Bobby Gets Tickled By JD & Matt
JD and I have a plan for Bobby, and it involves pushing his limits and denying him the release he craves. We start by stripping him naked, leaving him vulnerable and at our mercy. The room is filled with the sounds of his moans—moans of pleasure and frustration as we tickle him with a feather, our fingers, and various other tools designed to drive him wild.
Our touch is gentle but relentless, focusing on his most sensitive areas. We tickle his armpits, his ribs, the back of his knees, and his inner thighs, each touch designed to elicit a reaction. Bobby’s body squirms and twists, his moans growing louder and more desperate as we bring him to the brink of orgasm—only to deny him the release he so desperately seeks.
The contrast between the gentle tickles and the intense pleasure they provoke is intoxicating. Bobby’s body is a map of sensitivity, and we explore every inch, our touches light as a feather but firm in our intent. His frustration is palpable, his moans a mix of pleasure and desperation as he begs for more, for release, for anything to satisfy the ache we’ve created.
But we have other plans. We deny him his orgasm, our tickles too gentle to push him over the edge but just intense enough to keep him on the brink of madness. His body is our playground, and we take our time, savoring every moan, every squirm, every desperate plea for release.
