The Ultimate Ticklee ( A Danganronpa ticklefic) M/M

[Lake Superior]

Shuichi looked over the case file again to see if maybe there was something he was missing. He'd done his best to try and look at this case with neutrality but it was impossible at this point. Too many of his friends had been affected by it for that. He needed to find a clue, some kind of lead. Some hint to help him stop this Ultimate Tickler. It had started small, a few of the Ultimates having odd run-ins with "strangers". First, somebody had snuck on Nidai at a gym and goosed the Coach's ribs before slipping away. Not a big deal at all, weird but Ultimates kind of attracted odd people like that. Next, it was Kazuichi, somebody who had paid him to fix an expensive car and waited for him to get under its hood. He found it closed atop him and could only wriggle and laugh as the pervert had squeezed his thighs while he was trapped for a solid hour. It had gotten worse from there. Hagakure found the table he did his fortune reading's booby-trapped, literally! He'd sat down at it and mechanical hands had sprung out to start tickling away at his chest through his coat.

They got more and more elaborate from there. Korekiyo was called upon to investigate a sarcophagus only to be shoved inside it and sealed in with dozens of skittering scarabs. Rantaro was out on an expedition in one of the lost jungles when he was captured by a native tribe that had an obsession with the male foot. Turns out they'd been told his location ahead of time, something he'd overheard when they'd taken breaks from chewing on his toes and scratching his soles. Gundham had an entire basket of catnip mixed into his moisturizer just in time for somebody to break into his flat. They'd left him hogtied and helpless as his own cats had started to lap at wherever they could get.

Shuichi had been investigating the case alongside others but none of them had come up with any leads. Even worse they seemed to become new and more frequent targets of the Ultimate Tickler. Chihiro Fujisaki, the Ultimate Programmer had been to find a way to track the madman based on an anonymous report that had been uploaded into K1-Bo that made him squeeze his sides against his will and laugh like it tickled but was instead sent a malicious program. Before Chihiro could do anything it installed itself onto his main computer. He'd stepped down from the investigation due to the embarrassment it had caused.

Shuichi couldn't blame him, it was hard to focus on anything else when a 3D modeled simulacrum of your feet was constantly in the corner of your screen and being savaged by various kinds of tickle tools. Poor Chi couldn't even use the sound on his computer anymore as anything he tried to play was drowned out with the recorded sounds of his laughter. Shuichi had wondered about how it sounded so clear but found out later that the Ultimate Tickler had visited the programmer in the past and flossed his small toes with the cord of his mouse while recording the whole thing. He hadn't known what it was for then but it made it even worse as he imagined the tickler coming back for him to " Use your cute butt as a mousepad!" Shuichi had been sympathetic to the programmer even if others hadn't, Kirigiri in particular.

They hadn't seen what he had. An attempt to check Chihiro's computer for fingerprints had activated some kind of subroutine that had made the screen change. He'd been treated to a new video in the opposite corner from poor Chi's pixellated tootsies getting wrecked. It had been a pale tummy that he recognized quite well, from the small nipples that were occasionally being teased by gloved fingers to the jutting ribs that still bore tracks from the spur laying on his chest. Shuichi swallowed hard as the masked figure in the program left a trail of spit before placing its lips to that clammy belly and blowing another loud one.

"PBBBBBPTPT!"

"EEEHEHEE AHAHAHAH!"

Shuichi's ears burned at what was unmistakably his laugh. He remembered when it had been recorded even if he didn't know it had. Kaede had found him in his bed with his hands cuffed behind his back and a number of little vibrating eggs taped to his chest and belly. They'd never figured out who had done it or how they'd gotten in but it had been before this whole business with the Ultimate Tickler had become big. The things happening to the AI's abdomen hadn't been what had happened but he could almost feel the feathers dancing on it when he'd seen it.

Shuichi had tried to check for clues in Chihiro's computer and on the keys but it had been hard with how his ears felt almost hot enough to singe his hair. The number of resources, skills, and materials it would take to do something like that was staggering and had done plenty to Shu's ego. He totally understood Chihiro dropping out of the investigation. He'd been considering it himself until the first kidnapping had taken place. It had been Byakuya who caught that one, the real one. Three days of obsessively worried Toko and Makoto searching high and low for him. Shuichi had helped of course, but he wasn't sure anybody could match those two's enthusiasm.

They'd turned up only one lead on Togami's whereabouts. A handprint left behind in his office matched a subordinate. However, it hadn't been one of Byakuya's, no this man had been a Yakuza. Shuichi had gone with Makoto to the man's residence accompanied by none other than the Ultimate Yakuza, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu for protection. However upon arriving all they found was a stripped-down apartment, upon checking the bedroom though they found a pair of designer socks hanging from the ceiling. The soles of the socks had been positively shredded and pictures of a redfaced Byakuya were on every wall in the room. They hadn't found any of this out until later though due to a cloud of gas released when the boys opened the door to the room. They'd been rendered unconscious by it and the Ultimate Tickler who'd been waiting inside had their way with them to begin another mean game of gitchies.

When Kirigiri had arrived, worried about how quiet Makoto had been she was in for quite the sight. Naegi and Kuzuryu were in their underwear, hands cuffed behind them as they ran about the house as fast as they could. Dozens of remote-controlled cars zipped behind the boys custom mounted with banks of constantly spinning feather rollers, trying to catch up with the two Ultimates and give their feet a good brushing. In the kitchen they found the uncoordinated Shuichi wailing like a child, it seemed he'd tripped early on into the game and a ring of the cars had formed each forcing the brushes onto whatever parts of his skin they could get at.

It turned out that each of the cars was being controlled by somebody different, having paid money anonymously on a website called "TICKLEANULTIMATE.NET" for the privilege to harass the boys. Despite Shuichi and the others pleading they couldn't convince Chihiro to help track any of them. That was until Kirigiri stepped in to talk to the programmer. She'd been very suspicious of this Ultimate Tickler going after her Makoto and while she viewed Byakuya as acceptable losses she wasn't standing for anyone getting Makoto naked but her and occasionally Byakuya.

