He rang the bell and took a step back from the door, waiting anxiously for one of his two playmates for the night to open it. A faint “I’ll get it!” came from the other side in a jovial tone that he recognized as Tagus’. He smiled.
“Russie! You made it!” The young aquatic dragon beamed with joy and threw his arms over the panda in a friendly hug. His in aquamarine scales were smooth to the touch. “Come on in - we’ve got the heater on! And leave your shoes at the door, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t mind at all. Not like they were going to stay on for very long anyway!”
The apartment was spacious yet cozy, and living room and kitchen areas were combined in a in a single area. To the left of the door there was a short hallway that led to the master bedroom as well as a guest bedroom, a bathroom and a storage closet. Two pairs of shoes occupied the shoe rack to which Russie added his own pair.
The floor was spotless and they intended to keep it that way.
“Russie! How are you, pal?” A portly polar bear in a blue t-shirt and black sweatpants appeared from the hallway with a warm smile and open arms. They hugged. Viktor’s frame was just a tad smaller than the panda’s and carried with it the faint essence of tobacco, betraying his smoking habit.
“Not bad at all! Better now that I’m out of the cold.”
“Make yourself at home. I just finished setting everything up in the bedroom. Want to have a drink first? Relax for a bit before the fun starts?”
“Or we could do boardgames!”
Russie always appreciated their hospitality. Viktor and Tagus never rushed things during their session nights. They were friends first and kinksters second. Regardless, the panda was nothing but eager to get on with the night’s main event.
“That’s okay, guys. Thanks. I’m ready when you are!”
True to his word, Viktor had done all the prep work. An under-the-bed restraint kit with wrist and ankle cuffs adorned the large queen-size bed, perfect for tying someone spread-eagle. The couple’s extensive collection of toys lay organized on a table next to the bed, itching to be put to use inflicting all types of deliciously torturous sensations. The mere sight of those feathers and brushes was enough to make Russie’s ticklish toes curl in his socks.
“Shirt off, boy!” Viktor commanded, slipping partially into his dom persona. “And everything else too!”
Instantly, he obeyed. Off came his shirt to reveal his large, round belly. Then down came his pants, baring his meaty legs and showing off his white boxer briefs. Just as he was about to pull those down too, he was stopped.
“Wait! Leave those on for a bit,” Viktor said. “We’ll take them off ourselves later.”
“Sir, yes, sir! Didn’t know you were into that.”
“Tagus likes it.”
They threw glances at Tagus who promptly averted them, flustered.
Now near-naked, he climbed on the bed and aligned his limbs with the cuffs. He raised his arms over his head and was suddenly keenly aware of how exposed his torso felt. Belly, sides, armpits… All those spots felt so vulnerable and ticklish. Before he knew it, cuffs snapped around his wrists. Then he felt truly helpless - submissive - just how he liked it.
His legs were next. But before restraining his ankles, Viktor and Tagus took one of the panda’s feet each and slipped off the sock protecting it. Russie’s feet were big, as was expected of a panda. Five toes on each paw curled shyly, causing the chalk-white soles to wrinkle. Viktor and Tagus admired them for a second before snapping the last pair of cuffs shut around his ankles.
He gave each limb a test tug and concluded that, at best, each cuff allowed him a few centimeters of movement. Effectively useless.
“Too tight?” asked Viktor.
“Nope! They’re perfect!”
“Good. So, how do you want to do it tonight? Roleplay?”
“We could play out your disciplinary session all over again!” said Tagus. “Always love punishing bad boys!”
Punishing bad boys. Words that sent a shiver down Russie’s spine.
“Honestly, I’m good with whatever. I just really want to get tickled! I’m a bit ashamed to admit it but I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”
“No shame in that, pal! We’ve uh… talked about this quite a bit, too.”
“Viktor hasn’t shut up about it ever since you agreed.”
“You little rascal…”
Russie laughed. “Glad to know I’m not the only one.”
“You’re definitely not! Tell you what, we’ll start out slow and then figure something out as we go along. Sounds good?” He lay a large bear hand on the panda’s rotund belly, making him flinch.
“Perfect!”
“Remember our safeword?”
“Tuna.”
