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Billy had heard about the County Fair already from some of his co-workers and friends. He had heard all about how it was pretty lackluster this year. Fall was already beginning to rear it’s head as a couple of random auburn leaves fell around him. As he wandered by the various tents and rides, the smell of cotton candy and corndogs in his nostrils, he acknowledged how few people were actually present.
As he pondered whether or not the slim crowd had anything to do with it being the end of the summer, he recalled why he was really there: The Sidesplitter. Two of his co-workers, Alice and Jill, had told him about it. He had long suspected that Jill had a crush on him. Her playful nature towards him was enough of a clue. But when Alice backed up Jill’s claim of the ride being “The most fun in the park”, he started to take it a little more seriously.
Neither of the two familiar women would give him any details as to the ride itself or even where it was located at the fair. But Alice had told him that it was a good deal of fun and something that he desperately needed. Jill had even told him that she could see herself coming back to ride it a few more times. For either woman to give such praise to something as simple as an amusement park ride was real praise indeed.
Billy felt a slight breeze. It was brief but chilly… another sign of the impending autumn season. It was one of those days where the temp in the noon sun might have been 80, but in the cool air of the evening, his blue Batman tee shirt and khaki shorts left him little protection from the 60 degrees that he was currently out in.
Billy had never been the patient type. And after just a couple of minutes, he had given up trying to find the attraction in question and stopped at a vendor to buy a cup of Bud Light.
“Hey, I might just be a little blind today, but I’m looking for The Sidesplitter.” He said to the vendor, who was wearing a black and white striped mime outfit and a blue false nose.
“Oh, is that a fact?” The mime replied. “Interesting… we don’t get many men who come looking for that particular ride.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Billy didn’t mean to come off nearly as aggressive as he did.
“Nothing personal, friend. It’s just an observation.” The mime insisted as he lifted a section of the vending station so that he could walk out of it. “Here, I can show you the ride.” The mime led Billy towards what looked like a large funhouse. It reminded Billy of a ride he had gone on years ago in his youth. It was a horror ride where every room housed a different ghost or witch that would jump out and frighten the guest. He had a feeling that there wasn’t going to be anything scary about this ride, though.
He wondered how he could have missed it before. The structure was brightly colored, almost in a tie-dyed pattern. There was a cart on a track that seemed to enter the house at one end and exit in another. The L on the sign was a long feather.
“Is this a joke?” Billy scoffed.
“Not at all, sir. The young lady who designed this ride is here from open to close. She’s actually a kind of psychologist, I believe. Quite a looker if I say so myself. Got some humongous tits on her.” He covered his mouth. “Ope, pardon my language. Anyway, let’s get you all strapped in.”
“Strapped?”
“Only way you are going in there, I’m afraid. It’s park rules.” The mime told him. Billy thought about it for a moment. It was such an odd situation, but he had come this far. He nodded and got into the cart. There was a good deal of space in the cart in front of him. You could almost fit a whole other person in there with him. Billy wondered if anyone had ever snuck a friend into the ride in such a manner before. The mime actually climbed into the cart himself, surprising Billy. “Sorry, sir. It’s necessary.” He said as he pulled two cuffs out of the floor of the cart a couple of feet in front of Billy. These straps were meant for his ankles.
“Fuck are you doing, clown?” Billy was starting to not like this. He began to have second thoughts as the mime strapped both of his feet into the cuffs.
“As I said, sir… park rules.” The mime repeated, now pulling a 3 foot tall pole out of the back of Billy’s seat, just behind his neck. The mime then used the straps on either side of the pole to secure Billy’s wrists. Billy couldn’t move too much anymore. He assumed it was for his own safety. The mime moved over to a lever and pulled it, activating the cart and sending it through the slowly opening door. A cloud of blue smoke hit Billy as the cart entered the house.
The smoke eventually faded and the cart had stopped a few feet in front of two large saloon doors. Billy looked and saw three identical (and quite busty) clown mannequins. The one in the middle suddenly sprang to life! Calliope music started to play and the well endowed clown gave him a smile that was so friendly and happy, it was almost contagious.
“Oooo… hi there! Welcome to the Sidesplitter, little boy. I’m your hostess, Jenni The Clown!” She began to dance. Not well, though. She looked quite goofy as she tried to do so, and it made Billy laugh for a minute. She was wearing a bright hot pink and blue Victorian jester costume. Her face was painted with white greasepaint with a small red spot painted on the tip of her nose. On each of her cheeks, she had painted a small blue feather. Finally, her lips were painted ruby red and her eyelids were glittery light purple.