They'd never found the one Chi tracked down but they did find a journal left behind by the Ultimate Tickler. Shuichi had put aside a night to look through it and was doing so now. He flipped through page after page of figures scribbled into all kinds of tickle traps and machines. He winced at some of them having distinguishing characteristics that he was able to recognize. An ahoge, a goatee, a pair of discarded spectacles, or worst of all when one crudely drawn figure had some very familiar eyelashes. That one seemed to get it the worst, tied down as mechanical hands worked it over, hanging upside down as feathers teased its red nose and ears or laughing like a fool as a voodoo doll was worked over.

A message went off in Shuichi's phone, Kirigiri calling to tell that they'd found Byakuya. The heir had turned up in his office, returned in the night while it had been closed. His secretary had found him tied to his chair in the morning, but hadn't reported his reappearance until the morning. The other detective was curious about the assistant's sudden pay raise coinciding with that period where Byakuya was helpless but she said that was something to be investigated later although she had found a piece of paper left behind by the Ultimate Tickler about all the spots on Byakuya's chest that were the most ticklish.

Shuichi barely listened to the rest of her words only barely catching that apparently now the Ultimate Baseball Player, Leon Kuwata had gone missing. Saihara didn't hear the rest though as he'd flipped the page in the journal to find illustrations. A pair of them really, two painstakingly drawn and realistic-looking feet. They looked to be about size 10 and were definitely accurately sized with every single wrinkle and imperfection sketched in. He ran a finger along the page and blushed before looking in the margins to find notes on the drawing. "Amami, R" was written there as well plans for these feet. Shuichi's eyes widened as he saw a plan to use the toe-ring normally worn by them as control device. Hiding tiny motors in it and triggering them to vibrate and tickle the captive toe until Ran-chan did what he was ordered to.

The plans involved finding some kind of ancient gem that brought misfortune currently housed in an ancient temple. A connection formed in Shuichi's mind and he did remember Amami going missing for a while. Could he have done this at that time? If so then there would be no reason to release him from that. It meant that Rantaro could still be out there doing whatever the Ultimate Tickler ordered right now! He reached for his phone to call Kirigiri and tell her that they needed to bring him in immediately but paused when the plan continued to the next page.

He'd call Kyoko after he found out what was next for the Ultimate Tickler. He turned the page and found another drawing of a pair of feet waiting for him. These were stubbier with short toes and some calluses at the heel. Those, in particular, were circled and little brushes and what he assumed to be pumice stones were scribbled in. A note in the margins announced that these feet belonging to Leon Kuwata would be in for some upcoming TLC which stood for "Tickles, Licks, and Cleaning" according to the mad pervert who had written this. There were drawings of feathery rollers and he assumed at first that these were what was in store for Leon later. Reading a bit more though revealed how Leon was captured, the Ultimate Tickler waited at a stadium for Mr. Kuwata after replacing the driver of his limousine. Leon would get in without noticing at due to how little attention he paid to the person.

Whoever the Ultimate Tickler was, they were confident enough that they believed they could incense Leon with their words enough to get him to try and kick the partition between driver and passenger. The explanation that followed was about how he'd choose to do this to spare his hands any possible damage and how some remarks about Leon's cousin Kanon would be enough. On turning the page he found that this confidence was not unfounded as a picture of a masked figure in the driver's seat of a limo tickling a stuck Leon's foot was there. The mastermind had modified the Limo to hide a set of retractable stocks in where the partition was, so when Leon kicked at them in frustration he would be trapped and helpless as his captor ferried him away to where ever he wanted. Tickling the trapped foot as he did so.

The plan continued on the next page but Shuichi felt he really needed to contact Kirigiri first. However his name on the next page stopped him cold, he turned the page and the extremely detailed drawing of his soles then heated him up though. How did they get this?! He took his shoes off and cross-referenced his own sole with the drawing and found that they were identical. The birthmark on the side of his arch, the bruise on one of his little toes from tennis with Ryoma last month, even a description of how his toes curled when he was scared which he couldn't help but do at the note reading, "How cute! Can't wait to pry them open!" Shuichi brought his knees up onto his chair in fear at that part. His eyes darted across the page as he started reading all the tricks and traps that Leon had set here in his own apartment for him.

Special mechanical socks that would replace his own, when he put them on they'd clamp closed and hold his pretty feet hostage so that the Ultimate Tickler could put him through ticklish agony with the flip of a switch until he delivered himself right into his hands. The images of it in his head made him squirm in his chair in fear. That's what awaited him if he tried to get his footwear on and leave his apartment. There was a drawing of a red-faced and teary Shuichi kicking his legs and tearing at his ankles as little drawings of the ribbings inside the gimmicked socks gave him a clear idea of what he'd be in for. He considered going and getting a weapon from his closet to defend himself but stopped as he began reading about a device in his closet set up to trap him, when he opened the door mechanical hands would grab him by the shoulders and drag him in. They'd weave him into mummification using all of his clothes as fabric and keep him tied up in there until the Tickler came to get him. The description of how they'd keep him from getting bored by tickling his ears gently with feathers made him make a face almost identical to the one in the diagram of him in the trap that had been so expertly drawn, minus the sock stuffed between his lips of course.

He reached for the phone but stopped as he began reading a section in the journal, it described stealing and installing a program on Kyoko's phone. Should Shuichi call it then it would play a hypnotic tone right into his ear, overriding all his regular thoughts and compelling his body against his will. One more diagram illustrated swirly-eyed Shuichi laying atop his own bed, cotton-swabs in each hand, swirling the devilish little things inside his own navel and laughing his head off until the Ultimate Tickler came to get him. Shuichi threw the book across the room and jumped beneath the sheets of his bed and after a panicky few minutes of making sure nothing was hiding in here waiting for him, wrapped himself in his blankets and had a mini panic attack at how his every move was so expertly anticipated.

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It had been one month since that incident, Shuichi had stayed cooped up in his room for two days before Kirigiri had come and checked up on him herself. With her help, they'd swept his home and found none of the traps that had been described in the journal. To Shuichi's everlasting shame it had been not just a trick but a distraction. While Kiri had been helping him, the missing Leon had popped up. He'd tossed the "Luck-Cancelling" gem that Rantaro had acquired for the Tickler and using the kind of accuracy, force, and timing available only to somebody granted the title of "Ultimate Baseball Player" wedged it right into the navel of Nagito Komaeda. Normally the odd and downright sadistic sense of Fortune around the gaunt man would have protected him but the gem's abilities were not exaggerated. The video of Leon loading him into the trunk of a car had made Shuichi feel sick, especially when Kirigiri pointed out the glazed expression on the redhead.

