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Netflix and Tickle-Extended Edition

Warning: This explicit story was commissioned by @ticklishtickler64 and it has extreme FF/M bondage, edging, and post orgasm tickling.

Netflix and Tickle

Extended Edition

By Lady Featherquill

When you get to my apartment, I’m happy to see that you’re as cute as expected. I admire your height and broad shoulders. But I’m too shy to mention it.

“Your eyes are even brighter than they are in your pictures.”

“Thanks Lily,” you say. “You’re pretty cute yourself.”

I beam, blushing slightly. “Want a beer?”

“Sure. That’d be great.”

I get us a couple drinks and we get comfy on the couch before turning on Netflix. Then we scroll through the options and pick a steamy thriller. You chuckle each time I flinch at the jump-scares. But you decide to take it a step further. Like a teenager making their first move, you creep your hand across the top of the couch until your arm is behind my head.

When a tense moment arises and the music swells, you lean close and put your hands on both of my sides. You make a loud barking noise to scare me while squeezing my sides. I squeal, and squirm away from you.

“Don’t do that Zac!” I cry, giving you a playful smack. “It tickles.”

“Oh, what was that?” you say scooting closer and poking my tummy. “You’re ticklish?”

I giggle and wrap my arms around my middle. Instead, you grab my calves and pull my legs toward you. You trap my ankles between your thighs and start tapping my soles. I squeak a laugh and try to pull them away, but your muscular legs keep them in place.

“Are you ticklish here too?” you say as you press your fingertips into the arch of my right foot.

“Ohhh haha! Yes! My feet are ticklish too. Haha! Please don’t!”

You ignore my pleas and tickle faster. Then you add your other hand into the mix, taking the toes of my left foot and twisting them one at a time. I shake with laughter and push on your shoulder. But I can’t get you to stop. I wiggle my legs to try and pry them free, but it’s useless.

“Haha! Oh no! You have to haha stop. That tickles so much! Haha!”

You bend my knee and wrap your lips around my toes, using your tongue to prod and tickle. After completely wrecking my feet and toes, your hands squeeze up my legs.

I go wild and start bucking when you get to my hip bones. But you simply hold my wrists together against the couch with one of your strong hands. Then you tickle the hell out of me with the other, finding and exploiting each of my worst spots in turn. I kick my legs helplessly beneath you to try and make it stop, but I secretly just want more.

“No no no! HAHA! Please not there, Zac!” I beg you.

“But you’re so cute when you laugh.” Your rough fingers skitter over my belly, making me jiggle with tickles and laughter. You move up higher and dig into the sides of my breasts, shaking them back and forth. It tickles like crazy. I try to wriggle out of your grip, but you climb on top of me. You straddle my thighs to keep me still and pin my arms over my head. Then you start tickling all over my upper body.

My pelvis thrusts into you over and over as you explore my armpits, breasts, and sides. You lift my shirt up to and completely destroy me with tickles. I’m breathlessly begging you to stop when the front door opens. I’m happy when I see my roommate, Ember. She steps into the apartment still wearing her Hooters uniform and puts her hands on her hips. You nervously scamper off of me, looking ashamed.

“What’s going on here?” she says with mock outrage approaching the couch. “Don’t you know how ticklish she is?”

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I… I… I got carried away.”

“Well, I can’t stand by and let you get away with that. Lily is my best friend. Nobody touches her without consent. Oh you’re going to regret this. Isn’t he, Lilly?”

“Definitely,” I agree. We both stare at you with wicked grins.

Your eyes bulge as we pounce. Together, we tickle you while stripping off your shirt, pants, and converse shoes – leaving you in nothing but your silk boxers.

“Wait!” you cry. “I’m sorry!”

But we ignore your protests and half-chase, half-drag you to the bedroom. You’re shocked to find restraints already affixed to all the bedposts. We tickle you into submission before tying up each of your limbs one by one. By the time we finish, you are spread eagle on the queen bed, completely unable to move.

Then Ember and I get comfy on either side of you. I lie down parallel to your out-stretched body, setting one hand on your chest and one on your stomach. Then I start to make slow circles with my rounded fingernails.

Across from me, Ember sits on her knees and digs her pointed claws right into your hip bones. She pokes and prods, squeezing like crazy. You try to move your arms down to stop us, but you’re trapped and at the mercy of our hands.

