIT!” he squealed. The three pairs of hands started lathering Cory’s lower half in soap. The hands tickling his crotch and hips before moved down the backs of his knees and lower-inner thighs. The hands at his ticklish butt scribbled and squeezed around every inch of his cheeks and crack. The lubrication from the soap heightened the tickles so much he thought he would pass out or burst. Cory started to notice how much his cock ached for attention too.
This was when he felt Steve’s soapy fingers start grazing his balls.
“FUUUHUHUHUCK! PLEASE! NOT THEHEHERE! STEVE!”
“No? You sure? That’s not what your dick is telling me,” Steve teased as he kept two fingers running along his balls and moved his other hand to his perinium.
“NOOHOHOHOHO! IT’S TOO TICKLISH!”
“What’s too ticklish? Here?” Steve focused one hand on each ball, scribbling his fingertips lightly, gliding easily with the soap.
“OH MY GAHAHAD!”
“Or here?” Steven switched both his hands to Cory’s sensitive perinium. He shook desperately. The verbal teases made it so much worse, and he was so much more vulnerable than the last time he was tickled like this.
“Or maybe... You meant somewhere else?”
In his bellowed laughter and howls Cory felt his cock twitch at the thought of getting the same soapy treatment the rest of his body was getting.
“PLEEEAAASE AHAHAHAHA! STEEHEHEVE!”
“You keep yelling my name and “please” but I don’t know what you’re begging me for...” Steve teased as he focused his attention on the shivering boy’s balls. A couple of his fingers would occasionally graze the base of his dick. Whether this was intentional Cory didn’t know, but it was driving him mad. A warm feeling rose in his belly and his balls were tight against his crotch.
“Please stop? Please tickle me more? I’m not hearing ‘stop.’ So, what is it, Cory?” Steve was enjoying Cory in this desperate, conflicted state.
“IT’S TOO MUHUHUCH! I’M... YOU’RE GONNA—”
“Gonna what? You must be going crazy...” Steve knew what to say. Mark must have told him just how to push Cory to the edge. “Is there maybe a spot we haven’t cleaned yet? I’d hate to miss anything.”
“FUUHUHUHUCK! DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT! JUST—”
“Listen to him! He loves it guys. Look at his funny smile!” Steve started skittering his fingertips up and down the sides of his cock, trapping his aching manhood between them strategically—tickling only the sides to avoid stimulating Cory the way he needed.
“OH COME OHOHOHONNNN! DOHOHON’T!” Heat rose in Cory’s belly. He was getting close.
“Mark, why don’t you go back to his armpits? Charlie, how about you get his butt?”
“WHHAHAHAHAT! FUCK YOU GUHUHUYS!” He couldn’t believe them. No matter what, he couldn’t get out of this crazy couple’s ticklish clutches.
“Don’t be silly. We know how much you love it!” Charlie cooed as she started goosing his butt.
“You should see how hard you are!” Mark teased next to his ear as he spidered his soapy fingers all around his armpits and neck. Even the breath of Mark’s voice tickled Cory’s ear, making him flinch childishly.
“Isn’t he adorable?” Charlie said. “Going crazy over a few tickles.”
“Poor, sensitive Cory—shaking like he’s about to explode.” Steve said as Cory felt his hands hands retreat from his cock, leaving Cory right on the edge. “Too ticklish for his own body to handle.”
“WAIIAHAHAIIT! YOU HAVE TO—”
“We have to what? Finish you? Say it, Cory. You want us to make you cum? Your dick is twitching.” Mark said as he scribbled his hands down to Cory’s ribs.
Charlie’s hands went from his butt to the backs of his knees. “Poor thing.” She whined as her nails raked the backs of his legs.
“UUNNGGH— PLEEEHEHEHE JUST—"
“Don’t worry, Cory. I have just the thing.” As Steve said this, Cory felt a stream of water coming at him from the front, starting at his armpits and making its way down. Steve had a retractable showerhead pointing right at him while Mark and Charlie kept up their expert work. Charlie was tickling his balls again, keeping him right on the edge. His senses were so heightened even the water tickled as it landed on his skin and trickled its way down.
“HOLY SHIHIHIHIT!” The stream got lower and lower. The power of the water was just enough to make him flutter with desire as the stream landed on his belly, just above his rock-hard cock.
