Introduction: A F*/M tickle story taking place in a fictional world in which our protagonist Josh is forced to undergo a small behavior correction for his misdeeds.
(Since this is my first and who knows maybe even my last tickle story and since English isn’t my first language critiques as well as spelling and grammar corrections are highly welcome.)
Guilty!
“Guilty on the count of aggravated assault!”
Those were the words Josh feared, but at the same time fully expected. The trial had been a complete disaster for him and anything but a guilty verdict was shy from being a miracle. He almost felt relieved hearing it. At least the constant back and forth accusations and excuses would end. After getting drunk and having an altercation with two women at a bar of which he remembered very little he found himself in police custody awaiting the rest. For Josh to get away with a slap on the wrist would have been a sheer fever dream in this matriarchal society he found himself in. All that remained now was his punishment.
“… you are hereby sentenced to 6 months in a Behavioral Correctional Institute for Men…” Josh was not fully present while the judge announced the details of his legal punishments, he clearly heard the blonde middle aged woman say 6 months in a BCIM. A long time ago the women in charge of the most fundamental aspects of this world decided regular prison sentences are hardly fitting to make one a decent member of society therefore they came up with numerous ways to correct the behaviors of those deemed unfit to live among rest of the population. Now Josh W. was one of them and he tried not to think about what might be done to him while the guards dragged him out of the court room to his new residence.
The white doors of the BCIM Josh was placed in kept opening and closing. Since every inmate passing through the halls outside of the cell blocks is automatically considered a security risk they were usually tied up and escorted by two female guards. Passing the halls unbound was strictly forbidden for men. Each of the two guards assigned to Josh, whose hands and feet were tied together, gabbed one of his arms and dragged him to room where his ‘correction’ would take place. The halls gave off an eerie sense of sanitization and were filled with muffled sounds, which could be interpreted as screams, moaning and even laughter.
The three of them entered a windowless white room, which had a contraption in the middle of it reminding Josh of something gynecologists would use to have a good look at their patients. Or something a man would get into for a vasectomy. The guards accompanying him started untying and undressing Josh after which they placed him effortlessly into the chair. His arms were secured in shackles above his head. The shackles and straps rendered him almost immobile. As a result of his exposed naked state Josh felt an uneasy sense of coldness and vulnerability.
30 minutes passed before a woman wearing scrubs and a medical face mask entered. She had long red-blonde hair tied down to a ponytail and smelled of disinfectant and vaseline. She fumbled around with a bag she put on a nearby table when Josh finally inquired “Would you please tell me what is going on here? No one has said anything to me ever since I got here.”
“You’re here for your behavioral correction Mr.W.”
“I know that, but what does that mean exactly”
“It means you are to be punished in order to make you reconsider your actions. And since I’m done with my utilities let us begin. Shall we?”
Josh felt his heart rate increase dramatically and pressure building in this stomach. The young woman put on some medical gloves, rubbed them with a colorless liquid, put a small chair and her bag in front of Josh’s bondage device and sat down. He didn’t know what to expect when he suddenly felt an intense tingle in his left foot. Then in his right foot. The staff member had one hand at each of Josh’s feet and wiggling her dexterous fingers producing a very uncomfortable tickle sensation.
“Hey! He ha ha ha. W-ha-hat is that? Stop it. That tickles.”
“Of course. we’d be severely disappointed if it didn’t.”
“W-ha-ha-ha-hy are you-hu-hu-hu doing that?” Josh almost couldn’t utter the words in the mix of all the involuntary laughter and his attempts to speak.
“This is a punishment. We at BCIM have a myriad of ways to insure men like you know their place. The most common and by far most effective method is tickling the inmate for a prolonged period. When everything is said, and done no one wants to find himself back into such a building.” Said the women dryly never ceasing her assault in Josh’s sensitive soles.
“Ha ha ha ha. Oh plea-ha-ha-ha-ha-se stop. I can’t take much more.”
“You definitely can and you definitely will. 4 hours for two months. 6 for the next two and 8 for the last two.”
“Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hat? No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.” He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He would have to undergo such a torture for hours on end getting increasingly worse. He couldn’t bear that. Absolutely impossible.
“I beg you stop. I ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha … This cannot be happening!”