“Ahhhaha Ahhh! No!” you yell. “I’m sorry, okay! AHHAHA! I’m sorry!” Laughter shakes through you as we ignore you.

“Awww is the strong man too ticklish?” Ember teases. “Can’t take two girls at the same time? Most men can’t. Such a shame.”

“Ahhhhaha! Noooo!”

“Poor Zac. I guess you shouldn’t have held me down and tickled me,” I say as I move down to examine the ticklishness of your muscular legs. You seem to get more and more nervous the closer lower get. When I drag my fingertip across your left sole, you really start to panic.

“Ohhh haha! No! Not the haha! Not the feet! Plea-heehee-ease,” you beg. “Haha! No! Anywhere else!”

You wail like mad as I scribble my nails on your arch. “Hey Ember, I think I found his spot,” I say deviously.

My friend smirks and crawls on her knees toward your right foot. She attacks it at once, scratching up and down your arch while taking your toes into her mouth.

“Cuuuuumquaaahhhhahaha!” you scream through your laughter. “Ahhhhaha! Haha! Cuuuuumquaaaaaat!”

Ember pulls your toes out of her mouth with a wet pop. “What’s that he is trying to say? I can’t understand him with all the screaming.”

“Please haha! It’s my ahhh ahhaha!” you stutter through your guffaws.

I shrug as I glide my tongue up your sole and then twiddle it between your toes.

“Better gag him so the neighbors don’t freak out,” Ember suggests.

“Good thinking.” I say jumping off the bed. I head to the nightstand drawer and pull out some feathers, oil, brushes, and a ball-gag.

While Ember keeps you laughing with her sharp nails and pierced tongue, I fit the gag into your mouth. It quiets your howls. After bringing my tickle tool kit down to your foot, I pour oil over your toes. It drips down your foot as I select a fat paintbrush. Then you watch helplessly as I begin slathering the slick liquid across your sole.

“Mhhhh-mhmh. Ooooohhhhh! Reeeeeze! Oooohhh! MMHHH-MMHHH” you laugh and beg around your gag.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“I think he said he loves it. Keep going,” Ember taunts. “At least, that’s what his cock is saying. Look.”

I pause from painting your foot and glance up to see your manhood fighting to break through the buttoned flap of your boxers. The silk around it is soaked in a quarter-sized spot of precum.

Ember crawls across the bed and settles down cross legged beside you. She scratches at the tip then slowly down the shaft.

“Mmm-mmm,” you say shaking your head. “Oooohhh! I ant ake it.”

“No? You can’t take it?” she asks pulling your underwear down to your knees. Your cock pops out, hard as a rod, and points straight up toward the ceiling.

“You can’t be done already. We only just started. But I guess I can focus on a different bone if you want. For now,” Ember finishes ominously as she puts her hand on your hip. Then she starts kneading your hip bone. You thrust uselessly, bouncing on the bed, legs kicking.

“Naughty boy, Zac,” I say, tsking. I grab your big toe and hold your foot still as a brush the paintbrush back and forth across the ball of your foot. “If you can’t keep your feet still, I will have to restrain them even more. Ember is fucking a carpenter, and you don’t want to see any of the contraptions he has built for us. Believe me.”

“I-eeeee heeeeeheeeee Ooooorrrrryyyy,” you say around you gag. “Reeeese. I ant help it! Tooooo ticklishhhhh mmmhhh mmmmhhhh! Cuuuuummmmquaaaaat!”

“Is he saying cumquat?” Ember asks while decimating your stomach with her sharp fingernails.

“Oh, you know what. I think you’re right. He might have mentioned that cumquat is his safe word. I forgot.”

“Ohhh, is it?” she asks skittering up your sides to your armpits.

“Eeeeeessssss. Eeeessss! Mmmhhh! Mmmhhhh! Aaaaafe eeeeerd! AFE ERD! Uuuummmmm-whaaaat!”

“Awwww, he must really want us to stop,” I say, pausing my paintbrush mid-stroke.

“I don’t remember him asking about your safe word when he over-powered you before,” Ember pointed out. “You were telling him to stop, and he ignored you. We have to teach him a lesson, Lily. We have to make sure he never does that to anyone else.”

“Hmmm. You have a point.”

“You know I’m right. Plus, he’s already throbbing like he wants to cum. Part of him wants this. And the rest of him deserves it.”