“PLEAEHEHESE! I’M SO CL—OHHHHOHOHO FUCK!” In the middle of Cory’s begging, Steve pointed the stream right on his cock.
“OHHH SHIT! YOU’RE MAKING ME—I’M G—I’M CUUHUHUGGGHHH!”
The rapid beads of water enveloped his whole groin—both tickling his hypersensitive dick and stimulating it like a light vibrator. But Steve backed up a step, just far enough for the pressure to weaken and keep Cory straddling the edge, his abdomen shuddering with aching desire.
“OH MY GOD! I WAS SO...”
“Now that you’re nice and clean...” He turned the shower head off. His friends stopped tickling and removed his blindfold. He looked around at them. Mark and Charlie were both naked and drenched. Steve stood fully-clothed in his light pink polo and dark blue jeans—a bulge outlined under his left pocket. “It’s time for the real initiation ceremony.”
“Guys...” Cory whimpered, looking down at himself, desperately throbbing to be pushed over the edge. “Just end it. Please. Finish me. Don’t leave me like this. Not after all this torture.”
“Don’t worry, Cory. You’ll get what you want tonight... Eventually. Take him down guys but keep him tied. We’ll bring him up to the common room where the real fun will unfold.”
“No! Stop! I want out! I’m not interested in joining anymore! This is insa—”
“Don’t worry, cutie. Your girlfriend’s coming. Remember all the fun she had with you last time? You didn’t think she’d miss this did you?” Charlie said in his ear as she undid his wrists from the pipe above him.
Cory’s body was too tired to protest. He flopped to the ground and passed out instantly.
After his thorough cleaning, Cory found himself being carried through the frat house wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. Too tired to put up a fight, his view of the ceiling was obstructed by the faces of Steve, Mark, and Charlie above him; Steve carried him by his arms and Mark by his legs. They turned into one of the bedrooms.
"Where are you taking me?" Cory said to his captors weakly.
"We're in my room..." Steve replied. "... Where we can continue our initiation more privately now that you're clean and all wound up from earlier."
"Please. Just let me go. You've had your fun." Cory's voice indicated he had no strength in him to resist. He was at their mercy, which sent a thrill through Steve.
"Don't pretend like you weren't enjoying it..." Steve said. "Okay. Let's tie him up to this."
They placed Cory down on a tall-backed lounge chair in the corner of the room. As they tied his ankles to the legs of the chair and raised his arms above his head, Cory thought about Steve's words. He couldn't deny that his torturous shower, as well as his first experience with these sadistic ticklers orchestrated by his girlfriend, Jamie, were two of the hottest experiences of his life. He couldn't tell if it was the tickling, or being dominated helplessly, or frankly both. All he did know was that his body still tingled from being pushed so close to the edge in that shower and denied release, and the thought of being subjected to their teases even further tonight sent a warm wave of lust through Cory that he was beginning to accept.
His arms were secured together above his head. His tied wrists rested on the top of the chair's back, and a long rope ran all the way down to the bottom where it was tied to one of the back legs. Cory sat in his bath towel, which ended just above his knees and was folded together at the front of his waist. With his legs spread shoulder-width, the towel's crease spread open slightly, revealing minimal skin from his inner thighs and allowing a cool breeze to graze his crotch. He shivered, and realized how tightly his topless upper body was secured. He could barely move his torso.
"Mark. Charlie. Thanks for your expert help, but I'll take it from here." Steve said, and dismissed Cory's tickle-crazed friends. He was quite relieved that he only had to deal with two hands instead of six. The room was quiet for a moment. Cory watched Steve approach him with a wood chair he grabbed from his desk. Steve placed the chair in front of Cory and sat down, marveling at his helpless, sensitive body.
Steve reached one hand out to Cory's bare knee and slowly, lightly caressed the skin with his nails by starting in the middle of knee and spreading his fingers out as though they were a seismic wave spreading from an epicenter. Cory jumped, gasped, and held his breath, trying not to laugh.
"I've barely even started yet..." Steve said menacingly as he started tickling his other knee in the same slow, torturous motion. Cory's eyes clamped shut as he breathed out through his nose in short, sharp intervals.
"You know... I've been friends with Jamie since high school. We've told each other everything since we were fifteen." Steve said matter-of-factly. Cory's eyes shot back open with surprise. "She's frankly been upset that you haven't been... intimate... with each other since your last enounter. I told her I'd try to talk some sense into you. Although we haven't done much talking admittedly."