"He's been brainwashed Shuichi, the Tickler had him for a long time so he probably did it to him for this purpose. It's safe to assume he's taking Nagito for the same purpose."

She'd then directed Shu to a website that had popped up recently. The domain name alone made him shiver, "Tickler's Hope's Peak" but the actual content baffled him. There were several live webcams that all displayed empty rooms with identical adornments and furnishings. Only one provided any movement. In that room five or six men and women wearing tribal garbs tended to a sleeping form, rubbing it down with oils in an extremely thorough fashion, getting the rich-looking oil into every crevice and inch of the naked form. It wasn't Saihara saw the shock of green hair that he realized he knew this person.

"We don't know when they recaptured Rantaro, we were able to identify the people tending to him though. They are all members of the Kocho tribe that he ran afoul of two months ago. Besides that hint though we have no idea where this is as it doesn't seem to be anywhere in their nation."

"What are they doing to him? Why isn't he moving?"

"It's like clockwork, watch. They're about to finish applying the oils."

Just as Kyoko said that the tribesmen began putting away the oils. They filed out of the room as another door opened and Rantaro started to stir. A large man entered as Rantaro slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes, his muscles glistening with the same oil that shone on Amami. The man grabbed Rantaro by the ankle and pulled him from the bed, tracing a finger along the shiny sole until the Adventurer was fully awake. Shuichi's jaw then dropped as the oily man began wrestling Rantaro to the ground, both overpowering him and humiliating him as he snuck in tickles and gropes. Putting him in holds that were designed to just keep him still long enough to humiliate him further with tickles.

An ankle lock was actually just an excuse for the man to lick Rantaro's sole, the camera zooming in on the greenette biting his lip and pounding his fists in ticklish frustration. A standing bearhug turned fluffy when the Adventurer started dancing from foot to foot in the large man's arms as he squeezed and tickled the cheeks of his bare ass. A leglock left Ran-chan defenseless as his larger opponent just leaned forward and stroked a finger up and down his green-pubed cock.

"It's a kind of ritualistic thing to the tribe. Rantaro talked about it before and how it they did it to him when they captured him before. It had only been for a day then though, this streams been playing for a week with three shows a day of Rantaro like this."

Shuichi half-listened to Kirigiri's explanation, barely noticing when she excused herself and left. Something about Nagito being spotted? Near Gundham's place or something like that. Saihara wasn't listening to he was drawn to the computer screen, right now Rantaro was trapped in a half-nelson and his opponent was using his free hand to dig into his exposed pits and squeeze every muscle in there one by one. Rantaro's deliciously shiny feet kicked back and forth before the camera, still beaded with the man's saliva from earlier.

A flash of color caught Shuichi's eye in one of the cameras for the other rooms and he clicked on it. If Shuichi had been in his right mind he might have noticed the eerie coincidence of how that camera went live just as his door clicked shut from Kyoko leaving. Shuichi was much too fearful to think of that at the moment though, thinking of nothing but what if he ended up in one of these rooms as the page loaded and the stream began.

Shuichi's screen suddenly filled with the image of a pair of tanned soles, held in place by a solid metal ring around both of the big toes. The feet wiggled in so much as they were actually able to because of the binding and Shuichi could tell from the grunting that they belonged to the missing Kuwata. He knew he should call Kyoko and tell her right away but his eyes were glued to the screen. A mechanical whirring noise began and Shuichi whimpered as he watched a set of small mechanical arms began to unfold. They began to stroke themselves along Leon's soles and Shuichi bit his lip at how they sank into the skin. Ee hadn't expected Leon to have those feet that soft but he supposed the Tickler had had him for a while now, plenty of time to do whatever he liked, including moisturizing and pamper.

Shuichi's room felt as if it was getting colder but he didn't think about it. He didn't think about anything except the little patterns the mechanisms were making on Leon's feet. Not the way that Leon was positioned so that the post he was secured to was framing the ceiling that could be seen behind his feet by the floor-mounted camera. Not the banging at Shuichi's door and the voice of Kaito Momota, his friend and neighbor checking on him because of all the noise. Not the way that the ceiling in the video was actually an LED screen or even how suspicious the window in his apartment was if you inspected it abit. No, Shuichi was looking at nothing but Leon's feet being savaged and the pretty colors that made up the background for it. That was his whole world at the moment and not even the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes would make him stop looking at it.

The door crashed open behind him as Kaito forced his way in. His mouth gaped at the sight in the room before him, Shuichi sitting in his chair completely naked, not a scrap of clothing on him. His friend was giggling his head off as small mechanical arms teased his chest. One of Shuichi's hands was in his mouth and the other stroked his cock as he stared at the screen. Kaito only got a brief glimpse of the screen, it just seemed to be feet before a hypnotically colorful background, nothing that interested him enough to not tey and help his friend. A mistake on Kaito's part, if he'd looked around the room more carefully than he might have been able to see the masked figure waiting in the corner.

As Momota moved to help Shuichi, the stranger was on him in seconds. Hands moved too fast for Kaito to register and pulled his shirt off over his head before binding his wrists together with rope. He was thrown onto Shuichi's bed in this helpless state and kept there when the masked man then threw the dazed and horny Shu right atop him. Kaito's laughter filled the room as Shuichi's thin fingers invaded his ribs and sides. Before he could push him off the room began to spin. The invader had taken Shuichi's comforter and sheets and rolled the two of them up inside them tightly. That just pushed Shuichi tighter atop Kaito and let him dig even deeper into his friend's stomach in his dazed state. Kaito's laughter got louder and Shuichi himself joined in as the Invader sat down on the bed and took Kaito's slippers off before producing a feather and running it all along both sets of feet, twirling the plume in its bandaged fingers. They stayed like that for hours, laughing and weeping as the Tickler had their way with them. At some point, Shuichi lost consciousness to the sound of Kaito's laughter and the feeling of lips on his toes.

