Taking hold of both ends of the long strand of grass, Mr. Tickle began to "saw" the grass teasingly just under the head of Nick's sensitized cock, driving him into bitter hysteria. Nick laughed and bucked but could not stray away from the ever so torturous flicks and rubs.
Mr. Tickle grinned gleefully at the sight before him and decided that there was more fun to be had. Sticking one hand into his pocket, he pulled out a long fluffy feather and held it behind his back. "Well my boy," He began. "I think this silly instrument has done its job." As he dropped the grass to the ground, Nick breathed a sigh of relief. "But this one has not!" He exclaimed and much to Nick's utter horror, drew the feather across the base of his cock. Nick threw back his head as he laughed harder and quivered all over from the light, wispy touches. He moaned and giggled despite of himself as Mr. Tickle dragged the feather up and down and then continued downward to the head, where he swirled the feather all around. At this, Nick cried out in ticklish agony and bucked his hips. He couldn't decide if he wanted to escape the pure torture or give in to the seductive pleasure.
Mr.Tickle smiled at his captive, knowing exactly what he was doing to the poor boy and what he wanted to do next, which was ..
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