Cory looked up to the ceiling shaking his head in denial. This couldn't be happening. He questioned how everyone in his college life could be so obsessed with tickling. Steve got up and moved out of sight. Cory breathed a sigh of relief and caught his breath.
"But, I'll let Jamie speak for herself." As Steve said this, he started wiggling his fingers into Cory's armpits. Cory's whole body tensed and again he held his breath, trying not to laugh as he saw Jamie enter the room wearing nothing but a white terry cloth robe and a hungry grin. While Steve's nails skittered in his armpits and tears welled in Cory's eyes from the strain of resisting laughter, he knew mercy was not in Jamie's plans with him. And he couldn't deny that the sight of Jamie and her malevolent gaze triggered a newfound eagerness that he was refusing before. Not knowing what she and her best friend had planned excited him.
"Jamie!" Cory's voice was strained from trying to ignore Steve's fingers. "Please. I'm sorry. Can we... just... talk??" The words escaped his mouth in between deep breaths.
"Sorry, baby... I'm not in the mood to talk." Jamie said as she sat in the chair in front of Cory. He watched her pleadingly. The robe was wrapped tight around her, outlining her shape. Without any words, she started goosing one of his knees with one hand and scraping the nails of her free hand behind his other knee. That broke the seal for Cory.
"FUUHAHAHACK! NONONOHOHO!" He cried.
"So ticklish... Isn't he Steve?" She said to her friend.
"Oh yes... You should have seen him in the shower. He's so sensitive even the water tickled him." Steve said from behind Cory as he moved his dancing nails to the taut skin of Cory's ribs.
"AGHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! I HATE THE RIHIHIBS!" All Cory could do was shake his torso.
Jamie began spidering her nails along the backs of Cory's calves which made him jump so much his butt lifted and arched away from the chair. Steve pushed him back down and continued tickling his ribs.
"SHIHIT! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS TICKLISH THEHEHERE! STOHOP!"
"Oh I love discovering a new spot!" Jamie exclaimed, childishly clapping her hands. "How exciting..." She scraped her nails even harder at his calves again.
"NOOOHOHOHO! GET AWAY FROM THERE!" Cory bounced his butt up and down. His flimsy towel was starting to lose it's grip around his waist.
Jamie moved her nails up to his stomach and sides which sent uncontrollable wails from Cory's mouth.
"WAAAHAHAHA OH SHIHIHIT!" AAAHAHAHAHA! JAMIEHEHEHE!
Then Cory felt Steve's fingers started wiggling around his nipples and the tone of Cory’s laughter notably shifted.
"NNNNNHHHOHOHO NO! STEVE PLEHEHEASE DON'T!"
"Oh he likes this, Jamie." He said gesturing his eyes down to Cory's lap. There was a wide enough gap splitting in the towel to show Cory's dick stiffening from the teasing.
"Awww. I think Cory is a little ticklish on his nipples!" Steve said as he changed from circling Cory's nipples lightly to wiggling one finger back and forth over each one. Cory's back arched in and out from the chair involuntarily. Cory was distracted enough from the arousing nipple teasing that he didn't notice Jamie's tickles on his sides stopped.
"Hehehe stop, Steve. Come ohohonnnnnn!" Cory pleaded weakly with his eyes closed.
"If you meant that, you wouldn't be poking through your towel right now," Steve replied teasingly. And he was right. Cory looked down to see his erect penis poking up through the crack in his towel. That was when Jamie reached into the towel and started slowly but firmly dragging her nails up and down the length of his inner thighs.
"OH GAHAHAHAD JAMIE NOOOHOHOHO! THAT'S NOT FAAHAHAIIRRRR!"
"What's not fair is how scared you've been of even touching me since I tickled you silly... especially because we both know you LOVED IT!" As Jamie said "loved it,” she began digging her fingers into the crease where his thighs met his groin.
"AAAAHHHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! I'M SAAHAHARRYYYY!" Cory bounced his lap up and down. He felt his cock swaying and aching i’m the air of the room.
"Oh it'll take more than an apology, baby." Jamie said in a dominating tone as she started skittering one nail lightly around his balls. After being edged so hard in the shower nearly an hour prior, the ball tickling combined with the nipple tickling put Cory in a state of desperate arousal.
