“Ya love it.”
“I don’t”’
The green bird and the red dinosaur bickered.
“I ain’t buyin’ it. You were rock hard in seconds, last time.” chirped Cameron as he sprung up from the living room couch both friends sat on.
“Yeah, so?” retorted Trevor with a look of annoyance on his bright crimson muzzle. “Like I said, it’s a completely normal reaction to having my sensitive areas touched, regardless of if I’m into it.”
“But you did cum.”
“I–”
“Lots, as I recall.”
Trevor sighed and fiddled with the spiked bracelets on his wrists, a slight blush visible over the lighter parts of his face. He often tickled Cameron, which the macaw greatly enjoyed but every so often his playful friend would turn the tables and he’d find himself on the receiving end of the feather, usually with orgasmic results.
“So you’re telling me…” Cameron leaned down towards his friend and spoke softly. “…that ya won’t get hard if I do… this?” He thrust his taloned hands and squeezed the yoshi’s pudgy belly.
“Ahah!” Trevor let out a stifled giggle and instinctively recoiled from the assaulting sensation and away from the avian, pulling his knees up towards his tummy in a protective fetal position. A position that exposed the soles of his bare feet.
“See? You do like it!” squawked Cameron before raking his claws across the soft bottoms of the dino’s stompers. “You’re even showing me your best spots!”
“I’m nahahawt!!” The three round toes on each foot scrunched in a vain attempt to shield the supple soles from the bird’s long claws but the dam was broken and that was like trying to fix it with duct tape. Bubbly, childlike laughter poured out from Trevor’s furled lips until he decided that he couldn’t take another second of tickling on his poor paws and rolled down from the couch onto the carpeted floor, landing on his back with an audible thud.
“D-Dude, sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Cameron stammered, worried that he might’ve made his friend hurt himself before something caught his attention. A red, wet tip peeked from the reptile’s slit. The dino’s shameful blush deepened. By contrast, Cameron’s beak curled into an ear-to-ear grin. “Still gonna deny it, Trev?”
The bird’s smugness was palpable and the flustered yoshi didn’t say a thing, his face burned with embarrassment. Trevor gingerly stood up from the soft carpet and sat back on the couch, silently. He feared that whatever argument he might use to salvage his dignity would be deflected right back at him, weaponized tenfold by Cameron’s verbal teasing.
Although the emerald-feathered avian did enjoy poking fun at his buddy, he was sad to see his friend’s refusal to open up and accept that he had fetish for being tickled. After all, he had already conceded to tickling the bird, although under the pretense of running “clinical trials” and “sensitivity testing” for his job as a scientist.
Yeah right… You just like tickling me. So why won’t you let me tickle you? He thought. If Trevor wouldn’t open up willingly then the situation called for more extreme measures. Time for plan B! He grinned.
“Fiiinne, I’ll stop badgering you. I don’t wanna embarrass you to death,” He turned his back and walked towards the kitchen
“I’ll go get us something to drink. Soda?” He glanced over at the yoshi who nodded dejectedly. Minutes later he was back with two glasses in hand, filled with dark-brown effervescent liquid. ‘Here,” he passed the glass over to Trevor “Gotcha some coke.”
“Thanks.” Said the dino as he sipped the sweet beverage, glad to move on from the sensitive topic of a few minutes prior. While the pair drained their glasses and idly chit-chatted, a strange dizziness came over Trevor. He sank back into the couch and closed his eyes, expecting the feeling to pass but it only seemed to grow, enveloping his mind in a sleep-like embrace. Before he knew it, he was out like a light. As he watched his friend slip away into unconsciousness,
Cameron calmly finished his drink and stood up.
“Time for some exposure therapy, Trev.”
He felt woozy.
An odd weightlessness lingered all throughout the reptile’s chubby figure, as if just woken from a deep sleep. Groggily, he tried to shift his position but was met with firm pressure against his limbs. He was strapped down tightly! Springing to full alertness, he quickly took stock of the situation and immediately recognised his surroundings as familiar.