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Another month had passed since that incident, yet still, Shuichi remembered it vividly. Especially the day after it when the tickler had left him in a pair of those tickle socks before departing with Kaito as his prize. He'd told Shuichi that if he left his apartment the socks would clamp on and activate, then the only way that Shuichi would ever get them off is if he came to the Tickler to stay like Ran-chan, Leon, and now Kaito. He'd been so utterly embarrassed when Kirigiri had come and inspected them.

The feeling of his socked feet in her lap coupled with the embarrassment of her telling him that these were just normal socks had not helped him feel more useful to this investigation at all. Neither had the news of how it had developed, Nagito had reappeared a block away from the Tanaka family home. Before anyone could act on that though, he and Gundham were gone. Video later surfaced of a white-haired young adult petting the various tigers and snakes around the home as if they were house pets.

Kirigiri had seemed legitimately furious about all of it and the next thing she showed Shuichi explained why. Security footage of a rec center, in it a boyish-looking brunette exited what seemed to be a self-defense karate class, still dressed in his gi. A small cat came from off-screen and began rubbing against his legs prompting him to reach down and pet it as it purred. The pussycat was soon joined by another who the young man petted, Shuichi now recognized him as Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck and Kyoko's lover (She viewed it that way at least) another cat came on-screen and joined the fuzzy melee at his ankles. Suddenly Makoto started giggling for some reason, it was hard to see why as another cat had joined the fuzzy horde and then another until it was impossible to see anything but fluff below his calves.

Naegi fell to his back suddenly as yet more cats came. One of Makoto's tiny tootsies kicked up and a pair of the felines leaped up to wrap around it and resume licking at the creamy feet. The Luck tried to push them off but yet more cats came and joined the pile all currently licking happily at his milky peets. At this point, Makoto's giggles had graduated from squeaky to frantic and Shuichi shifted in his chair at how that made him feel. Naegi was beating his fists on the ground at the sensations as more and more cats came. He tried to crawl away but they pounced on his feet and kept licking away. Kirigiri finally put the phone away and Shuichi stared at the look of fury on her face.

"I tried calling him dozens and dozens of times until this went up on the Mastermind's site."

She clicked one of the other rooms in his "Hotel of Hilarity" and a new stream opened up. This one showed Makoto now atop a bed, completely naked. Strips of duct tape had his arms secured behind his back, sealed his mouth closed, and covered his eyes. They also kept his knees bent at an angle so that both his small feet were clasped together and kept that way by yet more tape. Between them was a flat black object that shined and continually vibrated.

"It's his phone, the Mastermind set it to both play his ringtone and vibrate when called."

The cheery tune of some strange video game about murderous teddy bears played as Makoto's phone constantly rang and vibrated against his sensitive soles. Shuichi realized now that his phone number was posted on the same page of the stream and wondered who on earth would be sick enough to call it that many times. He was about to ask Kyoko before she stormed out of his flat in disgust. It was then that he noticed the ticker announcing how many different numbers had called poor ticklish Makoto since the stream had gone up. Shuichi wanted to feel pity for Makoto but he also really wanted to not have his penis feel the way it did right now. He considered going to the window and getting some air but decided against it for some reason.

He felt sick to his stomach about how he was taken advantage of by the Tickler, AGAIN, and how others were getting it now because of him. Shuichi sat on his bed and tried to read a book to distract himself from his feelings right but his computer chimed and three separate rooms began showing movement in addition to Makoto, Leon, and Rantaro's. He told himself that he wasn't going to watch them and went to click off the page, He had no interest in seeing his friends tormented again. One of the streams opened up without him clicking anything though and began displaying the fate of Nagito. Shuichi began to sweat at the sight and tried to figure out how that'd happened. He thought he and Kirigiri had gotten rid of all of the tricks the Tickler had left behind for him.

He stood up with the intent of turning the computer off but let out a shriek of surprise as he felt a pair of hands close around his ankles. He looked down to see the arms had come from beneath his bed and started shaking in fear. They pulled his legs out from under him and the same masked figure who had kidnapped Kaito emerged. Shuichi tried to shake him off but the Invader wrapped Saihara's ankles in a headlock and removed a hairbrush from his pocket. To Shuichi's horror, they began scrubbing it up and down his bare soles. He pounded his fists on the ground to try and block the sensations out but couldn't as it felt like his brain itself could feel the brush. He settled for staring at the computer and trying to hide from his torture by observing Nagito's.

The difference was that the stream of Nagito's room showed him unbound. He lay there atop a bed completely naked, yes but he didn't seem at all bothered by it. A single feather was mounted to a mechanical pendulum that swang back and forth, over the bed where Nagito rested. Each time it did, the tip of the feather dragged across Nagito's ribs and the white-haired lunatic laughed up a storm. He never pulled away though and actually arced his back up to jam his chest into the feather and make it drag the whole plume along him rather than just let the tip tease him. Nagito's laughter became muffled as he seized a pillow and pressed it over his face but he seemed to memorize the timing to make sure he got stomach fluffed nicely without having to see it. The way Nagito kicked his legs meant that Shu kept getting eyefuls of his creamy soles and that made him suddenly very aware of his pants tightening.

His needy cock would have to wait though, the Tickler had pried open his toes. Shuichi had always had clammy skin on his feet and as a result, his toes were damp to the touch when the tickler got at them. The aroma of them seemed like it had the man as despite Shuichi's struggling his face got closer and closer to the adorable little digits. When the man rolled his mask up, had Shuichi been in his normal inquisitively minded headspace he may have seen the black and inky hair spill out from under that mask. Saihara right now though was far more focused on that pink tongue the man was waggling over his ticklish toes. He tried to desperately push the tickle monster off him but to no avail. He was a panicky child and he squealed like one when that tongue was forced between his toes. Hia back arched and he hid his face in his hands trying to find anything that could distract his mind.