"UUUNNGGGHAHAHAHA OH MY GAHAHAD! WHAT DO YOU WAHAHANT!"
"What do I want?" Jamie repeated with a satisfied grin.
"YAHAS! WHATEVER YOU WAHAHANT!"
"For what? For the tickling to stop? Or for more tickles somewhere else?"
"I think we know the answer to that question." Steve said, chuckling. "He's so worked up from his cleaning before I bet he'd pop from even the tiniest tickle down there." Steve said as he moved one of his hands up to tickle Cory's neck and chin.
"NONONOHOHOHO! GET OUT OF THEHEHEREEE!" Cory scrunched his chin down and fell into a silent laughter as he felt his cock throb from the new sensation. He didn't know his neck was an erogenous zone, and his body reacted accordingly.
"Well, maybe we should put Steve's theory to the test. Would you like that, Cory?"
Cory couldn't respond from the silent laughing fit induced by the neck and groin tickles. The only response Jamie got was a wanting throb from his dick, which she took as a yes.
From her robe pocket, she took out a fresh, unused shaving brush she bought specifically as a toy to use for her ticklish desires. Cory's eyes were still closed when she began brushing the length of his vulnerable manhood, slowly and lightly. His eyes shot open. Still in silent laughter, his body began trembling from how dreadfully ticklish his cock was, and the undeniable pleasure induced by those mean tickles. Involuntarily, his hips were trying to push toward the brush for more pressure, but now both of Steve's hands were tickling his neck which immobilized him. Pre-cum formed at the tip of his dick.
"Wow, Steve. You were right. You must have really worked him up. I can tell how close he is already." Jamie said. "Does that tickle, Cory? Is poor Cory a little ticklish on his sensitive boy parts?"
Steve's hands left Cory's neck, which again broke Cory's silent seal. He gasped inwardly for breath, and squealed: "YAAAHAHAHAHAS! IT TICKLES LIKE CRAHAHAZYYY!"
"Awww, that's too bad." Jamie teased as she dragged the brush up and down, slowly working every inch of skin on the underside of his cock. Cory's lower body was nearly vibrating from the sensations.
"Now," she said, presently. "You were saying 'whatever I want,' right?"
Cory couldn't reply. He only laughed and moaned.
"NNNNNHHHAHAHAHA MMMFUHUHUCK JAMIE!"
"I said: RIGHT?" Jamie punctuated her demand by fluttering the brush quicker, focusing on his tip. Cory's eyes rolled back into his head as he nodded in agreement.
"OHHHHHHH GAHAHAHAD! YES!"
"Good. Now, I want to hear you admit you love being tickled."
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands start tickling his feet. Steve must have snuck down there.
"OH SHIHIHIHIHIT! NOOOOHOHOHOH!"
"No??" Jamie repeated. "Then it's just more tickles for you. I can do this all night." She said as she stopped focusing on his tip with the brush to avoid making him cum too soon. She fluttered the brush up and down this length again, but quicker and a little firmer. She also tickled his perineum with two nails, occasionally grazing his balls. Cory was absolutely frantic between the tickles between his legs and his feet. He squealed and tried to thrash wildly.
"FUCK! PLEASE I CAHAHAHAN'T! AAAHAHAHAHA!"
"You have to say it. I told you an apology is not enough, Cory. I know you love being tickled. You're just denying yourself at this point."
"UNNNGHHHHH IT'S... TOO... MUHUHUHUCH!"
"Tickle tickle tickleee. We're not stopping until you say it," Jamie sang her words to him in a teasing melody. Cory couldn't take anymore edging. And at this point, she was right. Why deny how unbelievably hot this was, and how badly he wanted her to finish him.
"OKAY OKAHAHAHAYYYY!"
"Okay, what?" Jamie said grinning at her desperately ticklish boyfriend.
"I ADMIT IT! PLEASE FINISH MEHEHEHEHE!"
"You admit what? Do you love being tickled?"
"YAAHAHAHAHAS! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
"You have to say it." She said with no mercy in her tone.
Cory was on the edge, aching for release.
"MMMNNNNNFUHUCK! I'M GONNA-"
"Trust me," she stopped brushing his cock, but continued tickling his perineum and balls while Steve continued to scrape Cory's soles with his nails. His cock throbbed at the loss of her touch. "You're not cumming until I want you to."