“Giving up already? You were so easy to break. Unfortunately, it won’t help you.”
After 45 minutes of constant feet tickling the young woman stopped and slowly positioned herself behind Josh, who was anxiously awaiting an assault on his ticklish torso. She began by tickling his armpits, which Josh was forced to shave this morning making the ordeal much more uncomfortable. Josh laughed and wiggled uncontrollably in his chair. He begged and pleaded to no avail. The tickling wasn’t however reserved for one particular place this time. The skilled hands of his torturer poked, scribbled and scratched his armpits, his neck, his sides and his belly. Never staying on one place for too long. Never using the same movements in a row making it impossible to get accustomed to the stimulation.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha” Laughter was all Josh could produce at this point.
It went on for another 45 minutes after which a small break of 10 minutes was granted to breath.
“Oh please. There must be another way.” Josh pleaded.
“You haven’t even finished day 1. There are 180 days to cover. There is nothing you can say or do to make your sentence shorter. However, if you misbehave it can be increased.”
He shuddered at that thought.
The door opened again and another woman dressed in the same medical clothing as the other staff member entered. She also smelled of disinfectant and some sort of lubricant and seemed to be of japanese or chinese descent.
“You take the upper body. I’ll take care if the feet.” The red-blonde woman said.
“Wha-? No hang on a … ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
Before Josh could protest the two women tickled him with a level of skill and ferocity that one might think they were trying to tickle some sort of confession out of him. At this point, Josh would have confessed to anything.
Over the course of the next 1,5 hours the two women would keep tickling without any breaks or slowing down. At first the tickling focused at his feet and armpits, but not long after beginning the Asian woman just like her partner beforehand began mixing things up a little by poking his sides, focusing on his ribs for a couple of minutes, wiggling her index finger in his belly button, caressing his neck. She never stayed to long at one spot. He had no chance of keeping up with their stamina. From time to time they applied lubricant on their hands making the tickling feel more intense. Josh kept laughing and laughing. They tickled him everywhere safe for this groin. The laughter became increasingly weak as time went on. By the end of the 1,5-hour mark it was more akin to giggling that howling or laughing.
“That’s all we have for you for today Mr.W. You still have 1 hour left. The last quarter of a session is always performed by one of our specialists. Try to catch some breath while she has yet to arrive. Tomorrow at the same time. Bye.”
As the two women left Josh utterly exhausted dreading the thought of having to undergo more of this horrific tickle torture today. He wondered what she meant by ‘specialist’.
“If those two weren’t specialist, what qualifies as one?” He was about to find out.
The sudden sound of the door opening in front of him tore Josh away from his thoughts. As he observed, who would deal the last bit of today’s punishment. Josh gazed upon on elderly women. It was difficult to estimate how old she was exactly, but she had an aura of authority and reminded Josh of his rather strict no-back-talking grandmother. She wore a grey blue uniform reminisced of a nurse in WW1, but also a grey veil. This old lady seemed to be a nun. “This cannot be right.” Josh thought.
The old nun picked up the chair from which the feet tickling was administered, placed it between Josh’s legs and sat down. All the while never looking Josh in the face. Her expression seemed to indicate contempt. She was now focused on what seemed to be Josh’s genitals and slowly began moving her hands towards them. He didn’t dare to utter a word. Unlike the two former staff members this nun didn’t bother herself with putting on gloves or face masks.
Her cold hands pressed almost gently and tenderly on the ball sack and the penis. She then started to move them ever so meekly but at the same time quickly. This provoked an unexpected and quite intense tickle sensation in Josh’s most sensitive parts.
“Ahh! Ahh! Wha-ha-ha-ha-hait! Please! Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out!” He pleaded followed by a cascade of hysterics.
The nun was not deterred by his begging and continued as if nothing happened.
“Oh God! Enough! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Oh, god fucking damn it!” He screamed carelessly.
“Don’t you dare speak like that. This is all your own fault. Take responsibility for your actions and keep your curses to yourself” She remarked sternly.
“If I hear anymore foul language from you I’ll increase the time we spent here by 10 minutes per offense.” The nun said coldly in a threatening manner all the while tickling Josh exposed manhood.
