Andy still couldn’t believe this was happening. In a soundproof, cozily lit and fashionably furnished private room within The Rail, one of his biggest fantasies would soon materialize. As he stood behind the camera set up to livestream the spectacle that was about to unfold, his gaze turned towards its main performer. Fletcher was, by all conventional standards, hot. Very hot. A coat of short hazel fur hugged his muscular frame, covered with nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts both seemingly a size too small, and adorned with a gold chain around his neck. The top bore the logo of the establishment they found themselves in.
The establishment he owned.
“Did you start the stream?”
His tone was cocky and at ease, completely comfortable with putting on a show for the retriever and the very special individual spectating through the livestream.
“Yeah! Do you want to uh… introduce yourself?”
Fletcher flashed a smile at the camera.
“We can skip that. Y’all know who I am.”
He looked at the golden retriever - much smaller in stature - who fidgeted nervously behind it. Andy, never one to overcomplicate his outfit, wore a simple red t-shirt with blue jeans.
“So, Andy,” Fletcher asked. “Ol’ Emery booked a very special session today, didn’t he?”
The retriever became red in the face. This still didn’t feel real. He nodded timidly.
“He told me all about your little fixation,” Fletcher said with a smirk. “So, can we get on with it? I’m a little curious myself.”
“Curious?”
“Yeah. Not every day I get paid a shitton of money to get tickled on camera.”
Tickled. There it was. That word that made his toes curl and his neck fur stand on end. A type of sexual play he’d only been recently introduced to yet already grew to love above all else.
“I have a few questions, first, if that’s okay.”
“Yeah? Shoot.”
“It’s a little obvious, but eh… are you ticklish?”
Fletcher shrugged. “A little. Don’t think I’ve ever been tickled for more than five seconds so I don’t know.”
“Where do you think you might be ticklish?” Andy asked timidly only to be met with another shrug.
“Armpits? Paws? That’s where people are usually ticklish, right? I know my chest is sensitive, at least.”
“Can you take off your shirt?”
That question finally made the bigger dog’s eyes light up. “Thought you’d never ask.” He crossed his arms to pinch the edges of his shirt and lifted it up with the choreographed motion of someone who had done so many times before, almost hypnotically revealing more and more of himself until the garment was off and on the floor - much like Andy’s jaw.
His body was worthy of a statue, perfectly chiseled down to every minute detail like a Renaissance sculptor’s magnum opus. Andy practically devoured his naked torso with his eyes. From those well-defined pecs to the almost edible-looking set of abs that besieged a belly button that had no right whatsoever to be that cute. Fletcher put his arms up and flexed, offering the retriever a good look at his impressive biceps and revealing his cavernous armpits.
He NEEDED to touch him.
Before he could even process the thought of asking him about it, his hand already reached towards the naked torso.
“Whoa. Eager, are you?”
Andy pulled his hand back. “Oh! S-Sorry, I didn’t.”
Fletcher’s hand shot towards the smaller dog’s wrist, grabbing it and gently guiding it back towards his abs. Andy’s heart pounded and his stomach twisted into a knot as he came closer and closer to making contact.
One inch… Half an inch… Quarter inch…
“Y-You’re soft.”
“I know.”
As Fletcher let go of Andy’s hand, it remained glued to his fur. He just couldn’t pull away! Out of instinct, he curled his fingers and scratched the skin underneath that thin layer of fur ever so gently.
Fletcher snorted.
“Looks like you found a ticklish spot.” He held his arms behind his head and smirked. A wordless invitation that Andy did not think twice before accepting. Slowly, he used his claw to toy with Fletcher’s abs, coercing rather amusing reactions out of the bigger dog. He seemed like he was trying to hold it in! The retriever’s playful side kicked in as he ramped up the intensity of the tickles. One claw turned to two claws, then four, then five… and soon all ten where skittering away at Fletcher’s tender abs while he struggled to keep still.
“You are pretty ticklish here!” Andy said, tail wagging. “Why are you trying to resist.”
“B-Because you don’t have what it takes to make me laugh.”
A challenge. Andy liked those.
“Oh really, now. What if I tickle…” he trailed his claws upwards along Fletcher’s sides as he spoke and stopped when he had one claw firmly planted within each of his pits. “Here!”