“What’s going on?” He asked.
“You’re about to go on a journey!” Jenni said as her dance came to an end. A wonderful journey of self discovery and laughter. And I’ll be there every step of the way… teaching you and making you laugh. Now, typically, I get female visitors on this ride, but don’t you fret, there is a whole other track for boys. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.” The way she said that last part was almost flirty. He looked up at the doors and saw that they were marked by gender, giving credence to the clown’s claims. She skipped happily out of the way and pulled a lever, starting up the ride. The door opened and Billy passed on through.
Once the cart stopped again, a light came on, illuminating the walls. There were multiple illustrations of men’s faces. Billy couldn’t help but notice that they all looked funny, as if trying not to laugh. Some even looked flushed from the effort of keeping a straight face. A thought crossed Billy’s mind: Why would somebody be trying not to laugh? Maybe if it was a kid in church or something, sure. But a grown man… in an amusement park? I mean, the word “amusement” is right there in the title. As he sat, dwelling on these thoughts, Jenni skipped into the room and dropped into the cart with him, hardly a foot away from his strapped body. She then got even closer, squeezing in next to him on his left side. The only reason she was even able to fit was that she had snaked her right arm around his back and towards his side. He was trying not to stare at her chest. Surely, she noticed. Tapping her throat and clearing it, she started to sing a playful melody.
“There’s nothing wrong with macho men.
But it’s good to giggle now and then.
Why would you fight it? Don’t be fickle.
Let me ask, does this tickle?”
Tickle? Billy’s ears practically wiggled when he heard the word. He didn’t have time to respond before Jenni’s gloved fingers slipped under and inside his tee shirt and began to aimlessly stroke his abdomen. He looked to her and saw the look on her painted face. He had seen it in women before. It was the look they gave when they knew they were about to get something they wanted. A spot next to his bellybutton sent a signal to his brain and his lips curled briefly. Jenni’s eyebrow cocked and she found that spot again, as well as the matching spot on the other side of the navel. The smile grew as he trembled. The touch was gentle and irresistible. In no time at all, he was giggling softly and trying to squirm away.
“Okay, h-hold on n-hehehehehe hahahahaha...” He chuckled. She nodded approvingly, acknowledging his ticklishness.
“We have achieved happy face.” Jenni noted happily. “Tickle spots like that can be dangerous if the right person finds them.” She warned. She bounced in her seat, giggling while her chest jiggled in her costume before getting up and out of the cart, pulling another lever to send the cart through the next door. Billy exhaled sharply and hoped that he could regain some of his dignity.
The cart stopped again and the light came on, illustrating the dozens of bare feet painted on the wall.
“Oh, here we go...” He shrugged, frustrated and worried about what this meant. It wasn’t subtle. Jenni came into view. He imagined that there was just some tunnel off to the side that she was using to get from one room to the next. The clown dropped into the cart again… this time sitting Indian Style in front of his feet. As she started untying his shoes (Far too easy a task since he couldn’t pull his feet away), she also started singing again.
“Out there, you are a powerful man.
Confident, smooth, with a master plan.
But here with me, you’re really no biggie.
How about a game of This Little Piggy?”
By the end of the song, she has peeled off his socks and taken hold of his left foot, grabbing him by the heel. He became fearful, remembering the game that his mom and aunt used to play with him before he was of schoolboy age.
“This little piggy went to the fair...” She wiggled his big toe. “This little piggy met Jenni...” The grip she used was firm but gentle. “This little piggy got a boner...” She winked at him, nodding towards his quite noticeable erection in his shorts. When had that happened, he wondered? “This little piggy got scared...” She moved to the last little toe. “Because this little piggy… is super TICKLISH!” She scuttled her fingertips rapidly up and down the bottom of his foot.
“HehehehehehHEhEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The giggles gave way to full on laughter as the clown vigorously tickled his foot.