“Oh, ple-he-he-he-he-he-se. it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“Don’t try to fool me. I’ve punished countless boys like you over the course of my life. Young unruly men, who don’t know how to behave themselves. I know all about your worst spots and how to use them to teach them proper behaviors. So be quiet.”
A few minutes passed.
“The best way to make males reconsider their actions is by using their manhood against them. After all, it is their greatest source of anger, pride and lust. All of these vices need to be removed.”
Her fingers continued moving in a rapid and yet delicate manner formed by what must have been decades of experience. She used her tips, her nails even her palm to some extend to produce a masterclass of ticklish assaults. From his anus to the tip of his shaft nothing remained untouched. If only he would derive at least a little bit of pleasure from the constant touching of his sex, but this nun knew what she was doing and denied him any kind of relieve or break.
Josh struggled and trashed as much as his tight bondage would allow him finding strength in him he would have never expected and yet it wasn’t enough to escape the torture. His mind wasn’t occupied with anything, but primitive animalistic instincts compelling him to run away. Josh found himself further away from sanity than at any point in his life. Instead of progressively getting numb the tickling felt either consistent or even more intense as time slowly progressed. All the countless nerves fired alarms at his increasingly overstrained brain.
Josh was less hauling with laughter as much as he was giggling. The old woman took note of that.
“You will not rest on your exhaustion. You will endure all of it.”
Just as she said that she focused her right hand on his anus region. Josh felt another wave of manic hysterics building up in him. Again, he was laughing and screaming. He would have pleaded had he had a voice. Eager to tickle his last strength reserves out of him the nun put more vigor into her movements.
The tickling was too intense for Josh to even cry.
As he laid in the same position he was confined to hours ago only faint rasps came out of his Josh’s mouth. Apparently, his torment was completed, at least for today. His bum and groin felt as if they were on fire. A painless agonizing unbearable fire.
“I’ll return in two days. I was asked to perform my duties as a specialist on you three days per week…”, the old nun explained coldly.
Josh felt half dead and even though there couldn’t be seen a physical reaction on his part he understood her very well.
At last the words of one of the staff member came back to him. Filling Josh with dismay and desperation.
“There are 180 days to cover.”
(Since this is my first and who knows maybe even my last tickle story and since English isn’t my first language critiques as well as spelling and grammar corrections are highly welcome.)
Guilty!
“Guilty on the count of aggravated assault!”
Those were the words Josh feared, but at the same time fully expected. The trial had been a complete disaster for him and anything but a guilty verdict was shy from being a miracle. He almost felt relieved hearing it. At least the constant back and forth accusations and excuses would end. After getting drunk and having an altercation with two women at a bar of which he remembered very little he found himself in police custody awaiting the rest. For Josh to get away with a slap on the wrist would have been a sheer fever dream in this matriarchal society he found himself in. All that remained now was his punishment.
“… you are hereby sentenced to 6 months in a Behavioral Correctional Institute for Men…” Josh was not fully present while the judge announced the details of his legal punishments, he clearly heard the blonde middle aged woman say 6 months in a BCIM. A long time ago the women in charge of the most fundamental aspects of this world decided regular prison sentences are hardly fitting to make one a decent member of society therefore they came up with numerous ways to correct the behaviors of those deemed unfit to live among rest of the population. Now Josh W. was one of them and he tried not to think about what might be done to him while the guards dragged him out of the court room to his new residence.
The white doors of the BCIM Josh was placed in kept opening and closing. Since every inmate passing through the halls outside of the cell blocks is automatically considered a security risk they were usually tied up and escorted by two female guards. Passing the halls unbound was strictly forbidden for men. Each of the two guards assigned to Josh, whose hands and feet were tied together, gabbed one of his arms and dragged him to room where his ‘correction’ would take place. The halls gave off an eerie sense of sanitization and were filled with muffled sounds, which could be interpreted as screams, moaning and even laughter.
The three of them entered a windowless white room, which had a contraption in the middle of it reminding Josh of something gynecologists would use to have a good look at their patients. Or something a man would get into for a vasectomy. The guards accompanying him started untying and undressing Josh after which they placed him effortlessly into the chair. His arms were secured in shackles above his head. The shackles and straps rendered him almost immobile. As a result of his exposed naked state Josh felt an uneasy sense of coldness and vulnerability.