He attacked.
“Pfftt!! Bwahahahaha!!”
Fletcher broke easily - either underestimating the sensitivity of his armpits or overestimating his own ability to resist it. And yet, he stood firm - arms stubbornly out of the way of the curious fingers tormenting his ticklish pits.
“Did I find a sweet spot, Fletcher?”
“Mahahaybe!”
“Well, I’m not convinced until I try every spot!” He was now in full tickler mode, no longer intimidated in the slightest by Fletcher’s appearance or status. Not after experiencing how vulnerable he was to tickling. “Show me your paws,” Andy ordered.
“Bossing me around now, eh? I don’t usually let people do that, pup, but since your boss made such a generous donation to The Rail, I guess I can make an exception.”
He sat on the bed and presented Andy with his bare paw - perfect like the rest of him - which the retriever took it in his hand. He gently caressed the fuchsia pads and smiled at the slight twitch of the toes that followed. He curled his finger inward and repeated the same motion that had worked so well on Fletcher’s abs and pits minutes before.
“Grrk!”
“Holding it in again? Do you ever learn?”
One claw instantly turned to five and they all slipped under the Fletcher’s toes - an area Andy was well aware tended to be a hotbed of dormant nerves. He narrowly dodged a kick to the face.
“Guess I found another hot spot.”
“Didn’t know I had so many.”
“And there’s still so much left to try!” Andy beamed. “I want those shorts off.”
Within minutes, Andy was kneeling on the bed, eying Fletcher’s near-naked body who’s only last figment of modesty was kept by his black boxers. If only the outline of his semi-erect cock wasn’t practically bursting through that thin garment. The ticklee kept his arms behind his head and his legs spread to give the eager retriever full access to his ticklish body.
Andy started with the belly button since the abs gave him such wonderful reactions. At the first dip of his claw inside the lightly furred hollow, he knew he’d hit jackpot as Fletcher damn near jumped from the bed. What a surprise it must have been for the hotshot canine to learn he was so unbearably ticklish there. Then again, the belly button was not a place he was used to having touched by anyone but himself.
“WAIT! NOHOHOT THERE!” Fletcher begged.
“Oh? Do we have a winner?”
He poked again.
“SHIHIT! STOP!!”
For the first time in the session, Fletcher couldn’t keep his arms out of the way.
“Oh! S-Sorry, we can avoid that spot if it’s too much for you-”
“Too much? Nah, I just wasn’t ready,” Fletcher immediately retorted. “Shouldn’t I be tied up for this anyway?”
Andy’s heart skipped a beat. “I was gonna ask, eventually.”
“I figured. I mean, how else are you going to tickle the ever-loving fuck outta me if I’m able to move around?”
Suddenly, the retriever’s pants felt very, very tight.
The Rail had no shortage of bondage gear and, from that vast selection, Andy chose a chair-like device arm and footrests raised and spread apart for maximum vulnerability which was now mounted in the middle of the room, camera pointed straight at it.
Fletcher prepared to sit on it before Andy stopped him with one last request.
“C-Can you take them off?” he said, pointing at Fletcher’s last remaining piece of clothing.
“Only if you drop yours too.”
And just like that, their two dog bones were exposed, marking the true beginning of the session.
Andy stared at the metal piercing protruding from Fletcher’s frenulum as it glimmered in the room’s warm light.
“Ya like it?”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Not if you’re gentle,” Fletcher sat on the device and positioned his limbs according to the straps. “But you can be a little rough if you want.”
Andy closed the cuffs around his wrists and ankles and an additional one at his waist to ensure he would not be able to wiggle his hips away.
“Are you ready?”
“Bitch, I was born ready- HAHA!”
A firm squeeze of his inner thigh caught him off-guard.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he said sheepishly.
“Ha! You little assho- BWAHAHAHA!”
He moved from Fletcher’s thighs back up towards his torso, running his claws along his tummy while deliberately avoiding his hypersensitive belly button which he decided to save for later in the session.
“Coochie coochie coo!” he teased as he scratched the bigger dog’s tender sides and watched him futilely trying to wiggle away while that pesky waist strap kept him nice and immobile. The whole thing was very much a power trip for Andy. Someone of his stature rarely got to experience this side of a power dynamic.
