Paul Jones
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As Scott was leaving the boys’ shower, wearing only his undershorts, he thought
that the gym was deserted.
But then he realized that he was not alone. Several girls were approaching him,
smiling menacingly.
They closed in on him, and forced him onto a padded table. Then they applied
restraints to his wrists and ankles. “Gotcha!” said one of them, evidently the leader.
She drew her nails across his stomach, making the lad squirm and laugh heartily.
“Well, it looks like Scott is ticklish!” she laughed.
“We hoped you were, Scott. But we had no idea you were this ticklish!”
she teased.
Her words electrified Scott with a thrill of excitement. His penis stirred.
They took positions around the table, surrounding him, surrounding his exposed,
helpless, ticklish body. Then they began tickling him all over at once.
Scott broke into convulsive, howling laughter. “Ooooooh,” one of them said.
“He is ticklish, isn’t he?”
The technique of tickling him all over at once was unimaginably effective. Scott
laughed and writhed hysterically.
Throughout his ordeal, the girls wore the most impish grins, revealing the wicked
pleasure that they were deriving from tickling him, and thereby humiliating him.
There was a touch of cruelty in their eyes.
He could tell that they enjoyed, not only his shrieks of laughter, but also his wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their sadistic tickling.
By now, Scott was quite aroused. The bulge in his shorts did not go unobserved.
Some of the girls fingered the bulge, “oohing” mockingly. Scott squirmed and blushed
in embarrassment, and one girl exclaimed, “Look at him blush! Isn’t he precious?”
But his shorts stayed in place.
Then they stopped to let him rest.
Presently, the tickle-torture resumed. They devilishly attacked his most sensitive
spots: his delightful armpits and breasts, his rollicking ribs and quivering stomach,
and his feet—particularly his adorable toes.
The devastating effect of the tickling was evident in Scott's hysterical writhing.
He was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of she-devils who took devilish
pleasure tickling him to pieces.
He howled in ticklish agony, as the sensations exploded in his brain, and the girls
regaled him with, “Kitchee-kitchee-koo!”
They finally reached the point where merely wiggling their fingers near his body made
him squirm and giggle—and beg.
“Please! Have mercy! I can't stand any more!” he cried. The girls jeered gleefully.
“Don’t you just love it when he begs for mercy?” the leader asked the others.
“And how!” they exclaimed.
Until now, Scott wouldn’t have believed that the human body could experience such
sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. Tears filled his eyes, and he
laughed louder and longer than ever before in his young life.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his howling laughter. “Kooch-kooch-kooch!”
the girls taunted.
When they paused briefly, he pleaded, “Oh, please stop! This is TORTURE!”
“It’s supposed to be torture, you silly jerk!” replied the leader. Scott squirmed,
and the girls chuckled with delight.
Then they stopped to let him rest again.
He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood above him, smiling
mischievously. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
“Wasn’t that fiendish, Scott?” the leader asked him merrily. The others laughed in
delight.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and humiliation.
They took sinful pleasure in seeing how they had reduced him to a groveling blob of silly
putty.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling was far more
maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him to new levels of hilarity.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, Scott climaxed in his shorts (copiously).
“Look!” the leader exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!”
The girls jeered in delight, but Scott was dreadfully humiliated. He was also
thoroughly exhausted from his ordeal.
But the girls were quite contented now. After releasing him, they left him to clean up
and go home.
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(Picture from Chad Pet)
that the gym was deserted.
But then he realized that he was not alone. Several girls were approaching him,
smiling menacingly.
They closed in on him, and forced him onto a padded table. Then they applied
restraints to his wrists and ankles. “Gotcha!” said one of them, evidently the leader.
She drew her nails across his stomach, making the lad squirm and laugh heartily.
“Well, it looks like Scott is ticklish!” she laughed.
“We hoped you were, Scott. But we had no idea you were this ticklish!”
she teased.
Her words electrified Scott with a thrill of excitement. His penis stirred.
They took positions around the table, surrounding him, surrounding his exposed,
helpless, ticklish body. Then they began tickling him all over at once.
