“Give it up, Cooper…you can’t outlast me; you’re smart enough to know that” the older man pressured to help loosen Coop’s lips. “You’re wasting your time. I didn’t do anything” the 45 yr. old casually assured with a confident composure as he stood there in the large basement strung up and totally helpless. “You must think I’m an idiot. We know your house was the last one he visited that day” Ray explained as he walked around the secret killer after close to 20 minutes, looking over his tan, toned body for his next target.

The seasoned killer and family man sat on his knees on a V-shaped platform with his legs bent behind him at an almost 90 degree angle and strapped down from his calves to his ankles and his wrists hung from a hook attached to the top of the ceiling, showing off his long torso and slight muscle definition with only a pair of gray boxer briefs on. Cooper was never a fan of this game but it was one he and Ray played every so often. Cooper years ago, had been something of an apprentice to him, teaching him how not to get caught and be efficient, and had also taught the charming brunette how to not crack under questioning if he indeed ever was caught. Nights like this were a conditioning of sorts to make sure Cooper was still good at keeping secrets. This particular session was playing out the ‘what if’ scenario of if he got arrested for the hypothetical crime of offing his trash man after he discovered something he wasn’t supposed to about Cooper. 

“All I want to know is what happened to Adam, the trash guy. I know you had something to do with it” the seasoned professional pressed before he stopped walking and stood directly behind Cooper. “I can’t say I know the names of my trash men; you’ll have to be more specific” a confident Cooper tried to undermine but barely finished before several fingertips landed at the balls of both of his feet and proceeded to drag up his tender soles. “OooAH!” escaped out of him with sudden shock, unable to contain his reaction to the cruel nails. 

“Just as smooth as I remember…” Ray added with a grin Cooper couldn’t see as he writhed and jerked back and forth, fighting to hold it in until he was red as a cherry. “AhAGhgSSHIIT! FuHuUuCkKOoOFF!!” Cooper burst with reluctant laughter, proving that he may just have gotten more ticklish since the last time. The raking had been enough to get Cooper grunting and biting his lip but the sudden scratching up and down his naked size 11s pushed him over the edge, his typically stoic face plastered with a look of newfound distress. 

“We have your prints on the weapon, Cooper! You may play cookie cutter husband and father but we know you’re a killer!” “AOAhOhFFuUUcCCkKyYoOoUOUAhAA pPPiIIiGG!” Cooper fired back with a goofy smile he couldn’t control as his long toes crunched to endure the unwanted attention. Cooper hated to accept how susceptible he was to such a silly weakness. It’s what Ray had pinpointed years ago when this interrogation game started and it was proving more viable a tactic than ever. That part of the handsome suburbanite, the part of him that was sensitive enough to get riled up by a few fingers on his feet, as much as it sucked in the moment, reminded Cooper he still had a normal guy side to him, a domestic dad who mowed the lawn and grilled on 4th of July. Living a double life as that Cooper and Cooper the cold, calculated killer hadn’t made him any less ticklish.

“Just because I didn’t break you last time doesn’t mean I didn’t find some good spots...” Ray enlightened, an unsettling warning that Cooper hoped wasn’t totally true. “Like here!” Ray announced after a few moments of suspense as he wrapped his hands around Cooper’s upper sides and sunk into his armpits. “AAHAASShHHIIIT! AhoAhoHAAoFFFuUuCCKkKOOoFFF!!” Cooper erupted with an almost growling laughter like he was fighting letting it out. Ray’s strong grip made every wiggle into the wide-open pits way worse than the average tickle attack, easily forcing Cooper into higher-pitched outbursts as he shook in the air. “I told you I remembered” Ray taunted as he continued proving his point, sinking in deeper to really knead into the base of both savory pits. 

“IiiIDOOhoOnNTTKkNOoOWW AAnNYyYTThHIInNNgG!!” Cooper tried to convince with a frustrated smile, ready to break out of the bondage and nail Ray in the face. “Bullshit! I know you think you’re slick but we know it was you” Ray continued in his role without leaving the hairy pits for a moment. Cooper pulled on his arms with everything he had but as strong as he was, the setup was too tough to break, leaving his frustratingly ticklish armpits completely free for Ray to exploit and he did just that.