He loved it.
Just as he loved doing it with his boss, he loved dominating a man in a position of power. If anything, Fletcher’s jock-ish demeanor made it all feel deserved - as if being brought to heel by harmless yet harsh tickle-torture was the right punishment for every man who needed to be brought down a peg or two.
And, surprisingly, Fletcher didn’t seem to hate it. What was at first a challenge of his endurance now became a legitimately enjoyable experience. Like an intense workout. It was tough yet he welcomed it and was eager to let the curious pup poke and prod him everywhere.
“Let’s try another spot. You said your chest was sensitive, right?”
“Yeah? Wait, what are you- AH! Hahahaha!”
Andy bent over and began slurping Fletcher’s quivering pectorals, catching him off-guard and forcing him to fight the restraints harder than ever. It didn’t quite tickle as much as his sides or his paws (let alone his belly button), but the feeling of that wet appendage intimately touching him while he was powerless to do anything to stop it made him feel vulnerable and, consequently, rather ticklish.
“Fuhuhuck! I-It tickles!”
“I bet! You taste good, though.”
“I knohohow!”
Impressive, Andy thought. Even while enduring tickle torture, Fletcher still managed to act cocky.
He dragged his tongue down towards the abs and began sloppily lapping at them. Fletcher’s laughter reached a higher octave whenever that canine tongue slid over his belly button. Even if Andy wasn’t deliberately tickling it, the area around it was still incredibly sensitive compared to the rest of his belly.
“Shit, it tickles! It tihihickles!”
“Good, it’s supposed to!”
“Gahahahaha!”
Fletcher really put the sturdiness of the table to the test with his incessant struggles. A ceaseless yet useless effort to break free from the torture he had been so handsomely compensated to endure. His abs were essentially being devoured like a tasty treat.
It was hot. So hot.
Despite the humiliation (or perhaps because of it) Fletcher’s member was starting to fill with blood, a fact that went by unnoticed until something metallic poked Andy’s cheek. He briefly paused the tickling.
“Your piercing is poking me.”
“W-Wanna find out if I’m ticklish there?” Fletcher said, trying to catch his breath.
“Is that okay?”
“Go nuts! It might not even tickle.”
“With how ticklish you are everywhere else? Yeah, right.”
He grabbed Fletcher’s member and observed it pulse for a bit. It was long and girthy, and the Prince Albert that crowned it gave it an exotic air.
“Ready?”
“Bring it on!”
A knock on the door.
Fletcher sighed, then shouted: “Occupied. Go away.”
“It’s me,” came a voice from outside the room.
“Cooper!” Andy said as he ran towards the door.
“Cooper?!”
The gray wolf stepped into the room carrying a black canvas bag, a little flustered but seemingly unsurprised to see his boss in such a compromising position.
“You’re late. We started without you,” Andy said.
“Yeah, sorry. There was this guy who-”
“Yo, why is this asshole here?” Fletcher said, visibly upset.
“Oh right, I forgot to tell you! Cooper’s helping me tickle you.”
“I brought the stuff you asked me,” Cooper said, motioning towards the bag.
Cooper looked over at Fletcher, bound and naked on that device, seemingly covered in a thin layer of sweat which told him that the session had already been going on for a little while.
“You, uh… Okay with this, Fletcher?” he asked timidly.
Fletcher gave the wolf a stern look. The idea of being double-teamed was undeniably hot and he was definitely compensated enough for it. Even still, if he was going to let himself be dominated by his employee, he would have to assert his place in the pecking order after this. He turned his gaze to Andy.
“Is that camera recording?”
“Live-streaming.”
“Public?”
“No! It’s just for Emery.”
He thought for a second.
“…Fine. But next time a little warning would be nice.”
“Sorry! Must’ve slipped my mind,” Andy said before turning to Cooper. “I was just about to test out his cock. Feel free to uh… match the vibe, if you want.”
“Heh. Don’t mind if I do!”
Cooper stripped, giving Andy even more eye candy than before. He was bigger than the retriever but smaller than Fletcher.
“So where is he ticklish?”
