"... Leave you here." I heard the doctor slowly preparing to leave, taking off his gloves and scrubs. Behind me, he kept talking, "Maybe a little alone time will help you come to your senses."
I heard the door open behind me, the door to the outside world, the door to freedom. I struggled in my binds but nothing allowed. "Oh, just one more thing, completely slipped my mind!" The doctor walked a few paces, pressing a button on his remote. I heard the whirling of mechanical arms. An arm holding a feather, right under where my cock and balls were, came from the table. "Enjoy."
The lights were turned off. I was in complete darkness, and alone. Except for the arm with the feather. It soon began to gently stroke my cock and balls, teasingly, tickling, but not enough to make me burst out in tears as the maniac had done before. It made precum leak from my cock like water from an old faucet. At first, it was a relief. Almost gentle compared to the abuse I had gotten before. Then 30 minutes passed, my cock was aching for more stimulation. The feather no longer tickled or teased playfully, but edged me and distracted me from any other thoughts. I tried to writhe, trying to get the feather to bring me closer to some kind of climax. Hours of this torture went on, I was exhausted beyond my own experiences. I wanted to cry, to call out and beg for someone to unbind me so I could relieve this pressure, for someone to stroke my cock and just let me shoot my load.
My body was completely soaked in sweat when the door opened again. I screamed through my gag, begging the doctor for mercy. He chuckled, and stood in front of me. He first took off my blindfold, but left me gagged. I looked up at his face; an evil man with a sunken face, the strong headlight above deepened the recesses in his face, emphasising the shape of his skull.
"So, young boy, will you co-operate?" He caressed my cheek, holding my chin. The feather had kept going, I felt like I was at the brink of insanity. I had no idea what I would say to him. I couldn't let him keep doing this to me, I would really go insane with all the tickling. But I couldn't stand the edging of the feather. He reached behind, and unclasped my gag. I breathed heavily, staring at him thinking of an answer.
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