30 minutes passed before a woman wearing scrubs and a medical face mask entered. She had long red-blonde hair tied down to a ponytail and smelled of disinfectant and vaseline. She fumbled around with a bag she put on a nearby table when Josh finally inquired “Would you please tell me what is going on here? No one has said anything to me ever since I got here.”
“You’re here for your behavioral correction Mr.W.”
“I know that, but what does that mean exactly”
“It means you are to be punished in order to make you reconsider your actions. And since I’m done with my utilities let us begin. Shall we?”
Josh felt his heart rate increase dramatically and pressure building in this stomach. The young woman put on some medical gloves, rubbed them with a colorless liquid, put a small chair and her bag in front of Josh’s bondage device and sat down. He didn’t know what to expect when he suddenly felt an intense tingle in his left foot. Then in his right foot. The staff member had one hand at each of Josh’s feet and wiggling her dexterous fingers producing a very uncomfortable tickle sensation.
“Hey! He ha ha ha. W-ha-hat is that? Stop it. That tickles.”
“Of course. we’d be severely disappointed if it didn’t.”
“W-ha-ha-ha-hy are you-hu-hu-hu doing that?” Josh almost couldn’t utter the words in the mix of all the involuntary laughter and his attempts to speak.
“This is a punishment. We at BCIM have a myriad of ways to insure men like you know their place. The most common and by far most effective method is tickling the inmate for a prolonged period. When everything is said, and done no one wants to find himself back into such a building.” Said the women dryly never ceasing her assault in Josh’s sensitive soles.
“Ha ha ha ha. Oh plea-ha-ha-ha-ha-se stop. I can’t take much more.”
“You definitely can and you definitely will. 4 hours for two months. 6 for the next two and 8 for the last two.”
“Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hat? No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.” He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He would have to undergo such a torture for hours on end getting increasingly worse. He couldn’t bear that. Absolutely impossible.
“I beg you stop. I ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha … This cannot be happening!”
“Giving up already? You were so easy to break. Unfortunately, it won’t help you.”
After 45 minutes of constant feet tickling the young woman stopped and slowly positioned herself behind Josh, who was anxiously awaiting an assault on his ticklish torso. She began by tickling his armpits, which Josh was forced to shave this morning making the ordeal much more uncomfortable. Josh laughed and wiggled uncontrollably in his chair. He begged and pleaded to no avail. The tickling wasn’t however reserved for one particular place this time. The skilled hands of his torturer poked, scribbled and scratched his armpits, his neck, his sides and his belly. Never staying on one place for too long. Never using the same movements in a row making it impossible to get accustomed to the stimulation.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha” Laughter was all Josh could produce at this point.
It went on for another 45 minutes after which a small break of 10 minutes was granted to breath.
“Oh please. There must be another way.” Josh pleaded.
“You haven’t even finished day 1. There are 180 days to cover. There is nothing you can say or do to make your sentence shorter. However, if you misbehave it can be increased.”
He shuddered at that thought.
The door opened again and another woman dressed in the same medical clothing as the other staff member entered. She also smelled of disinfectant and some sort of lubricant and seemed to be of japanese or chinese descent.
“You take the upper body. I’ll take care if the feet.” The red-blonde woman said.
“Wha-? No hang on a … ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
Before Josh could protest the two women tickled him with a level of skill and ferocity that one might think they were trying to tickle some sort of confession out of him. At this point, Josh would have confessed to anything.
Over the course of the next 1,5 hours the two women would keep tickling without any breaks or slowing down. At first the tickling focused at his feet and armpits, but not long after beginning the Asian woman just like her partner beforehand began mixing things up a little by poking his sides, focusing on his ribs for a couple of minutes, wiggling her index finger in his belly button, caressing his neck. She never stayed to long at one spot. He had no chance of keeping up with their stamina. From time to time they applied lubricant on their hands making the tickling feel more intense. Josh kept laughing and laughing. They tickled him everywhere safe for this groin. The laughter became increasingly weak as time went on. By the end of the 1,5-hour mark it was more akin to giggling that howling or laughing.