His computer clicked off Nagito screaming for the pendulum to go faster and instead settled onto a different scene. Yet another pale young man, but this one with some remnants of make-up on his face. His hands wore embarrassing gloves designed to mimic a cat's paws and a collar hung around his neck, beyond these though he wore nothing. He rolled about the bed and swatted his comical kitten paws at the various reeds that were coming at him from all angles. The ones he didn't dragged their fuzzy ends along his pale skin and made him chuckle, he'd turn and try to shoo them off only for more to come from more angles and tease new areas. They plumed his ears, dragged on his stomach, and got between his toes until Gundham didn't have the energy to fend them off anymore. He crumbled and fell back to let them have him as Shuichi watched from between his fingers.

Saihara was a sobbing wreck at this point, the Tickler having worked him over for what felt like hours. Just in the time of watching that video, he'd produced a pen and like a true master of his craft had marked up and highlighted every extra ticklish nerve on Shuichi's sweet feet. The poor humiliated detective could do nothing as the man took pictures of their upturned soles. He tried to weakly push him off and only drew the Invader's ire. He seized Shuichi by one of his ankles and lifted his leg into the air then as Shu watched in horror, formed his fingers into a claw and began stroking up and down his clothed leg and thigh. Shuichi buried his face in his hands and squealed like a child at how it felt. The tickler was playing him like an instrument and recording it all for posterities sake. It was like the man could read Saihara's mind. The second he said the word posterity in his head, he was flipped back over onto his belly again and felt his trousers coming down. The fingers danced along Shuichi's pale moon's rising as he looked at the new scene on the computer.

This was the most bizarre scene he'd seen yet in the hysterical madhouse that the tickler had made for his friends. A pure white room, devoid of anything except two features. A yawning pit in the center squirmed with movement and the floating forms of Kaito Momota and Chihiro Fujisaki currently engaged in grappling with the tentacles that had come out of it. The two were struggling with the tendrils and utterly failing at stopping their slimy tips from teasing them while dragging them about. Chihiro was squeaking like he was deflating as one had invaded his navel while another held his ankles still to tease his soles. Kaito had a pair of them in each pit lapping up and down, while his feet were in a similar situation to Chi's. The pit in the center had a great and slimy tongue that eagerly awaited the two pairs of feet being dragged towards it. In the corner of the screen was a bird's eye view of the naked forms of Fujisaki and Momota both in VR headsets. They struggled and squirmed on the bed and did their best until Fujisaki yelled something out.

"Momota-kun! They're ticklish! The tentacles are ticklish!"

The two then began tickling the tentacles grabbing them from all angles in a mad attempt at getting themselves free from them. In the world of VR they were trapped in they'd been dragged down far enough that the tongue was having a snack of Kaito's large and sweaty soles as well as Chihiro's dainty and petite peds. They tried their best to tickle their way out of the tentacles wrapped around them while in the real world the two wrapped each other in their arms and tickled desperately at whatever they could get their hands on. The feeling of the tongue at their feet was supplied by somebody in a mask who was very clearly enjoying their work, based on how much attention they were paying to the toes.

Shuichi was losing his mind, his penis ached so much and the Tickler kept teasing his armpits whenever he tried to reach it. Like a naughty child though he couldn't help it. When the tickler hoisted him off the ground and sat down on the bed he was teary-eyed wondering what new humiliation was coming. The Tickler sat him on his lap and lightly teased the detective's chest, long black hair falling from beneath his mask. Shuichi couldn't think about it though, he'd clasped his hands around his cock and was moaning like an animal as he pumped it. His mind had checked out and only instincts were left as he sprayed all over his hands and slumped against the tickler's shoulder.

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Shuichi's ears burned bright red as he watched the video again. The way he just crumpled up like a napkin and dozed off right in the arms of a man who'd just broken into his home and tickled him into a cummy puddle still filling him with shame. It had been yet another month since that incident and this time nobody had checked up on him afterward. When Shuichi had awoken after that, he'd been safely tucked into his bed, with his feet poking out from beneath the covers. He'd wiggled his toes and found them dripping wet causing him to groan.

Since then he'd been finding more and surprises the tickler left around his house and growing more terrified after each one. Every single pair of socks or footwear in his home were gone, the Tickler had been quite thorough about that, even getting the pair of fluffy open-toed slippers he'd been given as a gift by Kokichi. He'd blushed just looking for them as the little gremlin had known he didn't like people looking at his feet when he'd given them to him. They were gone from their spot in the back of his closet (thankfully trap-free) and had been replaced with a note reading "You'd look delicious in these but not right now. Can't have you going anywhere."

Shuichi wanted to leave but a note was fixed to the door of his apartment. It was another of the changes the Tickler had done to his home. It warned that ticklish boys would not like this door at all and to illustrate its point had another drawing of one of Saihara's feet on it. Painstakingly done, just looking at the foot made Shuichi's mouth dry and the fluffy feathers done in watercolor made him shift in his seat. Whenever he tried to sleep, the light from the hallway would seep under the door and light it up so that he was forced to stare at it all night. If he rolled over then he would have to stare at the window and he didn't like to do that.

Shuichi felt uncomfortable in his bed now due to another of the Ticklers additions. Right at the foot of his bed was a pair of heavy wooden ankle stocks, mounted onto the bedframe. Protruding from either side of them was a pair of mechanical hands that ended in cartoonish white gloves. They mainly hung inert but still, Shuichi didn't like them at all. The message engraved into the stocks reading "REST YOUR FEET, WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM" he liked even less. He'd never seen them move but at night occasionally he swore he felt touches on his body.

The final of the Ticklers gifts was the worst undisputably. Shuichi's computer now no longer responded to anything he did. Clicking, typing, or even unplugging it did nothing. All it did was play videos from the Ticklers site at full volume and of its own accord. It didn't just cycle through the streams of the various other Ultimates tickly humiliations that he'd already seen. It also now played recordings of what it called "The Best of the Ticklish Gumshoe Shuichi" treating Saihara to his various humiliations which had apparently been recorded through unknown means.

Shuichi flailing about as the Tickler held his ankles and teased his soles before going up against his chicken legs and playing with the ticklish ass atop them. Shuichi sitting in his chair and stroking himself as the mechanical arms teased and tickled his chest, his eyes reflecting the hypnotic colors on his computer screen. Shuichi sitting on his bed with his sheets over his head, shaking in fear and nervously covering one foot with the other as they poked out from beneath his coverings. Shuichi rolled up tight in his own mattress atop Kaito, the two of them tickling each other as the Tickler feathered their soles. It even had some new content for him so he wouldn't get bored. A scene played of when Shuichi thought he was alone and had decided to tease his own toes with a discarded feather. The way he covered his mouth when he snorted made Shuichi roll his eyes and throw a pillow at his computer.