“Alright, let’s make him regret it down to his very core.”

You watch our exchange with wide, terrified eyes. They bulge further when you realize what we plan to do to you.

Ember gets very close to your face and says, “Did you hear that, Zac? We’re going to tickle torture you as long as we want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us. We’re going to show you what it feels like to be tickled without consent so you never do it to another person again.”

“I won’t! I WON’T REEEEEEEEASSSSSE NOOO!” you wail as we get back to work on your armpits and feet.

Ember’s pointed nails scrape your sweaty hollows as I dip my brush back in the oil. Then I dab it on your sole and spread fresh moisture up onto the stems of each toe one at a time. I hold every one steady while I wiggle the wet brush up and down your toes rapidly.

When I get to the smallest one, you are laughing and desperately begging me not to tickle there. “Ohh, poor Zac,” I say teasingly. “This tiny toe must be soooo super ticklish. If you don’t want me to tickle it, you better spread out your other toes,” I order.

You obey, splaying out your toes so I can douse the skin between in oil as well. I wriggle my brush and my fingers between your toes as you scream in laughter. But like a good boy, you manage to keep them apart with great effort. Once I have my fun, I drench your littlest toe in oil anyway.

Nnnnnoooooo hohoho! Oooouuuu said you wouldn’t!” you scream as I swivel the bristles all over your small toe. Then I take hold of it between my thumb and forefinger and start rotating it back and forth. Your laughter reaches new heights. Despite your obvious effort to keep it still, your foot shakes beneath my tormenting paintbrush.

“Alright,” I say setting down my brush and heading back to my nightstand. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t stay still.” As I pull out my special contraptions, Ember plants herself on your pelvis and goes after your stiff nipples. She pinches them gently and starts twiddling them back and forth. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off her twisting fingers until you notice me trapping your foot in something.

You look down to see a strange sort of stock affixed to the bedpost. It is about the size of a shoebox and has a furry round opening that ensnares your ankle, holding your foot in place. Then I stalk across the bottom of the bed to your other foot, trapping it in a matching contraption.

“Whaaaa? What in da hell are dose ings?” you ask in a muffled voice. You sound more frightened than ever. Your eyes dart back and forth between Ember tickling your nipples and me securing the device onto the opposite bedpost. It forces your legs even further apart.

“I call them single foot stocks,” I explain while I loosen the toe-ties built into the top of the contraption.

“Ohhhh UCK!”

“Oh fuck is right,” I say, ensnaring the largest toe on your right foot in the strong and tightening it. Your toes wriggle as I tie each one in place. The wet strings slipping between your toes turns your laugh squeaky, but I get them all tied securely in place. Then I start skittering my fingernails along your oily foot.

You immediately begin writhing and bucking, but with Ember straddling your midsection, you can’t move much. Your dick rubs between her plump ass cheeks, smearing precum in the crease of her black satin leggings. You start humping quickly, gyrating your hips so your manhood caresses her round butt.

“Such a naughty boy,” Ember says spinning around on your lap. She takes hold of your rock-solid cock and strokes it a few times. You moan happily into your gag, but it turns to a howl as she releases it and grabs your inner thigh tendons instead. Then she squeezes and begins shaking them wildly.

Your entire body shivers while Ember tickles your thighs and I torment your right foot with my fingers. It twitches but stays in place in the stock as I skitter relentlessly up and down your sole. Then I start sucking on your first two toes. I slide my nimble tongue between them and wiggle it around. After that, I use my teeth to gently scrape the pads of your big toe all the way up to the tip.

“Ahhhaahaa! That tickles soooo baaaad! Reeeeeeaaaassssse! NOT DERE!”

“Not there?” I ask, finally relenting. I pick up my frizzy black feather duster and start dashing it across your foot. Your head falls back as you reel in laughter. Then I climb onto the bed between your legs and pull the duster up onto your thighs.

“You’re too nice,” Ember says, climbing off your lap and moving toward your left foot. She plops down on the floor before it and immediately starts nibbling your toes. At the same time, she jams her sharp nails into your sole and sends them gliding.

“HAAHAAHHHH! NO! NO! NO! I CAAAAAN’T!” You jerk back on forth, making your dick wobble. The pool of precum that has collected at the tip spills down the shaft. I chase after the long drip with my paintbrush, dragging it back up the shaft and circling the tip a few times.