“Oh, everywhere! I’ve tried his pits, sides, abs, paws, belly button… His belly button is really bad!”
Fletcher growled. Being talked about as if he wasn’t there was humiliating, yet strangely arousing. His cock twitched, yearning to be touched.
The ticklers took their places, Andy stood near his cock while Cooper walked behind him and placed his fingers on his open armpits.
“Ready?”
“Do your worst.”
“We’ll make you regret saying that.”
They began.
Cooper scratched those sensitive hollows to a good reaction but it was Andy’s claws scribbling around his cock head that really made him howl and (surprisingly) leak.
“GAAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!”
His frenetic movements where a mixture of desperate, full body struggling and intense humping. All the attention being given to his cock made it yearn for a tight hole to fill, both as a means of pleasuring himself and as a way to alleviate the unbearable tickles that covered the entirety of that sensitive organ.
Andy, feeling a bit adventurous, experimented with targeting different spots around the ticklish member and found the best reactions near the piercing, as he had hoped.
“I knew you’d be ticklish here! Let’s see how hard I can make you laugh.”
He tightened his grip on Fletcher’s shaft just a bit, enough to trap a bit more blood near the tip to make it just that bit more sensitive before resuming his clawed assault on it. The large canine went ballistic and the room was filled with the rattling and howling laughter. To add to his torment, Cooper decided to poke his belly button.
Fletcher was now well and truly in tickle hell.
He balled his fists and pulled on the synthetic leather restraints as hard as he could. They creaked but held firm, ensuring he had no choice but to uphold his end of the deal and endure the torture. He gritted his teeth in a useless attempt to stop the laughter from pouring out, coerced out of him by the curious touches of the dog and wolf duo that was tormenting him. He had expected Andy, but Cooper was a surprise that he didn’t quite know how to feel about yet. The idea of being tickled by him did have a strange appeal, and yet he inevitably began conjuring up an appropriate punishment for the wolf once this session was complete.
He would tickle him. Of that he had little doubt. It was the details that he needed to work out.
Unfortunately for him, coherent thoughts were hard to form when one was undergoing excruciating tickle torture.
Andy would not let go of his cock and happily danced his claws all over the glans where he seemed to find the most intense reactions and was rewarded with small spurts of pre. Fletcher’s cock evidently did not care for what kind of stimulation it received as long as it was still stimulation.
The only thing stopping him from cumming was the merciless onslaught that Cooper unleashed upon his upper body. An electric toothbrush had made its home inside of his belly button and was now stimulating its extremely sensitive walls while its twin traveled aimlessly in circles around one of his open armpits.
He could hardly breathe between bouts of hysterical laughter. Never in his life did he consider he could be brought to heel by such a childish activity. Neither that not how hot it was. He felt completely powerless. Afraid even
And yet he didn’t want it to stop.
“HAHAHA! IS THAT AHAHALL YOU’VE GOHOHOT?!”
“Nope!” Andy said. “Not by a long shot.”
While still tormenting Fletcher’s glans, the retriever used his free hand to lightly tease under his balls while Cooper made his way down towards his paws and jammed the electric toothbrush between two of his toes.
Fletcher threw his head back and howled with laughter.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Fletcher? Big boss dog can’t take a little tickling?” Andy teased. “I thought you could take anything I dished out but I guess you’re just not as tough as you look.”
It was humiliating. Not just the way he was being spoken too but also the fact the Andy was entirely right. Fletcher had high stamina, endurance and pain tolerance. But tickling? That’s not something he had ever trained to endure. Maybe he would include that in his workout routine.
“His paws are pretty ticklish but nowhere near as bad as his belly button,” Cooper commented as he held Fletcher’s toes with one hand while assaulting the sensitive skin between them with the other. “That has got to be one of the most ticklish belly buttons I’ve ever seen. Worse than mine, even.”
“I know, right?” Andy said as he mindlessly tickled every square inch of the screaming canine’s genitals. “I was pretty surprised too. His taint is also crazy ticklish!”
“Hey, what do you think tickles his cocktip more? A toothbrush or a flosser?”
Fletcher’s eyes widened in abject terror.
“I don’t know but we can find out!”
No! He wouldn’t be able to handle either of those tools on his cock! Andy’s curious claws were bad enough!