“You can’t stop laughing, can you?” She asked mockingly as she tickle the foot. “That’s good, though. That’s a gift. To be able to laugh and laugh, even on the darkest days. All you need is someone who will find those dangerous tickle spots I mentioned.” She told him as she let go of the foot and tickled the bottoms of both feet at the same time. “It’s good to laugh. That’s what you’re learning now. In a minute, we will explore the other barriers that need to come down.” That promise chilled his blood as he cackled uncontrollably. It was maybe thirty more seconds that she spent on his feet, though it felt like much longer. The tickle torture ended with another flirtatious wink as Jenni climbed out of the cart and, once again, sent him on his way…
When the light came on in the next room, Billy became a little confused. The images of the bare feet in the previous room were obvious. But, in this next room, The images were of men’s heads. There were smiles on the faces, but that was it. What did it mean? Jenni entered the room in her usual childish way before entering the cart again.
“Do you remember when you were a child?
Obnoxious and bold, running fierce and wild?
But what about when you sat in the barber’s chair…
So afraid they would cut your hair.”
“What are you gonna do?” Billy didn’t understand. He watched her pull off her gloves to reveal sharp, pointed fingernails. She moved towards him like a serpent, sly and mischievous. She straddled him, resting on his engorged groin, and brought her fingernails lightly to the sides and back of his neck and ears.
“How many times did you giggle when clippers ran over this area, huh? Did you giggle back then? Maybe right in front of a parent who had brought you there for a haircut? Or perhaps it was something different altogether. Perhaps a girl in grade school, wanting to get your attention as she sat behind you in class and teased the back of your neck here… Does it tickle here on your neck and ears, Hmm?”
A snicker or two could be heard when she tickled his neck, but when those delicate fingers traced his ears, it was over.
“Hehehehehehehehe HahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh my… Have we found a secret spot?” She asked. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’d be surprised how many boys are ticklish here. It’s okay. You can laugh. I won’t tell anyone.” Her tone was friendly and almost affectionate as she tickled around and behind his ears with those pointy nails. “The next room is very important, you know. In there, you will learn what it is to be truly humbled by my silly fingers.” Billy felt a single nail scratch the length of his erection through his shorts and he shivered ticklishly. Jenni just smirked and hopped out of the cart, sending him into the next and final room of the ride.
The light came on and the descriptions on the wall were downright pornographic. Huge illustrations of erect cocks and huge, wrinkly scrotums adorned the environment. Billy felt another shiver. He had never been tickled in such a place. It wasn’t that he had never had any sexual conquests. He had been given blow jobs before and of course, he had made love on several occasions. But he had always been taught that foreplay was a man’s job. Therefore, he had rarely been touched down there with the exception of jerking motions.
When Jenni entered the room, she was hopelessly unable to keep the smile from her face. This was clearly her favorite part of the ride. When she landed in the cart, Billy saw the huge pair of scissors that she held in her hand. She had also put her soft gloves back on.
“Snip snip.” She said simply.
“I know what you’re thinking of doing. This is sexual assault. I will sue the shit out of you!” He threatened.
“Oh?” She asked quizzically.
“You bet your ass! See the security cameras?” He pointed out the cameras that were in place in the ceiling.
“Of course, I do, silly.” She shrugged. “But perhaps you misinterpret what they are there for. They are not for your safety. They are for mine. What happens in here tends to be… strenuous… for some. I can only imagine what would happen if someone was able to break free from there straps. I would need cavalry to come and assist. According to the sign outside of the ride, entering constitutes a Non-disclosure contract. You may never speak of what happens in here once you are out. Of course, next to nobody ever sees the sign because it’s situated on the side of the building. Hehehe.”
“How the Hell are you allowed to do this???”
“Simple really. The whole fair is a front, you see. Put together by myself and a handful of other therapists and scientists. Each ride and game is designed for a different purpose. And thanks to that sign, once you are in here with me, you don’t really have any say as to what I can do or not do to you. In other words, if I want to test your privates for tickle spots… it’s gonna happen. Now, as I was saying… snip snip…” She knelt down, sitting Indian Style again, though sitting much closer to him this time. The scissors started at the bottom of his shorts.
“Y-you’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“Hurt you? Of course not.” She sounded insulted. “Unless you count the possibility of your sides hurting, but hey, the ride has it’s name for a reason.” She joked as she continued to reduce Billy’s shorts and boxers to shreds. After the last and most important cut, Jenni pulled the remnants away to reveal everything below Billy’s tee shirt. “There we are.” His penis had become flaccid over the last couple of minutes but Jenni didn’t seem to care. As Billy had predicted, she broke into another verse of her song, as if their whole conversation had never taken place.
“What makes a boy a boy?
What fills him with uncontrollable joy?