“Good! We’re all set, then,” Viktor raised his hands over Russie’s belly. “Ready?”
“Rea-GAH! Bwahaha!”
Finally, they did what they did best and started tickling the panda bear. Viktor at his belly and Tagus at his feet. They started slow, with claws dragging through the fur of his belly and gentle nuzzles of Tagus’ muzzle on the soles of his wide feet. Russie didn’t hold back. He tittered like a child, malleable putty in the bear and dragon’s hands. Helpless and at their mercy.
Just how he liked it.
“Coochie coo, Russie! Who’s a ticklish panda bear?” Viktor teased, making Russie’s cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I-I am! Hehehe!”
“Who’s got a biiig ticklish tummy?”
“Mehehe!”
“And who’s got soft, ticklish feet?” Added Tagus, trailing a lone claw down one of the panda’s soles from arch to heel.
“Mehehehe!”
“And who’s got super sensitive pits?” The bear’s fingers poked both of his armpits at once.
“Me! Me! Mehehehe! I’m ticklish! I’m ticklihihish!”
“Yes, you are! You’re just a big, ticklish panda boy!” Teased Viktor, focusing once again on spidering his claws over the panda’s belly while the dragon toyed with the soles of his feet.
Adrenaline rushed through Russie, compelling him to struggle madly against the bonds despite consciously knowing it was useless. There was no pain but his brain responded as if there was. It was agony. It was hell.
Needless to say, Russie love it.
He’d been tickled many times before, mostly by a single tickler. Two at once was not something he was accustomed to. He could never get used to the sensations on any single spot as his attention remained torn between at least two. When Tagus dug his claws across his arches, Viktor would squeeze his sides. When his toes got nibbled, his pits got scratched. The multiple ticklish sensations became indistinguishable somewhere along the way to the panda’s brain and hit it as a unified, sharp tickling. In addition to that, Viktor and Tagus were not your average BDSM enthusiasts.
It was their job.
Their work routine at the prestigious Anthro Research Center consisted mainly of (among other things) tickling people of every shape, size, gender, species, sensitivity and toe count.
Viktor applied just the right amount of pressure to one of Russie’s armpits and waited precisely for the moment he just got finished processing the jolts that came from that before attacking his belly button with his other hand while Tagus made a detailed mental map of the sensitivity of the panda’s soles.
They weren’t experts. They were who the experts aspired to be one day.
Everything was perfect, and if Russie couldn’t (understandably) verbalize his satisfaction then the tent in his underwear was more than enough to let his ticklers know exactly how much he was enjoying being made their toy.
“Do you want to cum?”
He nodded frantically.
“Can’t hear you. Maybe we should keep you edge you for a couple of hours…”
“No, please! Hahaha! I-I want to cum! Please make me cum!” He blurted out.
The tickling stopped and he was granted brief respite. Viktor slowly pulled down his underwear, letting the panda’s hard cock flop out. It was leaking.
“Huh, no kidding. You really do want to cum, eh?”
Russie nodded again, his cheeks red as a tomato. “Please?”
“Aw, such a good boy. What do you think, Tagus? Should we make him cum?”
“Actually, I was thinking… we could try that* *thing we talked about.”
“We talk about a lot of things, Tag. You’re going to have to be a bit more specific.”
“The game.”
“Oh. The game.”
The panda’s glance ping-ponged between polar bear and the dragon. “What are you guys talking about? Did you want to play a game?” He asked sheepishly.
“Blindfold him. I’ll set things up,” the polar bear ordered.
“W-wait! Aren’t you at least going to tell me what you’re doing?”
“Nope!” And just like that, a piece of cloth was flung over his eyes, ensuring he was literally and figuratively in the dark about the aforementioned ‘setting things up’. “More fun that way.”
He had to admit it was.
Viktor left the room for a moment but quickly returned. “Here they are,” he said.
“Cool! Put ’em on the nightstand.”
Russie heard the rummaging of objects beside him. He felt tense, racked with anticipation and arousal - the momentary pause of tickling hadn’t made his cock any less erect. If anything. It only made him yearn for release even more.
Too bad it would be a long while before he got it.
“Want to be the first ’ler?” offered Viktor.
“Do you have to ask?” replied Tagus.