“MmOooThhEERRAohAFFuUCUcKKkeRRR!! GgEETtoOOFFmMMEE!!” Cooper demanded as his back bowed out as much as it could and he floundered in place to avoid the ruthless hands but nothing worked. It was clear that any armpit attention was killer but Ray soon isolated the very center of his underarms as the real trigger, suddenly shifting to a more targeted assault right in the middle the manly hollows. “AAANnoONNOO!! AOhAOHAohaACCCoOOmMmEEOOoNNN!!” Cooper crumbled a bit for the first time as his head flew back and his laughter spiraled further out of control. “Think about your family…your friends…if you confess, you could get a lighter sentence” Ray tried to coerce while drilling into the meat of Cooper’s handsome pits. “IIiiTToOOLLLDD YYOOUuuIIIDDiIiDDnNnTT KkNnoOohOWW AANNYyTThHIiNnGAHAHA AASShHoOOLLLE!!” Cooper fired back between his heavy laughter, now cranked up several notches higher than the cool and collected Cooper he usually was.

Ray knew Cooper was tough and clever, two reasons he’d been as successful as he had been but pushing him to his limits, to the point where he’d rather admit to a crime than suffer anymore tickling was the goal of the interrogation game and Ray knew how to play it. One of the sinister hands in his pits left and immediately dropped down to squeeze into the back of his thigh just below his ass. “WWooAOahAOhAONoONNoAohaAohAAAFFuUCCK!” Cooper bucked with another jump in his reaction as the hand squeezed in like a claw, chomping into the meatiest part of his leg to find another sweet spot Coop wasn’t even aware of. He tried to close his legs but the V platform kept him perfectly exposed as Ray’s skilled touch drove Cooper right up the wall. “Your ass isn’t ticklish is it?” Ray soon asked to fuck with his head a little before finding out for himself by leaving the other armpit and letting his fingers dance across the right cheek, getting a surprising shriek of shock from the charismatic killer.  

“AAahAAWWHhAATTHHEEFFuUuCCKKK!?! AHoAoASSTToOoOpPP!!” “Tell me what I wanna know!” Ray encouraged and continued teasing the firm butt with his hand that wasn’t squeezing the hell out of his thigh. Cooper wasn’t easily gotten the better of but he couldn’t hide how effective the tickling was, realizing that Ray seemed to have gotten meaner over the years. A momentary break soon gave the dad next door a second to relax before an electric whirring sound got Cooper’s attention and he looked around to locate it but got his answer when a buzzing sensation landed on his ass, followed by another identical one on his opposite cheek. “WWoOOhAOHA!! OOohMMYyGGOooDDAOHAO!! SSoOONNooOOoFFAABbiIiTTCCchHH!” “You’re gonna talk, Cooper…it’s only a matter of time” Ray assured as the two electric toothbrushes went in every direction across his ass without the underwear doing much of anything to help as hundreds of tiny bristles vibrated and scrubbed from the dimples of his lower back to the tops of his thighs. 

Coop jerked and bounced around in place to avoid the buzzing brushes but Ray wasn’t about to let a little fight make him lose track, forcing Cooper into wilder uproars every few seconds as Ray continued trying to wear him down. “Tell me about the murder! Why did you kill him?” Ray insisted with a more aggressive voice but Cooper just shook his head back and forth through the steady laughter. “EEeAAAtTTSShhiIihiHIiTT!” “I’ll admit part of me likes it when guys like you make me work for it. It helps me up my game, get creative” Ray explained after several minutes of wielding the toothbrushes. “I didn’t realize you had a thing for ass play” Cooper arrogantly teased as he caught his breath. “Go ahead, be a smart-ass…see how well that goes for you” Ray challenged with a firm spank across the right cheek. “AaGh FUCK!” Coop let out with a pissed off look on his face as he tried to see what Ray was up to.

The roleplay scenario was never Cooper’s favorite but it particularly irked him tonight for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that he was still so ticklish or the fact that being almost 50 made the interrogation game seem less necessary to suffer through. He’d never actually broken from the tickling any time they’d done this so Cooper had no reason to think he’d crack tonight but Ray didn’t give up easy either, prompting him to give it everything he had to make Cooper confess to whatever fake crime he wanted him to. He wanted his pupil to be past his breaking point and still not give himself up.

“You ever take your dog to the groomer, Cooper?” Ray asked from behind him. “That your day time gig when you’re not tickling guys?” Cooper tried to undermine again. “Well, lucky for me you don’t have to actually be a dog groomer to get one of these” Ray added after slipping the textured glove on and grabbing Cooper’s left foot to start scrubbing. “AAhoOHAOAOHAFFUUuUCKK! AohAOHANnoAOAOHA!! GGoOoDDAAMMMiIiTT!! AAGGhOAHAAH!!” came firing out of Cooper like a geyser with a rare look of panic on his face as Ray ran the glove up and down the peach sole. The surprise in Coop’s voice told Ray he had no idea what was on his foot tickling like a serious bitch, the flavor of uncertainty and distress in Cooper’s gushing laughter motivating Ray to keep it up.