One might guess with theories and rants…
But really, it’s what’s in his pants.”
She started to trail her fingers along his penis. It felt terrific, especially with those gloves, and he was already getting hard again. But it also tickled in certain spots near the sides. As he began to rise, Billy was hit with the natural and scientific realization that as he became more erect, he also became more exposed. He looked down to see her face. She was giving him a rather playful form of the Kubrick stare and her lips were curled into a Grinch-like grin. He could tell she was really getting off to this. She was watching him with an almost malevolent countenance. Her silly and carefree nature was almost completely absent. But despite all of this, he was getting as stiff as he had ever been. Her talented fingers were luring him into a trap and he knew it. But he could do nothing about it. Soon, it was pointing up to the ceiling and there was no protection.
There was a slight poke to the base and he twitched. A brief stroke of the side of his left testicle brought a fleeting smile. But Jenni knew a continuous sensation would wear him down faster. She placed her finger in the center of his perineum (making the skin quiver), then she raised the crooked digit upward, tracing around the base of the testicles (A rather high pitched giggle) before moving up the seam (squirming), circling the base of the penis, and then up the underside of that (an involuntary spasm), ending with a tap on the tip. She knew all she needed to.
“Koochie koo...” Was all she said before running a fingertip in a lazy, aimless journey along and around his balls while taking his erection in hand and casually jerking up and down with moderate pressure.
The masturbation felt immaculate, but he fought the giggles rising up from within. Not to be robbed of her desired results, Jenni waited until he was looking back down at her. When he did, she made a funny face, going cross-eyed and giggling like a chipmunk. Once he started giggling, he couldn’t stop.
A poke. A tickle. A caress. All designed to make him giggle and cum. And he soon did, all over his belly.
The orgasm had started gradually, but became overwhelming. Soon, Jenni exited the cart wordlessly. Billy was seeing stars and the cart was moving on out. It reached a dark room. Jenni was gone. The straps around his wrists and ankles were undone by a mime who had somersaulted into the room. It was around this time that Billy was coming around. He saw a rack of various clothing items hanging in place. He would be able to replace his shorts, but he would never forget this particular ride…
Or how he needed to get even with Alice and Jill...
Billy had heard about the County Fair already from some of his co-workers and friends. He had heard all about how it was pretty lackluster this year. Fall was already beginning to rear it’s head as a couple of random auburn leaves fell around him. As he wandered by the various tents and rides, the smell of cotton candy and corndogs in his nostrils, he acknowledged how few people were actually present.
As he pondered whether or not the slim crowd had anything to do with it being the end of the summer, he recalled why he was really there: The Sidesplitter. Two of his co-workers, Alice and Jill, had told him about it. He had long suspected that Jill had a crush on him. Her playful nature towards him was enough of a clue. But when Alice backed up Jill’s claim of the ride being “The most fun in the park”, he started to take it a little more seriously.
Neither of the two familiar women would give him any details as to the ride itself or even where it was located at the fair. But Alice had told him that it was a good deal of fun and something that he desperately needed. Jill had even told him that she could see herself coming back to ride it a few more times. For either woman to give such praise to something as simple as an amusement park ride was real praise indeed.
Billy felt a slight breeze. It was brief but chilly… another sign of the impending autumn season. It was one of those days where the temp in the noon sun might have been 80, but in the cool air of the evening, his blue Batman tee shirt and khaki shorts left him little protection from the 60 degrees that he was currently out in.
Billy had never been the patient type. And after just a couple of minutes, he had given up trying to find the attraction in question and stopped at a vendor to buy a cup of Bud Light.
“Hey, I might just be a little blind today, but I’m looking for The Sidesplitter.” He said to the vendor, who was wearing a black and white striped mime outfit and a blue false nose.
“Oh, is that a fact?” The mime replied. “Interesting… we don’t get many men who come looking for that particular ride.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Billy didn’t mean to come off nearly as aggressive as he did.
“Nothing personal, friend. It’s just an observation.” The mime insisted as he lifted a section of the vending station so that he could walk out of it. “Here, I can show you the ride.” The mime led Billy towards what looked like a large funhouse. It reminded Billy of a ride he had gone on years ago in his youth. It was a horror ride where every room housed a different ghost or witch that would jump out and frighten the guest. He had a feeling that there wasn’t going to be anything scary about this ride, though.
