The man handler bed, a creation of pure torment and delight, ensnared me in its grasp with a devilish touch. Its limbs danced across my skin like blades of grass, eliciting a maddening sensation that threatened to unravel my very being. The laughter that escaped my lips was a symphony of chaos, a melody of surrender to this twisted allure. I fought against the relentless onslaught of tickles, my body betraying me in a whirlwind of ecstasy and agony. In the darkest depths of this infernal...