“Alright, here you go.” There was another strange rummaging sound, softer, barely audible. It stopped. “What did you get?” A whisper. “Oh! Good first spot, eh?”
“Bad luck for him. Ready, Russie?”
That was a rhetorical question, of course. Tagus didn’t wait for the panda to reply before he started madly spider-tickling the panda’s belly. Immediately, Russie lost it - his lack of sight had the intended and all too familiar effect of making his body especially receptible to tickling. But while the dragon scritched and scratched his tummy, the bear grabbed hold of his hard cock and pumped it. Not the slow stroking one might do to spice up tickle torture with a pinch of pleasure. No. Viktor jerked him off like there was no tomorrow.
He wanted him to cum.
“Guys! Guyhyhys! I-I’m gohonna-”
It was too late for a verbal warning. The pressure built up to the point of bursting before he could finish his sentence. His pelvis seized up and he arched his back, unintentionally pushing his belly closer to Tagus’ tickling fingers.
An alarm rang and, at once, the tickling and pleasure both stopped.
Russie slumped back into the bed, still unsure if he was about to have a ruined orgasm. In the end, he didn’t. The pressure in his gonads subsided before he hit the point of no return, leaving him tittering on the edge.
“Watch out, Tag! I almost won on the first round.”
“Yeah, because I was just using my fingers! If I’d gone for the brush, you wouldn’t even get close to making him cum.”
“Well, then why didn’t you?”
“Cause’ I wanted to feel his belly!” The dragon said innocently.
“And that almost costed you the game. And then I would rub your belly with my brush!”
In his hazed state of mind, Russie was still trying to put together the rules of the game. Apparently, it was a competition, and the loser would get tickled by the winner - that much was obvious. Did the game end when he came? If so, then he wanted it to end sooner rather than later as his erection begged for release. After that first orgasm, he wouldn’t mind getting tickled again, perhaps even hooked up to a milking machine and be forced to surrender load after load to his friends with benefits. But until then, he really needed to cum.
Another round began and now it seemed like it was Tagus’ turn to try and make him cum. To do that, he used one of his greatest natural assets. His mouth.
Russie felt the warm, wet embrace of the dragon’s maw around his cock and instantly felt like he was about to reach climax. The only thing that stopped him from getting there was the electric toothbrush ravaging the inner walls of his belly button. Viktor chose the perfect tool for that spot.
His muscles seized up in response to the overwhelming pleasure provided by Tagus’ blowjob. As he moved his head up and down the panda’s pulsating member, careful to avoid grazing it with sharp teeth, his tongue snaked and slithered around the engorged glans to provide an additional layer of stimulation.
He was going all out, but so was Viktor.
The bear seemed to know exactly when the panda was about to orgasm, and, each time, he would spin the toothbrush madly inside his belly button, sometimes even teasing its outer rim with a claw while he did so, all to stop the panda from orgasming.
“Please! Let me cum!” he blurted out in a half-moan, half-laugh.
“Ahm twyin!” Tagus said with a mouthful of panda cock. He reinvigorated his efforts, working his neck muscles to exhaustion to try and coerce an orgasm out of poor Russie. The pressure rose and rose, it’s intensity finally overpowering the ruthless belly button tickles. He was almost there… Almost… There…
The timer went off and the stimulation ceased.
“Ah! Come on!” he grumbled, frustrated. “What game is this? Why can’t I cum?”
Tagus shrugged. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”
“Actually, you did,” remarked Viktor.
“Look, I’m like… really* *fucking horny right now. Can’t you guys let me cum once and then you can tickle me after? You know how sensitive I’ll get after that!”
“Aww, how cute. He’s trying to bargain!” giggled Tagus. “Should we explain the rules?”
“I guess he’s earned it.”
They paused the session briefly to explain the rules of the game: For each round, one of them would try to give Russie an orgasm while the other was assigned a spot on his body and would tickle it as much as possible in order to prevent said orgasm. After each round, the players’ roles swapped. That much Russie had already figured out - it was a constant fight between pleasure and tickles that was nothing short of devastating for him. (Though he couldn’t deny it was also incredibly fun.) The winner would be the first to get Russie to cum, and the loser would then be punished.