It missed by a mile but the scene still changed the screen now jumping between the three newest residents of the Tickler's collection. In one room a giant piggy bank sat atop the bed, poking from it's snout was a certain blonde-headed Ultimate Heir who was pleading with viewers to stop pledging money to the Tickler. Every cent given would activate the machine inside the piggy bank for another minute. Byakuya's mad stalker, Toko Fukawa now turned to his jailer directed attention to the portion of the screen that displayed the inside of the bank. At the moment the multiple car-wash style soapy brushes sat idle and Byakuya's naked body glistened with the pristine clean that only a two-hour session of non-stop invasive brushing could accomplish. Toko reminded all the viewers to make sure to give a big hand to Byakuya for signing over this old temple on Togami family land to become the Tickler's gallery before pressing her feet to his face and beginning to dance her toes on his ticklish nose.

Shuichi hid his face at how he'd never suggested to Kirigiri about how they should have checked closer at what Byakuya had done when he was missing. Still, the sheer age of the temple felt as if it was some kind of clue that he should think about. Who would know about things like that? The screen changed again and now showed a room where a man was strapped down to a cold metal table. The pink-haired victim's feet were upturned and exposed to various red lasers that traced along his long soles. Kazuichi Souda the Ultimate Mechanic tried to pull at the pair of metallic stocks his wrists were trapped in but they held fast. His fingers had been individually bound back and secured to the stocks leaving his palms helpless as the bubbly toes of his tormentor teased along them. The Ultimate Princess's eyes swirled with the effects of the same kind of brainwashing that had been going around but somewhere deep in there she was enjoying Kazuichi's mad laughter. Her wrists were bound behind her back tightly with red rope and again synapses in Shuichi's head fire off, trying to bring deductive reasoning through the tickling-induced fog.

The scene changed once more and showed Kaito and Chihiro's shared room again. This time though they had a new player in their game. Laying between the two was the reserve course student, Hajime Hinata. Just like them he'd been stripped completely and wore only the VR headset. Now however things had changed a bit formerly the three had been in the simulation of Zero-G with a tentacle monster pulling them down to lick at their soles. Now the scenario had the three in what seemed to be a fighting game. They faced off against what seemed to be a large and imposing masked wrestler. Their attempts to grapple with him always ended the same. Kaito's attempt to punch him ended with him on the ground, stretched in a full-nelson and wailing as the wrestler's toes explored the backs of his thighs. Chihiro's attempt at a kick led to a trip and then the slight programmer lifted by the ankles and tittering as their small soles were fingered and teased. Hajime tried to use his impressive chest to catch the villain in a bearhug but ended up begging for mercy as the horny performer gave his "pecs" a tongue-lashing. The three of them wailed in their virtual tickle prison but weren't able to thrash as much as before. This was due to the set of stocks trapping all six of their ankles and leaving them free to play a second round of Footsies with The Ultimate Gamer, Nanami Chiaki as she used a controller to dominate them in the game as well. Every time the three of them tapped out, she'd switch characters and mumble something about humanity being beautiful.

Shuichi finally connected the dots in his head and figured something out. He needed to reach Kirigiri at once! He'd figured out who the Ultimate Tickler was! He reached for his phone and unlocked it, only for a video to auto-play. A pale stomach was shown in what was very clearly his bed and as he desperately tried to get his phone to do phone things instead of this it continued. Bandaged fingers danced along the skinny tum of Shuichi as he giggled in his sleep. He supposed the Tickler must have filmed this at any of the times he had him at his mercy. He giggled in his own bed at the teasing fingering his stomach underwent as the real Shuichi threw the device across the room. Summoning all of his courage he headed for the door, trying to not look at the picture of his tortured foot on it and bracing for whatever kind of mechanism the Tickler might have ready for him.
His mind was racing with ideas like mechanical hands, hidden stocks, dropping him into a pit of nibble fish, or just the Tickler himself grabbing him for yet another humiliation but the knob turned in his hand normally making him sigh with relief.

Shuichi let out a sigh of relief at having been tricked again but walked face-first into the Ultimate who he'd least wanted to see accompanied by the Ultimate he never wanted to see. Korekiyo and Kokichi let themselves in despite Shuichi trying to force his way out. They closed the door behind them in a panicked fashion and let out a sigh of relief at finally feeling safe.

"Wowee Shuichi! I'm surprised the Tickler didn't get you yet! All the other people he's snapped up but here you are never leaving your apartment safe as can...be...uhhhh..."

Kokichi's teasing died in his throat as he took in the sight of Shuichi's apartment presented by the Ultimate Tickler. His eyes went from the heavy stocks on Shuichi's bed to the constantly blaring tickle porn on the computer to the piles of feathers on the floor from Shuichi sweeping them off to sleep. He turned and saw the drawing of the tickled foot on his door and had nothing left to say. Shinguji's golden eyes followed Kokichi's but he'd always been much more respectful of others' kinks.

"NO! I-IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! KOKICHI I-"

"eehehee...Kaito...stahahp...it-it tihihickles..."

Shuichi's phone was also still playing the video of the tickler teasing him through the night. That had made even Korekiyo pause, which was good because Shuichi had put the clues together and deduced that he was indeed the Ultimate Tickler.

"KOKICHI WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! IT'S HIM! KIYO'S THE TICKLER! HE'S THE ONE KIDNAPPING EVERYBODY AND WHO KEEP TICKLING ME!"

"What?! Shuichi I've been hiding from that pervert for days just like all the others-"

"SHUICHI DID YOU ALWAYS THIS KIND OF RAGING FETISH?! I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE VERY CLEARLY THE TICKLER YOURSELF!" Kokichi screamed, interrupting Kiyo's attempt to defend himself. The Supreme Leaders' panic was infectious and both of them ran for the door to escape Shuichi's home. The second Kokichi's hand touched the knob though a loud siren went off and dozens of hidden tricks went off.

