Harrys Punishment Pt 04

Joann and Frank were now close to his stretched body, each by one side and Harry knew that was not a good thing.

"We noticed that you are pretty ticklish, aren't you?" Joann said.

"Perhaps we should check precisely how ticklish he is, don't you think?" answered Frank.

Harry was scared, he knew he was rather ticklish but considering those people and his current situation, even a little would be far too much.

Frank : "Your oiled up body is really a sight, but the oil not only makes you shine, it makes your skin more sensitive to light touches and tickling. And if there's not enough we still have half a bottle of your coconut oil, not counting all the massage oils or lubricants we have here."

Joann : "We'll need it for his feet by the way!"

Frank : "You're right I noticed those poor soles have been left alone. They're begging for attention."

Harry was not gagged so he began to plead,

"No please, you don't need to do that, please!"

"Keep your oxygen boy, you're in for a good laugh. But before that you need to empty your bladder, people often lose control of their bladder during a good tickling session. We wouldn't want you to piss everywhere, we have much more interesting activities planned than cleaning your mess. Since letting you go to the toilets is out of the question, you'll have to do it here, I hope you're not too shy! Don't worry if that were to happen, we have some catheters at our disposal, medical fetishes are quite popular those days. Joann or I would be happy to act as a nurse for you."

Frank grabbed a small bucket and gently grabbed Harry's cock aiming at the bucket. The humiliation of having his penis held by somebody else to pee was making him shy and nothing was happening. But the catheter threat motivated him, he finally succeeded in slowly urinating in the bucket under Frank's and Joann's amused smiles.

Harry : "You're crazy, please stop it and let me go!"

Frank : "Should I remind you of the consequences of insults?" He positioned his open hand over his still swollen balls, ready to slap them.

Harry : "I'm sorry, please don't do it".

Frank withdrew his hand.

Joann : "Should we also give him an enema?"

Harry's eyes widened, he pleaded, trying to avoid an awful fate : "No please, I went to the toilets this morning!"

Frank : "It would be nice but it would take some time, he's young he should be able to keep control of his sphincter. If he doesn't and we have to deal with it, he will receive a proper punishment and of course the enema he should have received."

Harry gulped.

Joann left and came back 1 minute after, carrying a basket containing several brushes, paintbrushes and even toothbrushes, and left it on the cart. Harry had never tough of those common objects as torture devices, he was now reconsidering.

Joann grabbed a small brush and handed another one to Frank. They were now looking at Harry's stretched body with hungry eyes. They moved at the same time to caress his ribs and sides with the brushes. It sent waves of electricity to his body. They hadn't lied, the thin layer of oil was making his stretched skin more sensitive than usual, it allowed the brush to slide lightly and easily on his skin. They sped up a bit and Harry began to trash and laugh.

Joann : "Damn, he's so ticklish, it will be fun!"

Harry : "AH AH ... please stop ... AH AH, NOT THERE, AH ..."

Frank : "We were right not to gag him, it's good to hear such a happy boy!"

They moved to his abs and pecs. Harry did not consider those body parts of his as ticklish, he discovered he was wrong. Joann and Frank were really enjoying playing on his perfect skin. His inner arms were their next targets, but they were less sensitive. They decided to move to a more interesting place, moving from his inner arms to his recently shaved armpits.

Harry jumped in his restraints, the feeling was incredible. Having been shaved his armpits had become much more sensitive than usual. He was yanking on his shackles anticipating the torment to come, when he heard the cap of the bottle of oil.

"No, please, I cannot stand it, not my armpits!"

Joann's broad smile was the worst answer he could receive.

She deliberately slowly spilled two drops on each smooth armpit and they began spreading the oil with the light brushes before it dripped on the table. His armpits became more sensitive again and they spent several minutes brushing them, under Harry's constant laugher. Never would he have imagined that those brushes could tickle so much.

Frank moved in the room, and Harry tried to have a look at what he was doing but failed as Joann started to make some circles on his nipples with the brush, keeping his mind and body busy with the laughter. His nipples were now hard and more sensitive making them interesting targets.

Joann whispered in his ear : "I love when things get hard."

He heard some noise and felt Frank manipulating the cross on one side, then the other.

Joann ended her nipple tickling to join him. Harry enjoyed a short respite.

He looked between his legs and didn't really understand what he was seeing. Frank had attached some kinds of padded extensions to the cross, hooked at the external side, one on each side. Each extension consisted of two concave and padded pieces, linked together by an angled metal frame. The angle made them horizontally and externally diverge from the cross and then join it back, making some sort of triangle with the cross except they were higher than the cross by about 40 cm. Some straps were attached to the padded parts.

Being a young healthy male, Harry had never been to a gynecologist or an urologist office, he had never seen a gynecological examination chair in real life. But the now added stirrups were not regular ones, they were designed as accessories for the cross and to keep the legs really still during a BDSM session.

"My boy, we'll untie your legs to put them in the stirrups. I must dissuade you to try anything silly but just cooperate."