The part he didn’t know was how they selected the spot to be tickled and the length of time it was tickled for. In reality, they chose at random, drawing papers out of hats they’d previously prepared for this. There were two of them, one contained the names of ticklish body parts and the other contained lengths of time.
“So, what do you think? Viktor and I came up with it the other day at work.”
“Been itching to try it out all week.”
“Impressive!” praised the panda. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you came up with such an elaborate game. You are professional ticklers, after all.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear friend,” said Viktor.
“Ah, balls.”
“We might tickle yours.”
“Eek!” He couldn’t help but wonder if there really was a piece of paper with “balls” written on it on one of those hats.
They got a good laugh when the next paper pulled from the hat did indeed say “balls”, and then Russie got a good laugh when Tagus swished soft, makeup brushes around his scrotum while Viktor jerked him off. The round only lasted ten seconds.
The next round was much longer. Ten minutes of uninterrupted foot tickling. Before starting, Viktor doused the panda’s feet in sensitivity-heightening massage oil. On an average day, Russie’s big panda feet were deathly ticklish. After nearly an hour of full-body tickling and edging, every single one of his nerves was on high alert, starved for any droplet of stimulation that might push his needy cock over the edge. In that heightened state of sensitivity, a simple feather gliding over those oiled soles would be enough to make him hysterical.
Viktor put on a pair of pet grooming gloves.
Tagus did, his best. He really did. Using his expertly trained maw to deliver the best blowjob he possibly could. Any man would’ve climaxed in seconds.
But it didn’t matter.
Not a single spark of pleasure made it from Russie’s stimulated privates to his brain.
All he felt was tickles.
Intense, maddening, electrifying tickles on the soles of his feet. The rubbery fibers of the grooming gloves were nothing short. From his wide arches to the crevices under his toes, no place was safe, no place left untickled. His legs pulled madly, toes curling and splaying in quick succession. Despite Russie’s conscious desire to clench them shut, it was like the tickling injected each digit with a life of its own.
The only thing that occasionally interrupted his screaming laughter was a bout or two of meager, incoherent begging. Some broken variation of “I can’t take it!” or “Please, not my feet!” Viktor merely teased him.
“Coochie coo, Russie! I’m gonna scrub these big feet for a looong time!”
Even Tagus had given up on trying to make him cum to join Viktor in teasing the bear.
“If the oil works this well on your feet, imagine when we put it on your belly! You’re gonna go crazy!”
He wanted to say something. Being unable to respond to the pair’s jabs only made them cut deeper into his already very frail mental state. He was a mess, sobbing with laughter and helplessly horny. He needed a break. Desperately. Luckily for him, the safeword was a mere two syllables. He gathered what little breath he could and blurted out: “Tuna!”
Finally, the tickling stopped.
Three realizations dawned upon the panda. One, his feet tingled like hell, almost to the point where he wanted to ask them to scratch them. A side-effect of the oil, maybe? Two, his wrists and ankles hurt from pulling on the restraints. Only then did he understood how hard he’d been struggling. And three, his cock was leaking like a faucet. As unbearably torturous as the foot tickling had been, it had also left him increadibly horny.
He wanted- No, he needed to cum.
Why were they oiling the rest of him?
“G-Guys? Can we please take a break? I’m not sure I can take much more.”
“This is a break, Russie,” Tagus said deviously. “Break from the game, that is.”
Oh.
“Ah. I guess we forgot to tell him.”
Oh, no.
“There’s another rule. Using the safe word comes with a little penalty. Full-body tickling. No pleasure, just laughs.”
Oh, fuck no!
“Guys, please! Y-You know I won’t be able to take this!” There was real fear in his voice. “Don’t do this, please! I-I’ll be your tickle slave for a week!” Tagus spread the oil over his belly. “Two weeks! And I’ll fill out your reports at work!” Viktor applied a second coat of oil to his feet and got to work tying his toes back to the ankle cuffs. “Please! PLEASE!”
The panda’s heart was thumping, like a condemned men being walked to the gallows, except the gallows was a hundred-piece large collection of tickle tools. Everywhere from his neck to the tips of his toes was lathered in that dreadful oil. He closed his eyes behind the blindfold as if that would somehow ease his nerves.
“You know, there is something you could do for us.”