“Heya, Trev,” Cameron stood beside the restrained naked dinosaur. “Comfortable?” It was a simple but effective contraption, a hospital bed lined with thick but comfortable leather straps to secure an anthro by their wrists, arms, torso, thighs and ankles. The lower portion of the bed could be raised in order to further expose the victim’s soles, a handy feature for the experiments that normally took place in it. Heavy bolts secured the bedframe to the floor to deal with rowdier subjects. It was located in the center of the room which wasn’t unlike an operating theater with strange machines and wall-to-wall shelves, containing unfathomable instruments and substances.
Well… not quite unfathomable. Not to Trevor, anyway. He knew exactly what each of those machines and instruments did. After all, it was his lab.
“I told you I’m not into it!” Trevor shouted and struggled fruitlessly against the firm straps.
“Nu-uh. You’re admitting it, this time.” He held out a remote and pressed a button on it. “One way or another!” A short beep was heard shortly followed by a mechanical whirring. A pair of articulated arm-like appendages appeared from the sides of the bed, each tipped with a small, circular brush. They settled on Trevor’s pudgy belly and started running up and down randomly, sending the yoshi into a fit of giggles.
“Nahahawt the b-brushes!” blurted Trevor as he started laughing.
“Yes the brushes! I know you’re supposed to start with feathers and work your way up buuut you didn’t really play nice in our last sesh so…” Cameron asserted.
“You ahahasshohole!!” exclaimed the struggling dinosaur, trying and failing to turn away from the appendages ravaging his soft belly.
“Your tummy is adorable but I know your best spot is a little… lower.” Trevor curled his toes at the remark and prepared for the inevitable. The mechanized lower portion of the bed angled upwards, putting his sensitive red soles at Cameron’s eye-level. Once again, dulled claws made contact with the saurian paws by quickly scribbling across their length heel-to-toe all the while the appendages on his upper body wedged their tickly tips into the poor yoshi’s underarms, doubling the intensity of his laughter.
Now let’s see… Cameron thought after a few minutes of tormenting his friend and peeked over the scarlet paws to look at Trevor’s crotch. Yup, boner. As expected He stopped torturing the pair of feet and hit the pause button on the remote, causing the appendages to shut off the brushes and retract.
“You’re hard again,” he chimed, staring at Trevor’s length, fully engorged and rapidly pulsating in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat. He leaned over and muttered. “I’ll give you another chance. I’ve got the milking machine set up and ready to go - same one you used on me actually - if you admit ya like being tickled I’ll hook it up to you and milk as much dino cum as you can give it. If ya don’t… I’ll just keep tickling you anyway but that dick isn’t getting touched. So what’s it gonna be?”
Trevor felt defeated. The bird had him cornered. His cheeks burned for what felt to him like the millionth time today. His two options were to suffer endless tickling with no reward or admitting to a fetish he was well aware he had to someone who would most likely exploit it. But… was it really that bad? This whole time, he denied his kink out of embarrassment but what was there to be embarrassed about, really? Cameron saw right through his act anyway, he thought. Maybe he should just say “screw it” and allow himself to have fun.
“Fine.” He muttered.
“…What?”
“Fine. You win. I like it. Love it, actually.” He spoke louder, this time. Cameron was in shock. He hoped the treatment would get Trevor to open up but he expected a lot more resistance and a lot less confidence from his friend. He quickly put on his smug grin again and patted the yoshi’s head.
“Was that so hard to admit?”
“Yeah, kind of.” Trevor chuckled nervously. Admitting his fetish felt weirdly pleasant. “I don’t know, man… It feels weird to say. Besides, I know you’re gonna abuse the hell out of it.”
“Only if you want me to.” Cameron reassured his friend. “We still have our safeword.”
“Right, ‘cheeseburger’. Almost forgot, you rarely ever use it.”
“What can I say? I’m a tough birdie.” Both laughed.
“So… about that milking machine.” Trevor said, bashfully.
“Eager, are we?”
“Well, I do have a boner, right now.”
“Let’s take care of it, then!”
The clear plastic tube of the milker was secured to Trevor’s cock, the black rubber sheath on the inside hugging its length. With the flick of a switch, it began pumping. The dino moaned softly and arched his back as much as the straps allowed.
“Feel good?” asked Cameron, enjoying the show and idly stroking his own erection.