You freeze and your eyes focus on your needy cock. I brush the head, coating it in sticky precum while dusting your balls with the feathery tresses. You pulse a couple times as the brush flits over the sensitive tip of your dick, so I drop my duster to hold it steady. Then I pump it ever so gradually while twirling the paintbrush around the tip.

Ember stops for a little while to watch you enjoying my attention on your rigidity. I slowly jerk with one hand and gently tickle with the other. Your moans take over and you start bouncing into my hand longingly. But I don’t stroke any quicker.

“Ohhhh my God that feels good,” you say biting your lip. “I want to… want to cum soooo bad. Please… please will you let me?”

I pull my oily fingers upward onto the head of your cock and squeeze a little harder, giving it a few quick pumps. You throb several more times against my palm. Desire churns inside me. I know if I keep teasing you like this, I won’t be able to stop from making you cum. And it’s too soon, much too soon.

“I don’t think so,” Ember says going back to sucking your toes. She starts abrading her nails over your soles at the same time, quicker than before.

“Ohhhh hohoho HAHA! Noooo! STAAAHOOP!”

“Okay, that does look like fun,” I say, getting off the bed again. I make my way to your other foot where your toes are already writhing in anticipation. You know how bad it will be with both of us tickling your feet.

I start grazing my fingertips over your right sole, drawing methodical figure eights while Ember’s hands move with wicked abandon. I seek out spots that make your foot twitch and focus on them, drawing your eyes away from your other foot. But when Ember snatches the electric toothbrush and starts trailing it over your arch, the buzzes steal your attention. I wrap my lips around your middle three toes, but even that isn’t enough to bring your gaze back to me.

“HAAAHHAAAHHH! Noooohohoho! HAHAAHHH! Mooooorrrrre!” By now you have strained against the ball gag so much that the strap is looser. Although it’s still quietening your screams, we can understand you clearly.

“Did you hear that?” Ember teases. “I think I heard him say he wants more.”

“Mmmmm-hmmm,” I agree without removing my mouth from your trapped toes.

Ember moves to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a handheld sucking machine. Sweat beads on your brow as you watch her fit it onto your warm cock. She straps the belts around your waist and thighs, then tightens them. The machine is latched securely into place on your pelvis when she lies down beside your helpless body. You try and thrust into the thing, but it moves with you.

“Now, now. Settle down,” Ember says setting her hand on your stomach and pushing you back down onto the bed.

You whine, feeling the desire to cum but not getting the pressure you need to reach an orgasm.

“Maybe if you beg like a very good boy, we’ll turn it on.”

“Awwww,” you say in irritation.

“What? Did you think we would just let you cum that easily? We aren’t that nice, are we Lily?”

Your foot is so perfectly restrained and so tastily ticklish that I almost don’t hear her. But I pause nibbling your toes long enough to say, “Definitely not.” Then I go back to tickling your stuck foot with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

“Ahhhaha! Pleeeeease turn haha. Turn it on,” you request at once.

“No, she says simply, running her fingers playfully over your chest. She makes her pointed nails dance down to your stomach then further along to your pelvis. It leaps over the tube around your cock and onto the base of the machine. But instead of turning it on, she picks up the feather duster from between your legs and starts sweeping your full balls.

Laughter courses through you as we both tickle the hell out of you. I pick up the electric toothbrush and set it against a sensitive divot just above your heel. Then I look up into your worried eyes.

“N-n-n-n-no! Don’t turn it on!” you plead around your gag.

“Turn it on. Don’t turn it on,” Ember mocks. “Make up your mind.”

I turn on the electric toothbrush and rub it in a circle around the spot over your heel. You shout helplessly as the buzzing reverberates through your sole.

“You’re lucky I’m naughty and nice,” I say, leaning forward and reaching between your legs. I flip a switch on the machine and it springs to life. The fleshy part inside the clear tube starts to rise slowly. A low moan intrudes on your laughter as the contraption gradually moves up and down your cock.

Your eyes lock on it, which Ember takes as a challenge. She snatches another electric toothbrush and starts rubbing it across your ribs. When that doesn’t draw your attention, she drags it all the way down your leg to your other foot. You finally look at her when she finds the same spot above your heel.

“Ohhhhooohooo fucking hell! HAAHAAHAAAAHHHH!”