“Anything!” he pleaded.
“Laugh, Russie.”
He didn’t have time to brace for impact, and even if it did, there was no way he could prepare himself from the sheer onslaught of tickling he faced next.
The grooming gloves were back, exploring every inch of his torso, not leaving a single spot unexplored. From wide, sweeping motions across his belly to fingers drilling into armpits and belly button, everywhere was tickled. Viktor straddled his legs and unleashed ticklish hell on his torso.
Tagus, meanwhile, had two, ticklish, double-oiled panda feet to play with, and a ridiculously expansive collections of tools to use on them. He was in his element, cycling through every tool available to him. Some were used for seconds before being rotated out, others stayed for much longer. After he went through the classic feather-brush-pinwheel trifecta, he broke out the more unconventional tools. Motorized toe-brushes, electric nerve stimulators, tactile lasers, tendril-filled socks… load and loads of tools the pair may or may not have “borrowed” from work (in the loosest sense of that word). After he got bored of those, he switched to his personal favorite tool. His tongue.
After the ravaging that the panda’s feet had gone through from the military-grade arsenal of torture instruments, one would think that the tongue was a relief.
It was not.
Russie’s feet were tender beyond belief, and that raspy tongue absolutely devastated them as it lapped over his arches and along his toes.
He didn’t bother begging, choosing to bear the torture and focus on keeping conscious and sane instead. How he managed that, not even he knows for sure, but it did end eventually. He was a mess of a panda - sweating, panting, and leaking like a broken faucet.
“Not bad, Russie! We half-expected you to pass out.”
He came close to that…
“Ready to get on with the game?”
No. No he was not.
Not that that would stop them.
If anything, he welcomed having only a single spot tickled at once, as well as the pleasure of one of the pair trying to make him cum - something he was really, really close to!
A few more rounds went by. Brushes on his belly. Blowjob. Tongue on his armpits. Handjob. Pinwheels on his feet. Glans polishing. He welcomed it. All of it. The good and the bad. All he wanted was to cum.
He accidentally used the safe word twice more, now fully aware of the penalty the it carried. The first time, he said it when Viktor slipped bullet vibrators covered in nylon tendrils between his toes while he used a miniature buffer-brush on his soles. The second, he said while mad with lust, hoping that the ensuing torture might somehow be enough to push him over the edge.
Finally, after an excruciating twenty-seven rounds and three uses of the safeword, the game ended with Tagus as the winner. The dragon managed make Russie cum while Viktor ravaged his feet with hairbrushes.
He blacked out for a second after erupting into the dragon’s mouth. Tunnel vision. Head buzzing. He was well and truly spent.
“Russie? You alright, mate?”
The cuffs were undone. He wanted to stretch but had no strength left in his muscles.
“Fuck, did we overdo it?”
“I’m… F-Fine.”
“Oh, thank fuck. He’s alive.”
He lied limp on the bed, covered in sweat. His skin had taken on a faint red hue that was somehow visible through his fur and more intense around the armpits, sides, belly button and feet. Everywhere tingled. Phantom sensations of claws and brushes lingered, making him flinch every time he wasn’t sure if they were real or not.
It felt amazing.
With the end of the torture came a sublime feeling of relaxation. Like taking a shower after a good run. His muscles hurt, but thanked him for the workout. No doubt the explosive orgasm he’d just had contributed to this feeling of relaxation.
“T-that was so much fun!” he declared, to the pair’s relief. “You guys were ruthless!”
“We tend to be with cute boys like you. Just can’t help it!” Viktor said, patting the panda’s flustered cheek affectionately. “And you took it like a champ! We really thought you were about to pass out once or twice. Of course, then we would’ve stopped.”
“Or would we?” joked Tagus.
“You guys are the best,” Russie shut his eyes, basking in the pair’s affection. He almost fell asleep but then remembered they weren’t quite done yet. “So, Tagus made me cum. That means he won, right?”
“Sure did!” boasted the dragon with a proud smirk.
“So that means…”
“I know, I know,” said Viktor. “Time for my punishment. But I’m sure you want to rest up a bit before we get to that, don’t you?”
“Nope.” Russie sprang up from the bed and grabbed a hairbrush. “I’m ready to go.”