“Tell me about the trash guy! Tell me what you did!” Ray pressed again to force a confession of guilt before firing up one of the electric toothbrushes and focusing it along where the elastic of his underwear met his pubes, shocking the clean-cut killer. “OAOohAohohAFFuuUUCCkKIInNgGAohAOAH SSTThOHOPP!! IIMmMnNOoOTTAOhAOHATTEELLLIInNNGG YyYOOoOUuAANNYyTTHHiInNGG!!” Cooper refused but his walls sounded shakier than they had the whole time, barely able to deliver his answer with his usual confidence. Ray stood to his side and watched him struggle to hold on as the grooming glove wrecked his wrinkling foot with every back and forth of the plastic teeth and the electric toothbrush buzzed across where his briefs hung across his waist and along his stomach too, the combination of both tools cranking Cooper’s laughter to a thunderous frenzy. Cooper had never sounded quite so close to throwing in the towel.

“You better talk, son…or you’re in for a long night. I promise you I have more tricks up my sleeve than you have hairs on your head” Ray threatened. “DDoOoWWhhAATTEEVVeERRR YYOOuUWWAAnNnT!!” Cooper fired back as if his raging laughter wasn’t draining his energy and he didn’t want anything more than that fucking glove to back off. Coop may have been a tough guy and a skilled serial killer but the invitation for Ray’s most sadistic treatment quickly proved more than he bargained for when the tickling suddenly stopped and the lights were turned off.

“I didn’t peg you as a Silence of the Lambs fan, Ray” Cooper teased with a light laugh, unphased by the darkness until something pinched his nipples. “AgHShit!” Coop let out with a hissing discomfort before the pressure on his nipples started vibrating. “HhheEEY! WwhhAAT iiSss TThhhAAHT??” Coop tried to asses as the nipple clamps quickly became more ticklish, buzzing the most sensitive parts of his chest on full power until he couldn’t help but start laughing again and grunting through the new stimulation. Only seconds later something filled his mouth, fitting against his teeth and forcing his mouth open wider as giggles spilled out. “AhGhHAha!” Coop tried to argue but couldn’t make any actual words.  

With his mouth propped open, something started teasing the roof of his mouth, immediately making him want to clamp his lips closed but the device totally prevented that as the cotton swab grazed back and forth to stir up a royally pissed off eruption of laughter from Cooper. “AAhhGGhhAAHhAHHA!!” That was followed up with a wet finger swirling around in his bellybutton, spiking his laughter even higher until his whole body was shaking and he was trying to move his head out of the way of the Q-tip but his arms were too close together on either side for an escape.

Cooper’s eyes grew watery from the unending laughter and the discomfort of fighting the device in his mouth while the nipple clamps overwhelmed his chest with uninterrupted tickling. Ray tormented him behind night vision goggles, adding a layer of humor to Coop’s Silence of the Lambs joke, the last bit of attitude he was allowed to speak. The cloak of darkness let Ray move in secret if he was quiet enough, surprising Cooper with the glove on his foot again without ever having to stop tickling the roof of his mouth. “AAhAHAGGAhOAHAHAA!!!” Cooper nearly squealed with angered, strained laughter. This was a new level of intensity of Ray’s conditioning. Ray alternated between scrubbing Cooper’s supple soles, teasing the roof of his mouth, squeezing his knees, counting his ribs, feathering his back and behind his knees, squeezing his hips, and using electric flossers between his toes over the course of the next hour. Cooper never saw the next attack coming but Ray watched him flounder and jerk and laugh at it all until tears were on his cheeks and small stains on the crotch of his briefs from trying to not pee kept getting larger.

The only thing Ray said during any of the blackout was when he whispered near his ear, all while chomping into his hip and flicking the feather up one leg of his underwear as Cooper whimpered and struggled to keep up with his forced laughter, “Remember this if you ever find yourself in a pair of handcuffs…or if you’re sitting in an interrogation room in a police station somewhere…remember how much you fucking hate me right now. Remember the fingers scribbling on your feet, the gentle cotton dragging across the roof of your mouth, and the clamps buzzing your nipples to rock-hard sensitivity. Remember it all if you ever feel like telling on yourself…whatever they can do to you out there, it won’t be as bad as this right now and you didn’t surrender here so you won’t surrender out there…”