Tickled Hard - All Male Tickling - Angel Bound and Tickled MP4

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Tickled Hard - All Male Tickling - Angel Bound and Tickled MP4

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The Heavenly Torture of Angel

Bound and Tickled by Franko

Angel's trembling body shudders as he feels the cold metal of the foot stocks encasing him. His eyes dart around the dimly lit room, searching for any sign of escape. But there is none. Instead, he watches with dread as Franko, a towering figure clad in black, approaches with a sinister grin. The tension is palpable as Franko kneels before Angel, his fingers twitching with anticipation.

"You're so damn ticklish," Franko chuckles, running his fingertips along Angel's bare feet. "And you hate it so much. Isn't that right, Angel?"

Angel's face contorts in fear, but he can't deny the truth of Franko's words. He's always hated being tickled, but now the stakes are higher than ever. Franko starts with feathers, tickling Angel's soles until he's writhing in laughter. As the tickling escalates, Angel's pleas for mercy become more desperate. But Franko is relentless.

"Your armpits are next," Franko says, his voice echoing in the small room. He pulls Angel's arms behind his back, straining against the restraints. "And then your sides. Oh, I can't wait to hear you scream."

With each new tickle spot, Angel's resistance weakens. He can feel his willpower draining away as Franko's fingers dance across his skin. The tickling is a blur of laughter and pain, each moment more intense than the last. By the time Franko moves on to the armpits, Angel is a quivering mess. His pleas for mercy turn into whimpers, and his body shakes uncontrollably.

"This is just the beginning," Franko taunts, pulling out feathers by the handful. "You thought you could handle it, didn't you? Well, look at you now."

The tickling only gets worse from here. Franko's hands seem to be everywhere at once, teasing and tormenting Angel's vulnerable spots. Angel tries to fight back, but it's no use. He's completely at Franko's mercy. As the session reaches its climax, Angel's screams echo off the walls. The tickling table buckles under the intensity of it all, but neither Angel nor Franko notice. They're both lost in the heavenly torture of tickling.

Finally, Angel can take no more. With a primal roar, he shatters the tickling table beneath him. As the dust settles, Franko stands back, admiring his handiwork. He's pushed Angel to his limits and beyond, leaving him a quivering mess. The experience has been intense, but for Franko, it's just another day at the office.

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