He was kept there overnight in ticklish agony.
It was a passive kind of torture. Not the kind to make you shriek and cackle, but the kind to make you whimper and flinch and shiver and cringe. Begging wasn't off the table, but nobody was there to hear it. Spreadeagled naked on the bed, the lazily circling ceiling fan above him adorned with dangling feathers that dropped just low enough to graze his skin. A cartwheel of the fluttery demons made their ticklish circuit around his upper back, the backs of his ankles, his calves. Another ring of feathers, tied more towards the middle of the fan, tormented his back, flicking up one side and back down the other, then across the backs of his thighs, and even the nerve centres of his inners. And due to the gentle air turbulence caused by another standing fan humming in the far corner, all of the feathers covered far more ground than one would imagine in all their buffetting; the backs of the arms, occasionally whispering in his lower armpit, even dancing on the achingly ticklish flesh of his upper buttocks.
Worst of all, however, was a fluffy feather tied across three blades to spin in place directly in the middle of his ass crack, drifting up the eye-wateringly sensitive flesh of the chasm, his taint, the backs of his testicles. The stubborn feather spun in place, hugging his most sensitive and private spots in its soft, ticklish embrace. The hole and ball tickling kept him in a constant aching limbo between limp and fully erect, and although it disgusted him to do so, he would hump at the mattress to give himself full stimulation, and even release, though orgasm was a short lived boon; when he came down from its highs the feather still spun at his nuts, his crack, and the rest seemed even more ticklish on his back and limbs.
The fans and the feathers were the only company for his whimpers and hisses and grunts and reluctant, ecstatic moans.
When morning came his captor returned, the fans still spinning as they had all night, still tickling their exhausted victim. And when he asked his questions again, the naked man was a lot more forthcoming with his answers.
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