Cooper, as the designated tickle tool wielder, took Andy’s place at Fletcher’s crotch and toted his trusty toothbrush in full view of his boss.
Was it wise for him to toy with the man who paid his salary?
Decidedly not.
Was it worth it just to see the look on his face as he slowly moved the instrument towards the throbbing member?
Absolutely.
When those vibrating plastic bristles finally made contact with his cock, it was as if he was struck by lightning.
“BWAHAHAHA! FUCKING STOHOHOP!”
“He’s got a safe word, right?”
“Yep.”
“Good.”
The ensuing torment made that safe word seem like a very appealing option for Fletcher. Cooper showed no mercy as he dragged the brush along every bit of the dog’s ticklish cock. He drew circles around the edges of the glans before pulling it up towards the slit that led to his urethra and then back down towards his frenulum where it stayed for a while, polishing his piercing to a mirror sheen and tickling the heck out of him in the process.
Lubricant was unnecessary as Fletcher was kind enough to provide his own in the form of large amounts of precum.
“I’m not sure if he’s more ticklish here or on his belly button,” Cooper commented, once again speaking of him as if he was not there.
“We should rank his ticklish spots! I brought a notebook.”
“You think? Sounds like a lot of work that could take us hours,” Cooper said theatrically.
“I’ve got time. And Fletcher doesn’t mind either.”
Fletcher minded, of course, but he was in no position to voice his objection.
After what felt like an eternity of torture, Cooper swapped the toothbrush for a flosser. Another coincidentally tooth-related instrument that doubled as an excruciatingly effective tickle tool. He switched it on and unceremoniously touched its tip against that of Fletcher’s cock.
A short gasp, followed by a scream that broke into laughter.
“FUHUHUHUCK! STOP!”
“Don’t stop? Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.”
Cooper knew he was beyond fucked after this session, but, in that instant, him and his raging boner didn’t care. Neither did Andy who watched on eagerly before he decided to have another taste of Fletcher’s abs.
“Licking, huh? That seems to work pretty well,” Cooper noted as he observed Andy drag his tongue across his boss’ abs.
Fletcher became non-verbal. He communicated only via screaming laughter and half-moans as tickling and pleasure mingled in his brain to create the strangest sensation of unbearable amounts of pleasure. A familiar feeling began building up in his pelvic area.
He was about to climax. But did he want to?
It sounded good then, but what about after? He had a feeling they wouldn’t stop after just one orgasm, not while they were both in full tickler mode. But, even if they did stop, did Fletcher really want to end the fun so soon?
The answer to these questions would have to wait as both ticklers stopped short of letting him cum, leaving him a panting, horny mess on the bondage table.
“Already… Over…?” Fletcher asked, doing his best to sound cocky.
“Oh you’re adorable,” Andy joked. “Just making sure you’re nice and horny for us.”
“I’m always horny.”
“But how horny can you get, really?.”
With that, Andy grabbed Fletcher’s cock and gently stroke it while scribbling his claws over its tip, throwing the dog into another helpless giggling fit before stopping.
“Hnng! I was almost there!”
“I know. I could feel the contractions.”
“You’re a bad dog, Andy,” Fletcher teased. “Are you sure you don’t want to come work at The Rail?”
“I’ll give it some thought after I’m finished tickling your brains out.”
And so it was. For the next few minutes, the pair tickled their ticklee with the express purpose of bringing him as close to climax as possible only to then deny it, making him hornier and hornier with each subsequent edge.
Cooper made use of his vast arsenal of tools against all of Fletcher’s most sensitive spots. In addition to dipping the electric toothbrush into his belly button and using the flosser to torture his cock, he also used large brushes to comb through his abs and scrub his sides and armpits while occasionally using his own claws whenever he thought Fletcher might be getting used to the tool treatment.
Andy, for his part, used nothing but his tongue to taste every inch of the bigger dog. From devouring his belly button to slurping deep into his armpits, he made use of that natural asset of his to bring poor Fletcher to hysterics.
Every time he was about to cum, they halted the treatment and gave him some time to cool down while discussing how ticklish a particular spot was or what technique they would try next.
It messed with his head in the best way possible.