“That’s what I thought,” she says pressing the toothbrush in harder and rotating it around. Meanwhile, I’m doing the same thing to your other stocked foot. You are getting close, but we hold you on the edge by keeping the machine set on low.

“Ohh Please! It’s too much. I… I need to cum. Please let me cum,” you beg.

We ignore your pleas and continue tickle torturing every bit of skin we can reach. The machine keeps pumping in methodical slowness, headless of your need.

Ember thinks watching your eyes dash from foot to cock to foot is hilarious. She turns the machine up a few notches. It starts jerking you even faster. There’s so much precum, we can see your cock glistening through the clear tube.

We both start exploring each of your toes with the electric toothbrushes and it drives you completely crazy. You can’t seem to decide where to look. I turn the machine up another two notches to the fastest setting.

It only takes a few seconds before you’re thrusting wildly, though that doesn’t change the relentless speed of the cock sucking machine. It keeps pumping away as you moan, ready to explode. Before you can, Ember switches the machine off.

“Ohhhhh no!” you squeal as we keep tickling your tied toes. You laugh and scream, humping the air as the machine dangles uselessly on your dick. “Pleeease. I’m sooo haha sooo haha close. Please let me cum.”

“I think you’ll regret it if you do,” I warn you.

“Please. Please turn it back on,” you continue to beg as if you didn’t hear me.

Ember and I exchange mischievous looks. “Okay, we’ll turn it on,” I say.

“But if you cum before we say you can, we won’t be turning it off.”

You bite your lip in worry, but you can’t help it. You need to cum. And you think you can hold out for at least a few minutes. You finally agree, and I turn the machine back on at a medium pace.

You moan happily. We decide to take it easy on your feet and only use our fingers and nails. Ember sits on the bed between your legs where she can tickle your inner thighs and feet at the same time. As you edge closer, she starts to fondle your heavy balls with her fingernails.

“I oohhhh… I’m getting close. I’m going to… going to…”

“You better not,” Ember snaps. Then she turns the machine all the way up.

You start thrusting at once. “Oh no oh no! Don’t ohhh God! Don’t do that!”

She leans down and starts to nibble your balls while still tickling your foot. The machine continues to jerk you at top speed while I suck and tickle your toes.

“I can’t stop it! I can’t stop it! AHHHHHH OHHHH FUCK YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” you cry out as cum fills the clear tube. More and more sprays out, completely coating the inside of the tube in white. Though we couldn’t see it anymore, we knew based on your prolonged wails that it was till pumping away in quick rhythm.

“Turn it off! AHHHHAAAHAAAHAA! IT’S TOO! IT’S TOOOO MUCH HAAHAA!”

“Awww, what are you going to do to stop us, Zac?” Ember asks. “We told you not to cum without permission.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you yelp, your body convulsing. You pant and thrash uselessly against your bonds. But the tickling and sucking doesn’t slow. We just keep going, letting the machine do its work. You are so much more ticklish after coming that you seem to become delirious. You babble in incoherent sentences and screech, making noises like an animal.

“G’roff! Ahhha! HA! GE-AHAA-HAA GETIT HAAHA OOOFFFFFF! HAHA! NOO!”

You squeeze your eyes shut and try to pretend it isn’t happening. But the sensations don’t cease. Ember and I giggle while tickling your vulnerable feet, thighs, and balls. As the cum drains out the bottom and drips down your balls, your bright red cock becomes visible once more. The fact that it’s still fully erect, showing no signs of softening makes my mouth water.

We decide to turn the sucking machine back to low. You quiet some, but still seem completely overcome by your trapped predicament. I suck your big toe while running the electric toothbrush back and forth over your middle three toes. At the same time, I keep twisting your pinky toe which seems to be the most sensitive spot on your entire body, especially after you’ve been drained.

I glance over and see Ember scratching in spirals around your heel and arch while dragging her tongue across your toes. You’re completely covered in dripping sweat and your body quivers in exhaustion. Surprisingly, your dick continues to stand tall. I start to wonder if we can make you cum again. But then your eyes start to roll back in your head, and I know we need to at least give you a break.

My hands go still and I shut off the machine. Ember gives me a grumpy look, but I insist you need a rest. We let you catch your breath and get you some water. Then we tell you that if you beg well enough, we might even untie you and use the oil to give you a massage. But if not, the cock sucking machine goes back on.

Your eyes widen again as you start to beg.

To Be Continued

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