Mechanical hands descended from the ceiling above the door coming out of previously hidden panels. They lifted up Kokichi by his armpits and began spinning him around, tearing off his clothes and weaving in duct tape carefully around his small body. When the hands brought Kokichi down he had been almost completely cocooned in the shiny metallic strips. His impressive cock jutted from between a few strips but besides that, the only parts of him that protruded from it were his neck and ankles and everything above and below them respectively. His attempt to scream for help was silenced by one of Shuichi's socks being clapped to his face and then duct-taped over his nose and mouth. Kokichi's attempt to shriek only drew it more of the faint, wet smell of Saihara-chan's tootsies which had an aroma of old paper and smoke that they had accrued from all the time he'd spent in libraries with other detectives. It was in no way unpleasant and Kokichi was finding himself gulping it down greedily as his still-shoed feet were lowered into a tank if water that ascended up from another hidden panel beneath the floor. The tiny fish inside went to work quickly and nibbled their way through the shoe-leather and sock-cloth to get at Kokichi's cute treasures while he snorted like an addict at Shuichi's smell.

Korekiyo panicked at the sight of Kokichi's fate not only being a tickly demise out of a nightmare but also blocking off the way out. He turned to Shuichi's window and ran for it but didn't see the easy chair in the corner turn to follow him. It slid across the floor and took the legs right out from under the tall psychopath forcing him into a reclining position. Once more a secret panel in the floor opened up and this time a set of stocks popped up from the floor, they clanked shut on Korekiyo's booted ankles. An automated duct tape roller whirred and soon just like Kokichi he was mummified from the neck down in the shiny material. More of those damn hands and unzipped Korekiyo's mask before shoving in one of Kokichi's socks and duct taping it down onto his face under his mask. Smells of grease paint and the kind of precociousness that came from hiding itching-powder in your shoes filled his nostrils and made him go limp. This made it easy for another set of mechanical hands to use a knife and begin cutting out the soles of his boots.

Shuichi saw his friends melting at the tickle teasing and was going through a crisis, he'd thought Korekiyo was the Tickler but here he was slowly melting into a puddle as the robotic hands kneaded and tweaked the long sole and short toes of one of his feet while the other was treated to a light one-finger scritching. He took a step back and thudded into somebody he didn't remember being behind him. Before he could do anything the tall man had grabbed his wrists and pulled him onto the bed. The cracking of duct tape was heard and suddenly Shuichi's wrists were stuck together. He looked up to see the masked form of the Tickler before he felt teeth close on his earlobe. They started to grind the sensitive flesh between them as he tittered and keened. His legs were kicking wildly but that fit the Tickler's purpose just fine. He undid Shuichi's belt and pulled down his boxers before patiently waiting for Shuichi's cock to flop into his grasp.

Shuichi tried to cry out but the duct tape silenced him. Something was placed over his nose and mouth and the shiny tape kept it there. Shuichi's head filled with an aroma of dried leaves, well-kept leather, and strongest of all, rope. He knew instantly this was Korekiyo's sock and took down another big gulp of the smell as the tickler ran his thumb around the head of his cock. Meanwhile, Kokichi's shoes had given up the defense and were now filled with squirming nibble fish while Korekiyo's massage came to an end and was replaced with a ticklish toe-tapping. The Ultimate Anthropologist's genitals were fished out of his trousers so that his cock could join the other two's in being denied until the three went through a toe-curling ticklish orgasm in perfect synchrony, then another and another until all three were squeezed out like tubes of toothpaste. They lost consciousness shortly and the Tickler set to work.

Shuichi awoke later, unsure of how long he'd been out. The Tickler was gone and had taken Korekiyo and Kokichi with him. The various tickle machines that had been previously hidden away now hung out and though inactive made Shuichi shiver. At least he would have if he wasn't so comfy at the moment, before the Tickler had left he'd spent time with the Junior Detective. Undressing him, bathing him, and then re-dressing him in a fluffy bathrobe before propping him up in his easy chair. Shuichi's feet rested atop the pair of heavy ankle stocks that had previously kept Kiyo hostage and now his pale feet were clad in a pair of fluffy slippers that he wiggled his toes inside before sighing contentedly. A cup of warm cocoa sat beside him and the steam coming off it further confused Shuichi's interpretation of the Tickler's timeframe for all this.

His pondering of that and enjoyment of the moment both ended simultaneously as his computer roared to life. The Tickler had done more work on it and expertly installed what seemed to be a projector. It shone to life alongside other ones he'd placed in Shuichi's room to light up each of the four walls of his cell...err room with the footage from more of the Tickler's streams. To make matters worse now with his newfound popularity the Tickler seemed to have enabled comments and now they scrolled along the walls as well overlapping the images of his friends writhing and laughing. A few were the anonymous inanity but the majority were aggressive and concerning saying things like, *WHY ARE SHUICHI-CHAN'S FEET HIDDEN?! GIVE THEM BACK! GIVE THEM BACK!* or *Please Mr. Tickler, my address is in a private message. Take me too and tie me tight when I laugh*

They disturbed Shuichi and he hated them but they constantly intruded on ticklish tableaus in front of him so he couldn't help but see them. He watched as on one screen Kokichi thrashed and begged. The Ultimate Supreme Leader sat in a straight jacket and nothing else atop a small bed that seemed to be designed for a child that deserved better. *Eeeee he's my favorite! I've wanted to see him screaming for help for so looooong* An old-timey harlequin loomed over it in what might have been decoration at one point but was now demonic. Motors whirred in it as the Tickler had expertly mechanized it to now move in inhuman and stiff motions. *It's my dream to see boys in this nightmare, Ultimate Tickler is the best* Its hands came up and plucked at the defenseless Kokichi. Its fingers made rubbery noises as they scraped each other while rubbing along Kokichi's ticklish skin and plucking at his defenseless toes. *Look at the little piggies make him squeal* Kokichi's laughter mixed with others as he wasn't given a private room due to the Tickler's popularity.*Can't sleep, clown will tickle me* *His feet are so little! I could fit them on my desk hehehe*