He wondered how he could have missed it before. The structure was brightly colored, almost in a tie-dyed pattern. There was a cart on a track that seemed to enter the house at one end and exit in another. The L on the sign was a long feather.
“Is this a joke?” Billy scoffed.
“Not at all, sir. The young lady who designed this ride is here from open to close. She’s actually a kind of psychologist, I believe. Quite a looker if I say so myself. Got some humongous tits on her.” He covered his mouth. “Ope, pardon my language. Anyway, let’s get you all strapped in.”
“Strapped?”
“Only way you are going in there, I’m afraid. It’s park rules.” The mime told him. Billy thought about it for a moment. It was such an odd situation, but he had come this far. He nodded and got into the cart. There was a good deal of space in the cart in front of him. You could almost fit a whole other person in there with him. Billy wondered if anyone had ever snuck a friend into the ride in such a manner before. The mime actually climbed into the cart himself, surprising Billy. “Sorry, sir. It’s necessary.” He said as he pulled two cuffs out of the floor of the cart a couple of feet in front of Billy. These straps were meant for his ankles.
“Fuck are you doing, clown?” Billy was starting to not like this. He began to have second thoughts as the mime strapped both of his feet into the cuffs.
“As I said, sir… park rules.” The mime repeated, now pulling a 3 foot tall pole out of the back of Billy’s seat, just behind his neck. The mime then used the straps on either side of the pole to secure Billy’s wrists. Billy couldn’t move too much anymore. He assumed it was for his own safety. The mime moved over to a lever and pulled it, activating the cart and sending it through the slowly opening door. A cloud of blue smoke hit Billy as the cart entered the house.
The smoke eventually faded and the cart had stopped a few feet in front of two large saloon doors. Billy looked and saw three identical (and quite busty) clown mannequins. The one in the middle suddenly sprang to life! Calliope music started to play and the well endowed clown gave him a smile that was so friendly and happy, it was almost contagious.
“Oooo… hi there! Welcome to the Sidesplitter, little boy. I’m your hostess, Jenni The Clown!” She began to dance. Not well, though. She looked quite goofy as she tried to do so, and it made Billy laugh for a minute. She was wearing a bright hot pink and blue Victorian jester costume. Her face was painted with white greasepaint with a small red spot painted on the tip of her nose. On each of her cheeks, she had painted a small blue feather. Finally, her lips were painted ruby red and her eyelids were glittery light purple.
“What’s going on?” He asked.
“You’re about to go on a journey!” Jenni said as her dance came to an end. A wonderful journey of self discovery and laughter. And I’ll be there every step of the way… teaching you and making you laugh. Now, typically, I get female visitors on this ride, but don’t you fret, there is a whole other track for boys. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.” The way she said that last part was almost flirty. He looked up at the doors and saw that they were marked by gender, giving credence to the clown’s claims. She skipped happily out of the way and pulled a lever, starting up the ride. The door opened and Billy passed on through.
Once the cart stopped again, a light came on, illuminating the walls. There were multiple illustrations of men’s faces. Billy couldn’t help but notice that they all looked funny, as if trying not to laugh. Some even looked flushed from the effort of keeping a straight face. A thought crossed Billy’s mind: Why would somebody be trying not to laugh? Maybe if it was a kid in church or something, sure. But a grown man… in an amusement park? I mean, the word “amusement” is right there in the title. As he sat, dwelling on these thoughts, Jenni skipped into the room and dropped into the cart with him, hardly a foot away from his strapped body. She then got even closer, squeezing in next to him on his left side. The only reason she was even able to fit was that she had snaked her right arm around his back and towards his side. He was trying not to stare at her chest. Surely, she noticed. Tapping her throat and clearing it, she started to sing a playful melody.
“There’s nothing wrong with macho men.
But it’s good to giggle now and then.
Why would you fight it? Don’t be fickle.
Let me ask, does this tickle?”
Tickle? Billy’s ears practically wiggled when he heard the word. He didn’t have time to respond before Jenni’s gloved fingers slipped under and inside his tee shirt and began to aimlessly stroke his abdomen. He looked to her and saw the look on her painted face. He had seen it in women before. It was the look they gave when they knew they were about to get something they wanted. A spot next to his bellybutton sent a signal to his brain and his lips curled briefly. Jenni’s eyebrow cocked and she found that spot again, as well as the matching spot on the other side of the navel. The smile grew as he trembled. The touch was gentle and irresistible. In no time at all, he was giggling softly and trying to squirm away.