Someone in Fletcher’s position was not at all used to being spoken about like he was not in the room. Treated like a mere toy for the kinky pair’s enjoyment. It was as degrading as it was hot.
After his tenth or so edge, when he had next to no dignity left, Andy decided to make a proposition.
“Hey Cooper?”
“What?”
“Can I tickle you next?”
“…Excuse you?”
“You know, it’s just…” he hesitated, feeling a sudden warmth around his cheeks. “You and him tied side by side while I get to tickle you? That’s hot. Really hot.”
“Yeah, but you could’ve told me before,” Cooper retorted, a little annoyed.
“Honestly, I only just thought of it. Come on! Please?” he begged, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes. “I’ll let you do the same to me!”
Cooper sighed. He just couldn’t say no to that face.
“Fine, but I don’t want to be edged.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Andy smirked. “I have other plans.”
Emery and Noah sat on the couch in Emery house, naked from the waist down as they watched the livestream on the TV while idly playing with their erections.
“See? What did I tell you? His worst spot is his belly button!” Noah declared triumphantly.
“You think so? I think he was screaming louder when Cooper used the toothbrush on his cock,” Emery retorted. “Might even be worse than yours.”
“Ah shut it, you,” said Noah as he poked his lover’s ribs.
“Hehey! No tickling now!”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to miss the next part.” Emery turned his eyes towards the screen which showed Andy tying Cooper to another bondage table right next to Fletcher. Emery threw an arm around Noah and slowly stroked his member as he watched. Smiling, he said: “This was worth every penny.”
After he had finished tying Cooper up next to his boss, he took a step back to admire the scenery: Two extremely hot and extremely ticklish canines completely vulnerable and at his mercy. Fletcher looked at him defiantly, but he knew it was all show. His leaky cock didn’t lie: the ruthless edging he had endured up until now left him very pent up.
Cooper looked nervous. It was not his first rodeo but he could never quite get used to the feeling of vulnerability that came from being restrained and very explicitly told he would be tickled without a shred of mercy. And yet it was that very same feeling of vulnerability that made his cock throb.
“You guys ready?”
“Bring it on!”
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”
Andy started with Cooper. He approached the nervous wolf wiggling his fingers in midair.
“Where should I tickle you first, Coop? How about… here?” He touched one of Cooper’s paws and pressed his thumb into the main pad while teasingly spreading the toes apart but never actually tickling them. “Or… maybe here?” His claws trailed up along the wolf’s leg until they reached his flank and gave it a soft squeeze.
“Ack!” Cooper flinched.
“Oh? Pretty ticklish here, huh?”
He was, but Andy still wasn’t satisfied. His hands moved up once again until they reached the wolf’s vulnerable armpits. The look of abject terror on Cooper’s face as he realized what was about to happen next was equal parts hilarious and provoking.
“No, Andy! Please, you know how ticklish I am there!”
“I gave you a safe word, right?”
“Uhm… yeah?”
“Good.”
As Andy started furiously tickling Cooper’s armpits, the feeble walls of the wolf’s resistance crumbled to dust. Unlike his boss, Cooper could not hold in his laughter at all. Although, granted, Andy already knew exactly how and where to tickle him.
Fletcher watched attentively, silently gathering information that he would put to good use when it was time to reassert his place in the pecking order above Cooper. At the same time, he could not help but look at Andy as a potential ticklee too. From the way he and Cooper talked, he could gather that they were no strangers to these tickle sessions. If that meant that the retriever was willing to be strapped down and tickled then Fletcher wouldn’t mind having go someday.
And then he was struck by an idea.
The current tickle session was an exception to The Rail’s ordinary services. An unadvertised privilege that he had only consented to because it had been requested (and handsomely paid for) by one of the place’s main investors.
But what if it wasn’t?
What if there was a special lounge at The Rail dedicated to satisfying the surprisingly huge demand for hot ticklish men? That sounded like something that could make him a lot of money and he knew he was looking at its future star. He grinned, observing how Cooper tried in vain to shrink from the playful hands teasing his extremely ticklish armpits, cock leaking with pre.
He’s into this,* Fletcher thought. *Perfect!
“Coochie coochie coo, Coop! Who’s a stinky, ticklish wolfy?” Andy teased while playing the wolf’s ribs like a piano.
“Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhuhup!!”
“Hey! Bad wolf! I’ll tickle you even harder for that!”
“What about me?” Fletcher interjected to the pair’s surprise. “As much as I like seeing that asshole take some punishment, I still want to cum so get over here and make me.”
A devious smile spread itself over Andy’s muzzle as he let go of Cooper and approached Fletcher.
“Wanna cum, huh?” He said as he grabbed the electric toothbrush and turned it on. “Fine, then. Let’s take care of that.”
He grabbed Fletcher’s member and pumped it rhythmically while tickling its tip with the toothbrush. The bigger dog flinched at the sudden burst of stimulation before his nervous system took over and made him struggle fiercely against the restrains, overriding the conscious part of his mind that knew it was no use.
“Bwahaha! Shit! Not like thahahat”
“No complaining! You asked for this,” Andy teased.
Once again, Fletcher felt pleasure build up behind in his pelvic area signaling an oncoming orgasm. He could only pray Andy would let him have it.
He did.
A glorious eruption that, from its sheer magnitude, managed to stain Fletcher’s face.
The overwhelming pleasure was immediate and all-consuming. It overpowered every other sensation in a wave of pure bliss that lasted all of five seconds before the dog realized neither tickling nor masturbating had stopped.
In fact, they were even more intense than before.
“Hnng! F-Fuhuhuck! Stop! I’m already dohohone!”
“Already? C’mon, Fletch. Gonna pussy out after a single orgasm? Where’s that legendary endurance I heard about?”
“Grr, you little shihihit!”
Despite the insults, he did not say the safe word. Andy grinned knowing that Fletcher was giving him permission to destroy him post orgasm. He had to admit the bigger dog had an impressive amount of willpower.
Even so, he didn’t want him to have all the fun. Cooper needed to cum too.
He took a small bullet vibrator from the tool bag and slipped in into Fletcher’s belly button, securing it with a bit of tape before turning it on.
“Hey, what are you- EEK! FUHUHUCK! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!”
As soon as the little device came to life, Fletcher tried to shake it off, but the tape held it firmly in place, rattling the inner walls of his belly button. Soon, he would return to tickle yet another load out of him but, for the time being, it was Cooper’s turn.
“Want to cum too, Coop?”
“Are you going to keep tickling me after?”
“Naturally.”
Cooper snickered. “Jerk.” And then sighed. “Fine, do your worst.”
“Such a good wolf!” Andy cooed.
“Shut up and tickle me before I change my mind!”
He didn’t need to hear any more. The electric toothbrush went straight to the head of Cooper’s cock driving him into a mad frenzy of laughter and struggling just as it had done with Fletcher. Andy was well aware of how cock ticklish Cooper was. He learned this through the many tickle sessions the pair had shared in the past.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THEHERE!”
“And why not? You want to cum, right? What better way to make you cum than to tickle it out of you?”
“JUST JEHEHERK ME OHOHOFF!”
“And where’s the fun in that?”
While he held the toothbrush against Cooper’s frenulum, he bent over and began slurping all over his sides, abs and even occasionally dipping his tongue into the wolf’s belly button.
“ANDY DON’T, I-”
Silence.
Cooper’s throat could not keep up with his nervous system’s constant demand for laughter. His face froze in an expression of pained laughter while his cock danced in rhythm with his rapid heartbeats. Eyes closing, toes curling… An orgasm was imminent. After just a few seconds of tickling, Andy managed to coax a respectable load out of the wolf’s balls - nowhere near as much as Fletcher’s but that was to be expected. After all, Cooper had not been tickle-edged for an hour straight prior to being allowed relief.
Not that time, at least.
“Good boy, Cooper! But I know you can cum even more!”
He hopped between one ticklee and the other like a spoiled child with too many toys.
The golden retriever had transmogrified into a snarling beast hungry for his victim’s ticklish spots. He nibbled on their toes with his sharp teeth and lapped along their bellies with his raspy tongue. Their taste was intoxicating, and their laughter addicting. They were saying words that no longer had any meaning to Andy while he was under that euphoric power trip.