Joann moved between his legs and grabbed his balls and squeezed them lightly to ensure he understood Frank's threat. She was keeping her firm hold on his balls, ready to squeeze would he try to kick or resist.

Frank untied one ankle and hoisted his leg to put it in the stirrup. As Harry suspected his legs fitted perfectly in the stirrups. Being two-parted they were making his knee bend horizontally then forcing him to open his pelvis and forcing his inner thighs and inner carf to face the ceiling. He had to lift his ass for his pelvis to accommodate the elevation. Frank strapped his legs at knee and ankle levels. The ankle strap was specially made to restrict any movement, only allowing the feet to rotate a little.

The same treatment was applied to his other leg and soon Harry was in a very humiliating baby-like position, his legs more open than before and leaving his genitals and ass even more exposed. He was arching his back to keep the position, Frank asked him to go as high as possible. Harry moved a bit not as much as he could, not knowing what to expect. Joann noticed his hesitation and slowly pulled his balls up, forcing him to lift his hips as high as possible to follow her hand and avoid the stretching of his gonads. Frank inserted something between Harry's lower back and the cross, somewhat strapping it, the feeling on his skin was like leather. Joann let go of his balls and Harry's lower back now rested on the cushion.

The position was really humiliating and brought Harry's embarrassment and helplessness to a new level.

Frank : "We only got the cross two months ago, and I've never had the opportunity to try these accessories yet, thank you for allowing me it now. They are very convenient, saving the space of an additional gynecological table. For the moment I'm quite satisfied, they seem to be comfortable while being very secure and they really do the job at fully exposing some sensitive parts."

While Frank was talking, Joann had grabbed back her brush and began to target the sensitive skin at the back of Harry's knees. It tickled, making him want to move his legs but nothing more.

Frank : "I see Joann can't wait, let's take a look at your feet and check if they are more ticklish than your knees."

Harry already knew the answer.

Harry : "No no, please, don't do that, leave them alone!"

They ignored him.

Joann : "Look at those pinky soles, he doesn't often walk barefoot! That's good, he will be able to enjoy it to the fullest."

Frank : "Congratulations Harry, your feet are as handsome as the rest of your body, I know a lot of people are into foot fetish, they would spend hours licking them, oiling them, tickling them or running a pinwheel over your delicate soles. They would pay a lot to be able to use them. They will be jealous when they see the video! But at least, some of my paid members will be able to masturbate while watching it."

Harry could not understand how somebody could get excited by his soles but that was not his most immediate problem. The way his feet were bound, they had no way to escape their impending tickling.

Frank positioned a camera and grabbed Harry's left feet while Joann was going for the right.

He heard the now familiar uncapping of the bottle of oil and felt liquid drip on his feet, immediately followed by the brush. He instantly arched against his restraints, screaming and laughing at the same time. Strapped as he was, only his upper body moved, his legs not even bulging. They kept brushing his now oiled soles and between his toes, forcing them apart with their fingers. His feet were reflexively moving, trying to avoid the brushes, but the restraints allowed them nearly nothing and Frank and Joann had a solid grip on them.

Joann : "Wow, he's really ticklish! "

Frank : "Those accessories are definitely some of my favorites now!"

They were really enjoying their work. Harry was crazy, his overstimulated body not being able to decide between screaming or laughing. They kept doing it for a few minutes, and Frank stopped and moved to his upper body. He tightened some straps at Harry's elbows, restricting his arms freedom.

Joann also stopped, only to drop her brush, and poured some oil on his palms. She handed the bottle to Frank, rubbed her hands together to get them oiled up and applied them to Harry's soles, tickling both his feet alone.

Harry didn't think it was possible, but the feeling was even worse than before, her fingers dancing on his exposed skin were sending waves of electricity to his body.

Frank was also oiling up his hands, he dropped the bottle and applied his fingers to Harry's exposed armpits.

"Let's try a double tickling."

Harry screamed in anticipation

"Nooooo ... "

He began. The simultaneous tickling of his soles and armpits was more than Harry could handle, he went again crazy, arching in his restraints. After 3 minutes of continuous stimulation, he nearly fainted but Joann and Frank noticed it and stopped. Only to start over after a one minute break.

Frank moved his slick hands to his pecs, and began a firmer tickling massage, his fingers digging in Harry's pecs and under his armpits.

Harry felt himself lose control of his bladder, he had lost this control over his body but only one drop pointed at the end of his cock, his bladder being empty.

Satisfied with Harry's loss of control, Frank and Joann progressively stopped their assault on his stretched body. They let him rest for a few minutes.

Even for the healthy young man he was, the tickling had put a toll on his body, and Harry stayed motionless in his stirrups, trying to recover his breath and some strength. Again his body glistening with sweat and oil was quite a sight and they could not stop admiring their helpless prisoner.

Frank : "Alright, boy, as you probably guessed, we didn't put your legs in those stirrups only to restrain your feet, even if they are quite efficient at doing it. We'll now move to some more private parts of your handsome body and explore the thin barrier between tickling and sexual teasing."

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