He looked away from that one and was treated to the sight of what had become of Korekiyo. The tall Ultimate was now wearing only his mask. *He looks so good in it but I think he'd look better if I could get in it* he struggled in the red ropes wrapped around him and the muscular man who shared fate. Shuichi recognized Mondo Oowada as the other one and winced at the shot the camera gave that showed the contrast between Kiyo's elegant soles and the large and meaty feet that the biker had himself. *All four on my face Mr. Tickler please and thanks* the two of them were secured to some kind of platform that elevated and lowered them before a dazed-looking Kirigiri. When Kiyo and Mondo's feet were before her she tickled and licked at them. *Lucky girl, must have rubbed off her bf* When they were lowered a different two pairs came up. The camera switched and showed the other platform's two residents, Kiyotaka Ishimura and Yasuhiro Hagakure. Their feet would come in reach of Kirigiri and she'd tickled them with the same abandon until their thrashing cause them to lower and the other two to get it. *Is this scales of justice or a see-saw? Hot either way.*

The sight made Shuichi wince and a quick look at the other two streams was just more. *I know a boy who looks just like Shuichi, private message me for his address and when he's alone* In one room Fuyuhiko was pressed in between Gonta and Nekomaru and was sucking and nibbling at the two's chests while they stroked and tickled his little feet. *Unnnh daddies and sons and all of it* in another room he saw Kaito and Chihiro's room had another occupant now. Pressed against Hajime as if he was looking for comfort was the Ultimate Animator, Ryota Mitarai. His thin arms barely being able to reach around the Reserve Course student's thick waist. *TICKLE HIS TITS, TICKLE HIS TITS! RYOTA GET YOU SOME MILK* Chiaki's game had changed again and now the four seemed to be trapped in a dating sim where she was asking them what kind of bondage devices they'd like to be strapped into. *Shuichi is ao cute in that robe but he'd look even cuter with me in it with him making him cry* All while her nimble toes devoured their helpless soles of course. Something was wrong in that room though, Shuichi looked at the victims and grew more and more sure of it. Barely noticing as the window to his apartment slid open behind him and a masked figure climbed in.

A crash behind woke Shuichi from the horrid daydream he was having about himself at the mercy of the young lady who seemed obsessed with his fingers. His eyes went wide as he looked back and saw a masked figure struggling on his bed. The Ultimate Tickler had stepped into Shuichi's room with the intention of having even more fun with his favorite Ultimate but had slipped on something and ended up crashing into Shuichi's bed. Unbelievably the stocks at the head and foot of the bed had crashed shut and trapped his wrists above his head and ankles together. Shuichi couldn't believe it. He looked over to see his discarded phone where the Tickler had stepped on it and giggled at it all. He slipped the bathrobe off into a fluffy pile with a shrug and stood naked shining over the Ultimate Tickler who was now helpless before him. He crawled atop him and kicking off his slippers, used his talented toes to help de-shoe the sadist.

He then reached up and slipped off the man's mask before blinking in surprise. Even trapped in stocks with another man atop the twin red-eyes stared at him from the pool of jet-black hair that had formed when the mask had come off with an unmistakable expression. Dry and utter boredom was how Izuru Kamakura looked at most things and even as Shuichi stared at him in utter amazement, he responded with a yawn. Shuichi looked up at the wall display of who he'd thought was Hajime Hinata, the alter-ego of the man beneath him. On closer inspection, he realized that the man whose chest Mitarai was burying in the face was the secretive classmate who they all only knew as The Ultimate Impostor.

"Yes, you were tricked and now I'm your prisoner. I could lie and say I'm not Ticklish and perhaps you'd believe me due to my Ultimate skills at Speechcraft and Deception but it would be so very boring as all it would take is a few taps that on my long and seemingly endless list of Ultimate Skills that Ticklee comes right after Tickler."

Shuichi's brow deepened and his hands went into the Tickler's pits to find that his words were true. The muscles inside made Kamakura wrinkle his nose and giggle quite pleasingly in a way that made Shuichi's ears heat up. He teased a finger along Kamakura's stomach and found it quite cute how the man tried to curl up and defend the abdominals there but couldn't. The second he stopped tickling him though the smile on his face disappeared the look of terminal boredom returned.

"Finished? Already? How boring."

"D-Do you want me to tickle you? Why are you acting like this?!"

"The skills of the Ultimate Psychologist mean nothing at all when all you have to do is bend down and put your lips to my stomach to make me beg so I'll just say it. I am the Ultimate at everything. Mechanic, Programmer, Hairdresser, Sadist, Criminal...and Slut. Now if you would? I've grown quite bored."

This didn't feel right to Shuichi. He put his lips to Kamakura's belly and blew and the Ultimate Hope did indeed wail. He ran his fingers along his thighs through the material of his slacks and he thrashed and when Shuichi nuzzled his feet close to Kamakura's to run a toe along his sole he did both whine and giggle simultaneously. This was a real person he was tickling, it felt really good but had this really happened? Shuichi stuck a finger in Kamakura's navel and swirled it about but caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Amidst all the swirling comments about what people wish they could do to him, Kamakura and others he saw a faint red light. Just a dot of red light from through his window that he never really liked to look at.

That little dot of light for a second seemed to illuminate a camera, lighting equipment, and even an entire stage out there that was dedicated to recording everything happening in here. Shuichi's mouth was open as he looked at it prompting Izuru to clear his throat and loudly proclaim that if he got more bored then he would never help Shuichi free his friends. That was an empty threat of course because Shuichi could keep him here and tickle him for as long as he wanted. Coming up with new and interesting things to do Kamakura's sexy size 14 feet until he freed each of them. One at a time, of course, that way there couldn't be any tricks. After he did it Shuichi might still keep him put him in a few of those rooms and even climb in along him for some extra fun-he was forgetting something.

He looked back at his window and saw nothing but the red light of an advertising sign and the night sky which of course was all he would see, He did live on the fifth floor. Still, he felt like he was really forgetting something. Something important he'd seen and his brain was struggling to remember it and also to get the person who thought his name was Shuichi Saihara to look away from the window. The light of that sign always gave him a headache and he could see a stain of pre-cum starting to form in the lap of Izuru's suit pants. Those would have to come off he supposed. It was all still so unreal how he'd won like this. But it did happen.


Didn't it?