“Yeah~ More tickles, please!”
“You got it!” He was beyond giddy at how eager the yoshi was to get tickled after so insistently denying it for so long. He turned the upper-body brushes back on, setting them to alternate between belly and armpit tickles at random. Once again, Trevor was spewing giggles with a soft moan coming out here and there. Next he searched for an option on the remote to treat his friend’s bound ticklish feet with. Perfect! He pressed another button on the remote. A compartment hidden in the ceiling above the bed slid open to reveal a large cylindrical device ending in nozzle-like conic shape mounted on a heavy-duty articulated arm. As the menacing contraception descended and aimed at Trevor’s soles, he exclaimed.
“Wahait! Nohot the lahaser!!”
“Well you like using it on my feet so I’m sure you’re gonna love it on yours. It feels like your soles are on fire! Uh.. but in a good way!… You’ll see!”
The machine emanated a low-pitched noise that steadily rose to a shrill whine before a bright blue laser shone on one of the sensitive soles.
“BWAAAAHAHAHAHA!!” Cameron wasn’t kidding. It really did feel like his very nerves were ablaze with ticklish sensations. The laser slowly moved up from the center of one foot up to its wildly flailing toes before repeating the same routine on the other foot and then starting over from the first.
“CAHAHAM, I-I’M GONNA–” Just then, the milker drew its first load from the tormented dino which it shot upwards before it splashed back down on the chubby tummy still being tormented by automated brushes.
“There you blow!” Quipped Cameron. “I forgot to attach the deposit to the milker so… you’re gonna have to shower afterwards. Sorry!” He giggled, surely Trevor couldn’t hear him over his own peals of post-orgasmic ticklish laughter.
“Though speaking of showers, there’s another tool I wanna try on ya.” He fiddled with the remote again and another arm emerged, this one held what seemed like an electric flosser with a fine nozzle. It took aim at the foot currently not under attack by the tickle laser and fired a thin high-pressure jet of water that continuously hit the surface of the over-sensitive sole.
“GAAHAHAHA FUHUCK!!” Trevor burst out in crazed laughter.
“The thing about the laser is that it sensitizes whatever it passes over so the water jet feels even more intense. Not that I need to tell you that, you built this thing anyway. I’m sure the orgasm you just had doesn’t help either.” Cameron kept stroking himself as he verbally teased the yoshi, being careful not to cum just yet. For a while, he enjoyed watching Trevor get through his refractory period while having his upper body brushed and his footpaws ravaged by the laser/water jet combo. But then he remembered something and, for the final time, pressed the remote.
Trevor felt a panel opening under his butt and immediately knew what would happen next. Sure enough, a lube-covered dildo mounted on a piston rose from under the bed and angled itself towards the dino’s rear entry, advancing slowly and steadily until it penetrated his tail-hole. This earned a momentary jerk and moan from him before he went back to laughing madly.
“You gotta use that one on me more often.” Cameron said, devouring the spectacle with his eyes, masturbating himself faster.
Trevor was in hysterics. His pudgy tummy and sensitive armpits where brushed, his ticklish paws were sensitized and raked over again and again by the high pressure water jet, his tailhole was rhythmically penetrated and his dick was forcefully milked like a cow’s udder. The overwhelming sensations were too much for the poor dino and with a silent scream, he arched his back and shot his strongest load yet, actually managing to stain the ceiling but getting most of it splashed back on himself.
In sync with Trevor’s orgasm, Cameron allowed himself to have his own orgasm which he carelessly shot across the lab, fortunately not hitting any of the expensive equipment.
“CHEESEBURGER! CHEEHEHEHESEBURGEEHEHER!” The yoshi screamed and writhed madly against the straps before Cameron hit the emergency killswitch on the remote and all machines immediately froze and retracted back into their respective compartments.
The bird then untied the exhausted, sweaty yoshi and helped him sit on the edge of the bed.
“Had fun?”
“It was intense but… Yeah, I had fun!” Trevor said between deep breaths.
“So… Wanna get some revenge?” The macaw said sheepishly. Trevor took a deep breath and stood up from the bed, facing the macaw with a confident smile.
“On the bed, pretty bird!”