Scott broke into convulsive, howling laughter. “Ooooooh,” one of them said.
“He is ticklish, isn’t he?”
The technique of tickling him all over at once was unimaginably effective. Scott
laughed and writhed hysterically.
Throughout his ordeal, the girls wore the most impish grins, revealing the wicked
pleasure that they were deriving from tickling him, and thereby humiliating him.
There was a touch of cruelty in their eyes.
He could tell that they enjoyed, not only his shrieks of laughter, but also his wriggling,
writhing, and squirming in response to their sadistic tickling.
And they teased him unmercifully. “Koochee-koochee-kooch! Frustrating,
isn’t it, Scott?” one girl chuckled. “Quite maddening, in fact.”
And more: “Ickle-tickle-tickle! Look at the worm squirm!” cried one girl. “And
listen to him howl!” exclaimed another. The other girls tittered in amusement.
And yet more: “Itchee-kitchee-kitchee! Isn’t it terribly embarrassing to be tickled
silly by girls, Scott? Especially when you’re as ticklish as a girl yourself?”
He found that remark particularly embarrassing.
isn’t it, Scott?” one girl chuckled. “Quite maddening, in fact.”
And more: “Ickle-tickle-tickle! Look at the worm squirm!” cried one girl. “And
listen to him howl!” exclaimed another. The other girls tittered in amusement.
And yet more: “Itchee-kitchee-kitchee! Isn’t it terribly embarrassing to be tickled
silly by girls, Scott? Especially when you’re as ticklish as a girl yourself?”
He found that remark particularly embarrassing.
By now, Scott was quite aroused. The bulge in his shorts did not go unobserved.
Some of the girls fingered the bulge, “oohing” mockingly. Scott squirmed and blushed
in embarrassment, and one girl exclaimed, “Look at him blush! Isn’t he precious?”
But his shorts stayed in place.
Then they stopped to let him rest.
Presently, the tickle-torture resumed. They devilishly attacked his most sensitive
spots: his delightful armpits and breasts, his rollicking ribs and quivering stomach,
and his feet—particularly his adorable toes.
The devastating effect of the tickling was evident in Scott's hysterical writhing.
He was suffering true tickle torture at the hands of she-devils who took devilish
pleasure tickling him to pieces.
He howled in ticklish agony, as the sensations exploded in his brain, and the girls
regaled him with, “Kitchee-kitchee-koo!”
They finally reached the point where merely wiggling their fingers near his body made
him squirm and giggle—and beg.
“Please! Have mercy! I can't stand any more!” he cried. The girls jeered gleefully.
“Don’t you just love it when he begs for mercy?” the leader asked the others.
“And how!” they exclaimed.
Until now, Scott wouldn’t have believed that the human body could experience such
sensations: an astonishing blend of ecstasy and agony. Tears filled his eyes, and he
laughed louder and longer than ever before in his young life.
He shook the room with the vibrations of his howling laughter. “Kooch-kooch-kooch!”
the girls taunted.
When they paused briefly, he pleaded, “Oh, please stop! This is TORTURE!”
“It’s supposed to be torture, you silly jerk!” replied the leader. Scott squirmed,
and the girls chuckled with delight.
Then they stopped to let him rest again.
He lay exhausted from his tickling ordeal, while they stood above him, smiling
mischievously. His eyes flitted pleadingly among them.
“Wasn’t that fiendish, Scott?” the leader asked him merrily. The others laughed in
delight.
They regarded him with wicked satisfaction, delighted by his exhaustion and humiliation.
They took sinful pleasure in seeing how they had reduced him to a groveling blob of silly
putty.
Then they began what was to be their final assault. This round of tickling was far more
maddening than anything that had gone before, and drove him to new levels of hilarity.
Finally, and most humiliatingly, Scott climaxed in his shorts (copiously).
“Look!” the leader exclaimed. “He’s come in his shorts!”
The girls jeered in delight, but Scott was dreadfully humiliated. He was also
thoroughly exhausted from his ordeal.
But the girls were quite contented now. After releasing him, they left him to clean up
and go home.
...................................
...............(Picture from Chad Pet)
