TICKLED BY HUNKS: THE SOCKGAG - PART I
"No! No! NAAAAAGGHAHAHA!" I cried out as aggressive fingers tickled my stomach, pinched my nipples and dug into my sensitive inner thighs.
The stretchy, skin-tight spandex sleepsack I was trapped in provided absolutely NO protection against their attacks, and my lively screams and whimpers only served to further encourage the two burly, muscle-bound brutes.
The more I screamed and laughed, the more they tickled.
And the more they tickled, the more I screamed and laughed.
This was a vicious cycle, and one with no foreseeable way out.
I fought and struggled inside the frustratingly tight spandex cocoon, but all my efforts to break free proved to be entirely in vain.
I screamed, begged and cried for mercy, but my desperate pleas fell of deaf ears and my calls for help went virtually unnoticed.
Nick was absolutely relentless in his attacks and Zack was just as merciless with his.
I nearly went stark crazy when the brown-haired stud grabbed my trapped ankles and dug his fingers into my vulnerable spandex-clad soles.
The effect it had on me was devastating, and I ended up actually choking on my own screams as Nick used my trapped arms to his advantage and tickled my defenseless stomach and ribs.
After a good ten minutes of intense tickling, the two hunks finally stopped and gave me a break.
My chest was heaving, my forehead was coated with a thin layer of sweat and my state of mind was borderline delirious by that point.
The two beefy studs were even sweatier than I was however, and both of them decided to cool down by peeling off a few layers of clothing.
Nick removed his sweaty wife beater by pulling it above his head and tossing it to the far side of the bed we were on.
His incredibly broad shouldered, two-meter tall frame came into view, and I couldn't help but allow my eyes to enjoy the sight of his huge pecs and glistening abdominal muscles.
Zack too removed a layer of clothing.
But unlike his blond friend, it was the bottom part of his attire that he wanted to take off.
I watched in silent awe as the incredibly handsome 6'4 muscle-King stood up, removed his socks and sneakers, and pulled his heavy, grey sweatpants off, revealing an ENORMOUS set of thighs and the pair of very tight-fitting black boxer-briefs he was wearing underneath.
The tickling resumed, and before I knew it, I was back to screaming, laughing and begging for mercy once again.
"Come on, kiddo. Try to get out of my sleepsack." Zack teased, flashing me a pearly white grin while at the same time digging his strong fingers into my hyper-sensitive soles and spandex-clad toes.
As if things couldn't get any worse, the sight of my arousing captors, the sound of their combined laughter, and the nature of my precarious predicament was starting to have an unwanted effect on my manhood.
My thighs tingled in excitement as blood rushed into my groin, and before I knew it, I was sporting a full-on woody!
Dealing with a boner was one thing. But not being able to reach it or conceal it from these two muscle-brutes was another.
To my growing dismay, the spandex cocoon that kept my body trapped and mummified proved to be completely inadequate in the ways of decency, and I quickly found myself unable to do anything about the tent my cock insisted on pitching inside the annoyingly restrictive, skintight abode.
My inflated and very much erect shaft ended up sticking out like a sore thumb above my otherwise flat waistline.
And worst of all, with my hands and arms stuck inside the sleepsack's built-in, escape-proof sleeves, I couldn't do a THING to defend myself!
"Looks like SOMEONE's happy!" Zack cheered, causing Nick to grin and chose my engorged boner as his next target.
"Naaahh...Naaahh! NNAAAHHAHAHA!" I cried out, as four sets of fingers converged on my nether region, digging into my crotch and tickling my vulnerable cock and balls.
My manhood pulsed wildly at the sight of the muscular brutes and their enormous arms and pecs.
"Yeah, that's the spot." Nick growled, squeezing my spandex-clad erection with one hand and managing to bring his other hand down and dig his strong fingers into my crotch.
The attacks continued for a good minute or two, but when it stopped, I was out of breath and quite literally gasping for air.
I thought the ordeal was coming to an end, but when Zack grabbed his big duffle bag and fished out a set of Hitachi vibrating wands from outta there, I nearly lost it.
"Haha! Niiice." Nick cheering, causing me to whimper in fear and renew my attempts to escape the infuriating sleepsack.
I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I realized that the jocks were unable to use their vibrating wands on me.
The closest electrical plug was a little too far for the dreaded devices to reach me, but Nick was apparently quite intent on fixing that small technical problem.
"Alright, gimme a few minutes. I think I have a extension cord somewhere in the garage." he told his friend, getting up and quickly marching out of the bedroom to begin his search.
I immediately tried pleading with Zack, but the handsome brown-haired muscle-King just laughed and took position near my head before crouching down over me and digging his fingers into my defenseless sides.
"No! NO! STTTTAAAAHAHAHA! AAAAGGHH!! HAHAHA!" I cried out, quite literally bursting into tears as the super beefy, 240-pound stallion alternated between tickling my neck, nipples, ribs and stomach.
My screams got SO loud at one point, that Zack even decided to clamp his left hand over my face before resuming his merciless attacks.
"Shhh. No screaming, boi." he whispered, while at the same time using his right hand to drive me crazy and tickle me senseless.
The handgag lasted only a few seconds, but the handsome hunk had to warn me on three separate occasions to pipe it down and stop screaming for help.
I honestly wanted to obey him, but he wasn't making it very easy for me.
When his strong fingers suddenly dug into my crotch and started aggressively tickling the base of my sensitive erection, I simply lost it and screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Okay. Alright..." he suddenly spoke, immediately bringing his attack to a halt and slowly climbing off the bed.
I lifted the back of my head up off the mattress and turned my face to see where he was going.
At first I thought maybe he was gonna get me a glass of water or something.
But when I saw the incredibly buff, underwear-clad stallion walk over to where he'd placed his discarded socks and running shoes, I knew I was in trouble.
