Still heaving for breath, I barely noticed that they'd untied me. It wasn't until that they started prodding me that I realized through my giggling that I could move. Looking around, I saw six of the ten girls standing around me, looking at me with wolfish grins on their faces and tickling tools in their hands. "We're going to move you," said their leader. "Stand up and follow me. Don't try to run or we'll tickle you down. Disobey and Cindy's going to have fun with that feather drill."
To my left, the blond from before pointed the drill at me and grinned evilly before giving it a menacing whirr, the feathers moving rapidly. They knew I could overpower any of them easily, but not if these girls tickled the strength out of me again. Besides, I didn't plan on running - I was too excited and curious to run away. Although I did plan on stopping a few times, just to give Cindy an excuse to use that drill.
"Up," the brunette ordered, and up I got. Following her to the hall, I stopped in the doorway as if reluctant to leave my room. A whirring noise came from behind me, and the feather drill made contact with my butt, forcing a gale of laughter from my lungs and prompting me forward. All the girls giggled at the reaction, and soon the feathers were dancing across my rear again. Apparently they liked how I responded to the prodding, as it happened several times while they led me through the house whether I was slowing down or not.
When we reached our destination, I found myself in our garage beside our house. At first it looked incredibly empty because of the missing car, but then I saw a ladder in the middle of the space with one of the little girls sitting on the top of it. The other three girls were standing around waiting for us, and they immediately perked up when the brunette brought me into the room.
Cindy poked me with the feather drill again, and I giggled myself into the center of the garage next to the ladder. "Raise your arms," the brunette ordered, and I obeyed immediately. The girl on the ladder quickly tied one end of rope around my right wrist before looping it over one of the crossbeams of the garage and securing the other end to my left wrist. She did a very good job as even on my tiptoes I had little slack. Once she finished, the girl climbed down the ladder and ran inside the house.
"Open your legs," commanded their leader, and I complied. "More." I split my legs as far as I could, hanging from the rope as I did. Four girls brought over two one hundred pound weights that my dad put in the corner years ago and placed them by either of my feet. Two more girls came over with small lengths of rope and secured my ankles to the heavy metal masses. Now I was stretched to my limit, hanging from a crossbeam with my legs pulled apart by a couple of weights.
Just then the girl who left returned with a tripod and camera. My stomach dropped - if they posted this or showed it to anyone, it would go viral and I'd be mocked for eternity. But before I could open my mouth to plead, the brunette (whose name still eluded me) hushed me and put a feather to my lips. "Don't worry big boy, this is just for us," she reassured me. "We promise we won't share this with anyone - we're not that cruel."
A huge sigh of relief escaped my lungs. If that video had gotten out into town, I'd be the laughingstock of the entire high school forever. As it was, my heart still skipped nervously as they set the camera up in front of me. I heard a beep as it began recording, and all the girls rushed over to me. "Ready everybody?" the brunette asked. She was answered with a chorus of nods and evil chuckles. "Ticklish big boy, take one!" she announced to the camera, and they commenced.
The whirr of the drill emanated from behind me as Cindy pushed the feather tips into my left cheek, causing me to jolt as far forward as able. That wasn't very far, and soon I found just how truly restrained I was. Though I was able to move my hips forward and back, that was all the freedom I had and I could only shift minute amounts of a millimeter. It was a vulnerability that everybody was more than happy to take advantage of.
Feathers twirled around in my armpit, someone dusted my flank, one girl dug her fingers into my ribs, some others ran paintbrushes up and down my thighs, a little devil stuck an electric toothbrush in my navel and turned it on. They weren't much for finesse, but the incessant all-out tickling was more than sufficient. All of the sensations were turning me on, and before long I had a rock-hard erection right in the middle of the garage. This time however, in this more exposed position, it didn't go unnoticed.
"Hey Cindy," the brunette called out, "could you pass me that drill?" Before long the tool had switched hands and was aimed at my genitals. As the soft bristles spun across my cock and balls, I lost all the fight left in me and just hung there limply, accepting that this was what these girls wanted to do and I could do nothing to stop them. I became aware that the feather duster had traveled from my side to my behind, earning a few hip bucks in a pointless escape attempt and another few dozen laughs.
How long they kept me in that perpetual state of tickling I don't know. All that I do know is that I managed to stay conscious and enjoy every second. One by one the girls let up though, until the feather drill finally pulled away from me and let me rest.
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