Anonymous >> #214648
Posted on 2016-01-11 02:50:19 Score: 7 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Caroo’s mind began to wander as he was slowly locked into the machine, nervous of what was to happen. He had been led here by a mysterious figure, unable to escape due to the heavy sedative in his body. As soon as the cuffs locked around his hand paws beneath the box he was trapped in, as well as his arms, he knew that whatever was to come would not be pleasant. He tried to lift his head, but two clips on his sensitive kangaroo ears prevented him from doing so. A gag was slowly lowered into his mouth, strapping around the back of his head. He tried to talk, tried to beg to be let go, but the muzzle ensured nothing but sweet muffled moans and groans came out.

His situation above the box wasn’t too promising either. His balls had been forced through a ring, preventing his rising erection from going down. Three fuzzy rings slowly locked around his cock. One at his base, one at the middle, and one towards his tip. He gulped, his chest rising and falling with a rushed breath, trying to squirm out.

Then the machine came to life. It was surprisingly silent, the brushes whirring near his bare feet, all of his toes tied back. There was a spinning brush in between each toe, and a rotary brush at his heels. As it begun to spun, his eyes widened, trying to pull away, this proving to be very futile. He groaned and giggled, trying to curl his helpless toes, doing nothing to help. The rotary brushes slowly moved up and down his sole in an inconsistent pattern. It made it so he could never predict where or when it would travel next.

The next part of the machine to come to life was around his stomach and nipples. A feather began to curl and stroke the area around the nipple, stimulating by tickling the very tip of his nipple. He arched his back with very little slack, trying so desperately to escape. He was in absolute ticklish agony, yet nothing could prepare him for the torment that he was about to endure.

A couple of soft brushes came to life around his erect cock, starting at his balls. It was absolutely driving him crazy, sending him close to pleasure, but taking away some of it as well. Then the bottom cock ring began to spin and vibrate, stimulating any senses in that area. He howled through the gag, trying to scream for help, but nothing but a muffled sob escaping. And this torment had only just began.

The second and middle ring had just begun to vibrate, the pleasure sending him through a small climax, bringing him halfway to the top, but that feeling of pleasure quickly becoming torture. He began to drool, a bit of pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip. He felt his cum trickle down his stretched member, making his eyes roll back, this providing even more pleasure than the ring. But it was still not enough. He needed more. He was halfway into the climax and it was absolutely maddening that the machine would not let him go off the edge.

Then the third and final ring came to life, vibrating and spinning around below his head. This sent him literally right before the edge of going over his climax. But it was not enough. His eyes began to water and he began to gasp and moan, this torture beginning to flood his senses. The tickling was still felt, every stroke, and swirl, prod, and rake on his soles and armpits drove him crazy. His body was going absolutely crazy trying to figure out exactly what to feel. To make matters worse, the rings began to vibrate and spin at different and inconsistent intervals, his eyes rolling back.

This felt so good, but it was horrible. For five hours and 42 minutes, he had been sent through orgasm denial, and a methodical tickle torture. He was begging through the gag for a release, for this torture to be over. Sadly, the captor had different plans for their new pet. More brushes came to life around his head. One began to whir and vibrate right at the tip of his head, making his stomach turn with dread. He moaned into the gag, pleading for this madness to end.

Then two more brushes came to life around the sides of his tip, spinning and vibrating at different speeds, some even moving around the length of his head and the sensitive skin of his erect cock. He tried to turn his body, pull his feet away, and do anything to make him feel like he wasn't completely helpless. Sadly, there was no squirming, room, slack, or enough room to really move anything. He was immobile, and going onto 6 and a half hour of slow and methodical torture. His mind was blank, his eyes closing, accepting this fate. He was now a slave to this denial, a pet to his captor, and ready to cater to every whim. If it meant a release, he’d do anything...

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