“Okay, h-hold on n-hehehehehe hahahahaha...” He chuckled. She nodded approvingly, acknowledging his ticklishness.
“We have achieved happy face.” Jenni noted happily. “Tickle spots like that can be dangerous if the right person finds them.” She warned. She bounced in her seat, giggling while her chest jiggled in her costume before getting up and out of the cart, pulling another lever to send the cart through the next door. Billy exhaled sharply and hoped that he could regain some of his dignity.
The cart stopped again and the light came on, illustrating the dozens of bare feet painted on the wall.
“Oh, here we go...” He shrugged, frustrated and worried about what this meant. It wasn’t subtle. Jenni came into view. He imagined that there was just some tunnel off to the side that she was using to get from one room to the next. The clown dropped into the cart again… this time sitting Indian Style in front of his feet. As she started untying his shoes (Far too easy a task since he couldn’t pull his feet away), she also started singing again.
“Out there, you are a powerful man.
Confident, smooth, with a master plan.
But here with me, you’re really no biggie.
How about a game of This Little Piggy?”
By the end of the song, she has peeled off his socks and taken hold of his left foot, grabbing him by the heel. He became fearful, remembering the game that his mom and aunt used to play with him before he was of schoolboy age.
“This little piggy went to the fair...” She wiggled his big toe. “This little piggy met Jenni...” The grip she used was firm but gentle. “This little piggy got a boner...” She winked at him, nodding towards his quite noticeable erection in his shorts. When had that happened, he wondered? “This little piggy got scared...” She moved to the last little toe. “Because this little piggy… is super TICKLISH!” She scuttled her fingertips rapidly up and down the bottom of his foot.
“HehehehehehHEhEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The giggles gave way to full on laughter as the clown vigorously tickled his foot.
“You can’t stop laughing, can you?” She asked mockingly as she tickle the foot. “That’s good, though. That’s a gift. To be able to laugh and laugh, even on the darkest days. All you need is someone who will find those dangerous tickle spots I mentioned.” She told him as she let go of the foot and tickled the bottoms of both feet at the same time. “It’s good to laugh. That’s what you’re learning now. In a minute, we will explore the other barriers that need to come down.” That promise chilled his blood as he cackled uncontrollably. It was maybe thirty more seconds that she spent on his feet, though it felt like much longer. The tickle torture ended with another flirtatious wink as Jenni climbed out of the cart and, once again, sent him on his way…
When the light came on in the next room, Billy became a little confused. The images of the bare feet in the previous room were obvious. But, in this next room, The images were of men’s heads. There were smiles on the faces, but that was it. What did it mean? Jenni entered the room in her usual childish way before entering the cart again.
“Do you remember when you were a child?
Obnoxious and bold, running fierce and wild?
But what about when you sat in the barber’s chair…
So afraid they would cut your hair.”
“What are you gonna do?” Billy didn’t understand. He watched her pull off her gloves to reveal sharp, pointed fingernails. She moved towards him like a serpent, sly and mischievous. She straddled him, resting on his engorged groin, and brought her fingernails lightly to the sides and back of his neck and ears.
“How many times did you giggle when clippers ran over this area, huh? Did you giggle back then? Maybe right in front of a parent who had brought you there for a haircut? Or perhaps it was something different altogether. Perhaps a girl in grade school, wanting to get your attention as she sat behind you in class and teased the back of your neck here… Does it tickle here on your neck and ears, Hmm?”
A snicker or two could be heard when she tickled his neck, but when those delicate fingers traced his ears, it was over.
“Hehehehehehehehe HahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh my… Have we found a secret spot?” She asked. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’d be surprised how many boys are ticklish here. It’s okay. You can laugh. I won’t tell anyone.” Her tone was friendly and almost affectionate as she tickled around and behind his ears with those pointy nails. “The next room is very important, you know. In there, you will learn what it is to be truly humbled by my silly fingers.” Billy felt a single nail scratch the length of his erection through his shorts and he shivered ticklishly. Jenni just smirked and hopped out of the cart, sending him into the next and final room of the ride.
The light came on and the descriptions on the wall were downright pornographic. Huge illustrations of erect cocks and huge, wrinkly scrotums adorned the environment. Billy felt another shiver. He had never been tickled in such a place. It wasn’t that he had never had any sexual conquests. He had been given blow jobs before and of course, he had made love on several occasions. But he had always been taught that foreplay was a man’s job. Therefore, he had rarely been touched down there with the exception of jerking motions.