As the loser of the game, Viktor was stripped naked and took Russie’s place in the bed and prepared for his punishment. It had been a while since the large polar bear had been on the receiving end of a tickle session and it showed. He was nervous with good reason. He knew both of his ticklers would be ruthless. One of them had just endured an intense session at his hands so it was safe to assume the desire for revenge was at the forefront of his mind. The other was Tagus.
“Should we oil him up like we did to you?” the dragon asked.
“Do you have to ask?” Russie replied, grabbing the bottle.
They rubbed him down with the oil and finished off with a blindfold.
They looked at the bound bear with satisfaction, observing his tiny nervous spasms, letting him stew in anticipation for a minute before starting his punishment. Every man in that room was hard as a rock. “Shall we start?”
“On your mark.”
“Then… now!”
He went straight for Viktor’s broad feet with a pair of hairbrushes - the very same ones the bear had used on him just a few minutes before. A move he knew from experience to be maddening. Viktor broke into laughter the moment the plastic bristles made contact with his soles.
“Bwahahaha!”
Tagus went for the torso - normally he preferred to tickle feet but he was willing to let Russie indulge. It was only fair after what he’d endured. The dragon straddled the bear’s legs where he could reach his armpits while licking and nibbling his belly.
Viktor went ballistic, spasming epileptically on the bed as he felt the pent-up fury of the panda. For Russie, this was revenge. For Tagus, it was just another Friday night with his boyfriend.
Up until that point, Russie had been brushing the bear’s feet more or less randomly, not paying any special attention to any spot in particular. That was until he realized Viktor’s reactions were stagnating. No longer was the polar bear’s laughter rising in volume. It had peaked. He wanted to make Viktor scream. To do that, he held two of the brushes side by side in one hand and used the other to pry the bear’s toes back. Then, he unleashed the combined surface area of the brushes on that foot, spanning all the way from the nooks under his toes to about three quarters of his large sole pad.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuhuhuhuck! Plehease!”
Begging. Music to Russie’s ears.
“And why should I?” he jeered. “You didn’t stop when I asked you to.”
“Oh-ho, he’s pissed! Guess you should’ve gone easier on him, Vik,” teased Tagus.
“You went juhust as hahard on hihim!”
“What was that? Sorry, can’t hear you over your laughter.” Discreetly, Tagus slipped on the grooming gloves and began scrubbing Vik’s belly to explosive results, leaving a trail of disheveled fur as he went.
At some point, Tagus realized Viktor’s cock was poking his leg. This gave him an idea. With the gloves still on, he grabbed the pulsating shaft with one hand and began pumping while the other polished the glans with the palm.
“AAAAAHH!!” the polar bear screamed, bucking and twisting on the bed, completely unable to cope with the overstimulation.
“Woo! Coochie coochie coo, Vik! This is what you get for losing the game! Don’t cum, now, or we both know just how sensitive you’ll get-”
As if on cue, the bear erupted onto the gloves.
“…well, now you’re just asking for it.”
He wasn’t, but he got it anyway. Unbearable, post-orgasm tickle torture. His cock burned between the dragon’s gloved hands and his feet were alight with ticklish brutality. He arched his back and fell into silent laughter. Obliterated.
When the dragon and the panda finally took pity on him, he looked about ready to explode. Red in the face, in the ears, in his chest.
Russie let out a happy sigh. “There. I feel a lot better, now.”
“Shit, you’re just as ruthless as us,” remarked Tagus.
The panda looked at the exhausted polar bear on the bed and gave his tortured sole a playful swipe.
“Gahaha! P-Please, no more!”
Russie laughed. “I guess I can be pretty mean too, sometimes. Depends on how badly I got tickled before.”
“We’ll have to test that theory someday.”
He turned to face the dragon. “Oh? Is that a threat?”
“What if it is?”
“Well… the way I see it you’re the only one who hasn’t been tickled tonight. That doesn’t seem quite right to me. What do you think, Vik?”
The polar bear laughed. “Let me catch my breath for a minute and then we’ll show Tagus here what happened to naughty dragon boys in my house.”
“Wait!” Tagus protested, taking a step back. “B-but I won the game!”
Russie shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t make the rules.”