While he split his attention more or less equally between the two, he was still only one dog, so he had to make use of his tools to ensure neither man got any rest. While he devoured one’s ticklish spots, the other had a small arsenal of electric toothbrushes, flossers and vibrators taped all over him. In the armpits, in the belly button, between the toes… Andy would even purposely throw on a vibrating cock ring post-orgasm whenever he managed to tickle another orgasm out of one of them.
It was a superb experience for all three of them.
Andy had never gotten such hot men to play with while Fletcher and Coop had never been on the receiving end of a tickle session this intense (or any tickle session in Fletcher’s case). But it was safe to say they loved it, even if they weren’t quite sure at the time.
Exploiting Fletcher’s hypersensitive belly button was simple after the various tests he and Cooper had run with the tools. The electric toothbrush still proved to be the most effective at wrecking that little hollow. At some point, he employed toe-ties to immobilize the dog’s digits and facilitate his tongue snaking between them.
Cock tickling was abundant but unnecessary as Fletcher proved capable of orgasming from sheer tickling alone. Something entirely new to him.
As for Cooper, Andy spent most of his time tickling him hyper-focusing on his armpits. He loved watching the wolf’s biceps flex as he tried to desperately pull his arms down and protect his pits from the retriever’s tongue.
After the second orgasm, he blindfolded them. After the third, the ball-gags came on and the safe word became a safe signal.
The sensory deprivation multiplied the sensations tenfold as it forced their minds to focus only on the most intense stimuli. On the tickling.
Laughter echoed through the sound-proof room as Andy devolved into his most primal self - a merciless tickled with two hot hunks of man at his disposal.
Four orgasms…
Neither Cooper nor Fletcher had any energy to struggle left and simply resigned themselves to their ticklish fate.
Five orgasms.
They could barely even laugh anymore. The noises that slipped by the gags were more akin to pathetic moans than they were to laughter.
That was as much as they could take before one of them (Fletcher, surprisingly) snapped his fingers, signaling to Andy that he had reached his limit.
After two whole hours of non-stop tickling, relentless edging and many orgasms later, it was finally over.
Fletcher sat in front of the camera as Cooper took a shower. He was a mess. Disheveled fur matted with sweat, arms and legs still shaking and phantom tingling spreading throughout his whole body.
Andy pressed the record button.
“So, how was it?”
“Tougher than it looked,” Fletcher laughed. “Had no idea I was this ticklish.”
Andy laughed. “What do you think about your ticklish spots?”
“I had a feeling my cock would be pretty ticklish but I was not expecting my belly button to be that bad.”
“That’s what most people say when they find out they’re ticklish there. You did very well for your first session.”
“‘Course I did!” Fletcher said smugly. “I just thought of it like a workout. It hurts but it hurts good! Honestly, it’s more physically demanding that regular sex.”
Andy went on to ask some more basic questions about the particulars of the session until Cooper came out of the shower and began dressing himself.
“So, are we done? I want to go take a shower,” Fletcher asked.
“Just one more question and then I’ll let you go,” Andy said with a nervous smile. “Would you, uh… do this again sometime?”
Fletcher smirked. “Fuck yeah!”
He stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the sweat he had accumulated over the course of the session. He could still feel phantom tingling all over his body but they were particular intense in the spots the dog and the wolf had abused the most.
He touched is belly button and attempted to massage away the tingling there. Cooper had really done a number on him with that electric toothbrush.
Cooper.
That night after work, he called the gray wolf to his office for a very special assignment (one that left him howling with laughter) followed by an invitation to lead The Rail’s upcoming tickle lounge which he promptly declined.
The after-hours activities in Fletcher’s office would repeat every day until the wolf finally agreed to become a professional ticklee.
From a page in Andy’s notebook:
“FLETCHER
Armpits: 8/10 - Hairy!
Belly Button: 11/10 - Killer spot.
Cock: 10/10 - Will cum if tickled long enough here. Esp. sensitive around piercing.
Paws: 8/10 - Very ticklish between the toes.
COOPER
Armpits: 10/10 - He howls!
Belly button: 9/10 - Wags tail when tickled here.
Cock: 10/10 - Is there any guy who isn’t cock ticklish?
Paws: 7/10 - Not too ticklish but fun to play with.”