When Jenni entered the room, she was hopelessly unable to keep the smile from her face. This was clearly her favorite part of the ride. When she landed in the cart, Billy saw the huge pair of scissors that she held in her hand. She had also put her soft gloves back on.
“Snip snip.” She said simply.
“I know what you’re thinking of doing. This is sexual assault. I will sue the shit out of you!” He threatened.
“Oh?” She asked quizzically.
“You bet your ass! See the security cameras?” He pointed out the cameras that were in place in the ceiling.
“Of course, I do, silly.” She shrugged. “But perhaps you misinterpret what they are there for. They are not for your safety. They are for mine. What happens in here tends to be… strenuous… for some. I can only imagine what would happen if someone was able to break free from there straps. I would need cavalry to come and assist. According to the sign outside of the ride, entering constitutes a Non-disclosure contract. You may never speak of what happens in here once you are out. Of course, next to nobody ever sees the sign because it’s situated on the side of the building. Hehehe.”
“How the Hell are you allowed to do this???”
“Simple really. The whole fair is a front, you see. Put together by myself and a handful of other therapists and scientists. Each ride and game is designed for a different purpose. And thanks to that sign, once you are in here with me, you don’t really have any say as to what I can do or not do to you. In other words, if I want to test your privates for tickle spots… it’s gonna happen. Now, as I was saying… snip snip…” She knelt down, sitting Indian Style again, though sitting much closer to him this time. The scissors started at the bottom of his shorts.
“Y-you’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“Hurt you? Of course not.” She sounded insulted. “Unless you count the possibility of your sides hurting, but hey, the ride has it’s name for a reason.” She joked as she continued to reduce Billy’s shorts and boxers to shreds. After the last and most important cut, Jenni pulled the remnants away to reveal everything below Billy’s tee shirt. “There we are.” His penis had become flaccid over the last couple of minutes but Jenni didn’t seem to care. As Billy had predicted, she broke into another verse of her song, as if their whole conversation had never taken place.
“What makes a boy a boy?
What fills him with uncontrollable joy?
One might guess with theories and rants…
But really, it’s what’s in his pants.”
She started to trail her fingers along his penis. It felt terrific, especially with those gloves, and he was already getting hard again. But it also tickled in certain spots near the sides. As he began to rise, Billy was hit with the natural and scientific realization that as he became more erect, he also became more exposed. He looked down to see her face. She was giving him a rather playful form of the Kubrick stare and her lips were curled into a Grinch-like grin. He could tell she was really getting off to this. She was watching him with an almost malevolent countenance. Her silly and carefree nature was almost completely absent. But despite all of this, he was getting as stiff as he had ever been. Her talented fingers were luring him into a trap and he knew it. But he could do nothing about it. Soon, it was pointing up to the ceiling and there was no protection.
There was a slight poke to the base and he twitched. A brief stroke of the side of his left testicle brought a fleeting smile. But Jenni knew a continuous sensation would wear him down faster. She placed her finger in the center of his perineum (making the skin quiver), then she raised the crooked digit upward, tracing around the base of the testicles (A rather high pitched giggle) before moving up the seam (squirming), circling the base of the penis, and then up the underside of that (an involuntary spasm), ending with a tap on the tip. She knew all she needed to.
“Koochie koo...” Was all she said before running a fingertip in a lazy, aimless journey along and around his balls while taking his erection in hand and casually jerking up and down with moderate pressure.
The masturbation felt immaculate, but he fought the giggles rising up from within. Not to be robbed of her desired results, Jenni waited until he was looking back down at her. When he did, she made a funny face, going cross-eyed and giggling like a chipmunk. Once he started giggling, he couldn’t stop.
A poke. A tickle. A caress. All designed to make him giggle and cum. And he soon did, all over his belly.
The orgasm had started gradually, but became overwhelming. Soon, Jenni exited the cart wordlessly. Billy was seeing stars and the cart was moving on out. It reached a dark room. Jenni was gone. The straps around his wrists and ankles were undone by a mime who had somersaulted into the room. It was around this time that Billy was coming around. He saw a rack of various clothing items hanging in place. He would be able to replace his shorts, but he would never forget this particular ride…
Or how he needed to get even with Alice and Jill...