"FUCK! OKAY! OKAY! I LAHAHAHAVE BEING TICKLED!" He thrusted his hips pleadingly.
"Awwww, you do?! How sweet! Do you love my tickles? Aren't you so lucky to have a girlfriend with a tickle fetish?"
"YAHAHAS! I LOVE YOUR TICKLES! JAMIEHEHEHEEEE PLEASE!"
"Okay. I think you've had enough. Steve, give him a break for a moment."
With that, the tickling stopped and Cory was left trembling and naked as the towel ended up a scrunched mess under him. Jamie loosened her robe slightly so it revealed more of her skin and cleavage, and loose enough that she could mount the chair Cory was tied to.
"What are you doing? You said you'd let me-" Cory looked her in the eyes as she mounted him, hovering her vulva just above his cock.
"Oh you'll get what you need. You just have to work for it." Jamie said as she lowered herself just enough put his tip inside her. She rubbed her upper body against his, with the intent of gently tickling his oversensitive skin with the fabric of her terry cloth robe. "Steve, tickle that spot on his calves that made him buck like an animal." She ordered.
Without words, he obeyed and started scribbling his nails all around the backs of his calves and knees, which sent Cory back into a laughing frenzy. Cory bucked his hips involuntarily up against Jamie's, forcing him into her warmth. They both moaned with relief.
"OHHHMMMMMMHHHAHAHAHA FUCK!"Cory moaned and laughed as he bucked his hips up and down.
"Ohhhhh, God. That feels so good, Cory." She reached down and started playing with her clit. Sneakily, Steve brought one of his hands up to Jamie's feet and started raking his nails from her heel to her toes over and over again.
"STEEEEHEHEHEVE! STAHAHAP! MMMMHMHMHM!" Jamie cried as she picked up the pace playing with herself while her boyfriend thrust into her in response to the tickles on the back of his leg.
"JAMIE! I'M SO CLOHOHOHOSE!" Cory cried hysterically.
Torturing Cory all this time got Jamie so worked up that it didn't take long for her to be on the edge too.
"OH GOD, ME TOO! DON'T STAHAHAHAPPP!" Jamie cried in Cory's ear.
"I'M GONNA C-UHUHUHUMMMMMM! AHAHAHAHA! Cory laughed hysterically through his orgasm, and so did Jamie as she finally let herself fully fall downward into his lap, grinding against her helpless boyfriend.
"AAAHHHHHNNN OHHHOHOHOH YES!" Jamie buried her face into Cory's neck as she came.
Steve tickled them both for a minute or two through their orgasms and then stopped as he noticed they were not longer reacting to the tickles. He was also incredibly worked up from witnessing and partaking in this experience. The front of his pants were strained at the sight of their spent, ticklish bodies laying on each other, and the thought of Jamie's relentless brush work. He also wanted to be the one applying that brush to Cory. Steve had known about Jamie's tickle fetish since high school. He knew her secret, and while Steve was still in the closet, she knew his secret too. The summer before college, at Jamie's request, Steve even indulged in her curious desire to both tickle and be tickled, which had then only existed in her imagination. She trusted him and he trusted her. Now, after helping her tickle her boyfriend to pieces, he understood the kink more than ever.
"Well... What a sight you two lovebirds are." Steve said jokingly, as though reminding them of his presence.
Steve saw Jamie whisper something in Cory's ear. Cory laughed and nodded his head in an agreement Steve didn't quite catch. Jamie untied Cory's wrists and ankles. Cory wrapped his towel back around his waist and gathered the ropes. Jamie approached Steve with a similar, hungry grin as when she first walked into the room to see her boyfriend on helpless display just for her.
"What?" Steve said nervously as he sat on his knees on the floor in front of them. Having been tickled by her once before, which was nothing compared to the tickling they just gave Cory, Steve didn't like the looks on their faces at all.
"You clearly enjoyed torturing my boyfriend all day." She said, gesturing a finger toward the bulge showing through Steve's pants.
"I... Well..." Steve stuttered as they towered over him.
"I think it's time Cory got some revenge. How does that sound, Cory?" She said as her boyfriend approached Steve with the ropes in his hands.
"Yeah..." Cory said menacingly. "I think some revenge tickles are definitely in order..."
To be continued...
This is a fine series. 