“That’s all we have for you for today Mr.W. You still have 1 hour left. The last quarter of a session is always performed by one of our specialists. Try to catch some breath while she has yet to arrive. Tomorrow at the same time. Bye.”
As the two women left Josh utterly exhausted dreading the thought of having to undergo more of this horrific tickle torture today. He wondered what she meant by ‘specialist’.
“If those two weren’t specialist, what qualifies as one?” He was about to find out.
The sudden sound of the door opening in front of him tore Josh away from his thoughts. As he observed, who would deal the last bit of today’s punishment. Josh gazed upon on elderly women. It was difficult to estimate how old she was exactly, but she had an aura of authority and reminded Josh of his rather strict no-back-talking grandmother. She wore a grey blue uniform reminisced of a nurse in WW1, but also a grey veil. This old lady seemed to be a nun. “This cannot be right.” Josh thought.
The old nun picked up the chair from which the feet tickling was administered, placed it between Josh’s legs and sat down. All the while never looking Josh in the face. Her expression seemed to indicate contempt. She was now focused on what seemed to be Josh’s genitals and slowly began moving her hands towards them. He didn’t dare to utter a word. Unlike the two former staff members this nun didn’t bother herself with putting on gloves or face masks.
Her cold hands pressed almost gently and tenderly on the ball sack and the penis. She then started to move them ever so meekly but at the same time quickly. This provoked an unexpected and quite intense tickle sensation in Josh’s most sensitive parts.
“Ahh! Ahh! Wha-ha-ha-ha-hait! Please! Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out!” He pleaded followed by a cascade of hysterics.
The nun was not deterred by his begging and continued as if nothing happened.
“Oh God! Enough! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Oh, god fucking damn it!” He screamed carelessly.
“Don’t you dare speak like that. This is all your own fault. Take responsibility for your actions and keep your curses to yourself” She remarked sternly.
“If I hear anymore foul language from you I’ll increase the time we spent here by 10 minutes per offense.” The nun said coldly in a threatening manner all the while tickling Josh exposed manhood.
“Oh, ple-he-he-he-he-he-se. it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“Don’t try to fool me. I’ve punished countless boys like you over the course of my life. Young unruly men, who don’t know how to behave themselves. I know all about your worst spots and how to use them to teach them proper behaviors. So be quiet.”
A few minutes passed.
“The best way to make males reconsider their actions is by using their manhood against them. After all, it is their greatest source of anger, pride and lust. All of these vices need to be removed.”
Her fingers continued moving in a rapid and yet delicate manner formed by what must have been decades of experience. She used her tips, her nails even her palm to some extend to produce a masterclass of ticklish assaults. From his anus to the tip of his shaft nothing remained untouched. If only he would derive at least a little bit of pleasure from the constant touching of his sex, but this nun knew what she was doing and denied him any kind of relieve or break.
Josh struggled and trashed as much as his tight bondage would allow him finding strength in him he would have never expected and yet it wasn’t enough to escape the torture. His mind wasn’t occupied with anything, but primitive animalistic instincts compelling him to run away. Josh found himself further away from sanity than at any point in his life. Instead of progressively getting numb the tickling felt either consistent or even more intense as time slowly progressed. All the countless nerves fired alarms at his increasingly overstrained brain.
Josh was less hauling with laughter as much as he was giggling. The old woman took note of that.
“You will not rest on your exhaustion. You will endure all of it.”
Just as she said that she focused her right hand on his anus region. Josh felt another wave of manic hysterics building up in him. Again, he was laughing and screaming. He would have pleaded had he had a voice. Eager to tickle his last strength reserves out of him the nun put more vigor into her movements.
The tickling was too intense for Josh to even cry.
As he laid in the same position he was confined to hours ago only faint rasps came out of his Josh’s mouth. Apparently, his torment was completed, at least for today. His bum and groin felt as if they were on fire. A painless agonizing unbearable fire.
“I’ll return in two days. I was asked to perform my duties as a specialist on you three days per week…”, the old nun explained coldly.
Josh felt half dead and even though there couldn’t be seen a physical reaction on his part he understood her very well.
At last the words of one of the staff member came back to him. Filling Josh with dismay and desperation.
“There are 180 days to cover.”
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