Ticklishboy30
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Rainbow Falls
Under the brilliance of the Creator’s moon, Jason, Charles, Phoenix, and Luke basked in their own paradise. It was the first time all four had the chance to play and make love together in the same place.
“Thahahat tihihickles,” Charles giggled in a boyish tone.
The superhero’s back arched, his pale buttocks lifting off the billowy moss bed Jason had conjured for their play and rest. He was naked, tied spread-eagle, vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him bound. His emerald eyes sparkled, reflecting the joy and love-fueled passion for his three soulmates that overflowed in his heart.
Luke’s tongue traced the base of the blonde’s wiggling toes on his right foot, slipping between each phalange. He adored the light, squealing giggles that rose from his foot worship.
“I’m gohonhonna enjoy plahayhaying with your feeheeheet, after you cuhuhum,” the helpless male cried.
Jason, stationed at the left foot, suckled each toe in succession, beginning with the big toe. He grew aroused watching the strong, muscular body writhe in ecstasy, feeling the soft, bare foot squirm and jump against his face.
The fairy and the green-skinned male linked minds, synchronizing their movements. Their tongues traced the entire surface of the sole before them, while twenty soft fingertips gently stroked the pale, milky tops and sides of the bound feet and toes.
“That’s increhrehehedible,” Charles exclaimed.
Blonde locks of silky hair framed the hero’s head like a golden halo. His creamy neck and pronounced Adam’s apple—bobbing with each swallow—were fully exposed and on display. His eyes were closed as his back and legs slid and wriggled against the soft, earthy bedding. He whimpered and giggled as countless fingers caressed, tickled, and roamed the vast, fleshy terrain of his restrained body.
The giggling turned to moans and mews of sheer pleasure when Phoenix’s oral organ rimmed him. He squeaked and gasped, overwhelmed by the love flowing between him and his mates.
“Are you ready, our strong and loving teddy bear?” the unrestrained trio asked, speaking in one voice.
Charles was too aroused to speak, so he simply nodded as tears of joy streaked his face.
The next morning, Dusty and Spirit were tasked with waking their big brothers for a hearty sunrise breakfast—their first as a complete blended family. Thomas chuckled while flipping the bacon, knowing that three of his older boys were about to experience the joys of having younger, mischievous siblings. His redheaded child, meanwhile, was about to relive his late teen years, when he’d been woken by the younger duo.
Dusty used his speed to reach the top of the waterfall. Spirit transformed into his eagle form, soared into the sky, and the two met at the edge of the forest.
They saw the four men curled up and tangled together in a heap, and the scene was so endearing that the younger duo almost didn’t want to disturb them. Luke was snuggling Charles, who was cuddling Phoenix, who was holding Jason. All four were softly snoring, their penises semi-hard, each with a thin line of drool trailing from the corners of their mouths. Dusty snickered and snapped a photo with his phone.
Working quickly and silently, they repositioned the ankles of Charles, Phoenix, and Jason, tying them with a thick rope made of vines that Dusty had braided in seconds. Since Luke couldn’t be tickled, Dusty had another idea for his wake-up call—he transformed into his wolf form. Spirit shifted again and began tickling his brothers.
Phoenix stirred first, followed by Charles, and finally Jason, each giggling as they woke.
“Charles/Chucky, it’s too early for tickles,” Jason and Phoenix groaned.
“I’m not tickling you guys—someone's tickling me!”
Luke yelped when something heavy and furry landed on him. He squirmed and squealed as a floppy tongue licked his face and neck.
“What the heck!” he screeched, struggling to escape the wolf tasting his skin “Dusty? Please, tell me that's you, and not some random wolf.”
The wolf chuffed and slightly nodded it's head.
“Spirit!” the semi-helpless, thoroughly tickled heroes cried out, giggling and squealing as the giant eagle used its wing feathers to tickle their bare soles.
“Ack… Help me…” Luke squealed, trying to fend off the licks. The animal’s tongue kept slipping into his mouth, making him sputter and spit. “Eww, this wolf needs a breath mint!”
Dusty huffed and launched a licking assault on his brother’s ears, snorting when the older man squealed like a child.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… You don’t need a mint!” Luke retracted, giggling and writhing.
After a few more minutes, the heroes were fully awake and hollered, “Okay, okay—you two win! We’re up! We’re up!”
Dusty and Spirit returned to human form, bumped hips, high-fived, and did a happy dance before leaping onto their brothers, showering them with cuddles and kisses.
“So, this is what it's like having playful and adorable baby brothers,” Luke said, giggling as he kissed each of them.
“Yeah, and I’ve missed it,” Phoenix replied, blushing.
“To Joy City, you guys might be four of the most kick-ass heroes—but to us, you’re just four big teddy bears,” Spirit said with a grin.
The slightly older men playfully growled at their younger brothers as Charles’s eyes began to glow.
Dusty and Spirit yelped as their bodies lifted off the ground, hovering in midair. “Hey, put us down!” they cried, squirming and giggling.
Phoenix chuckled. “Not yet, little brothers.”
Vines coiled around the helpless pair’s wrists and ankles, while disembodied pink hands tugged on each limb, drawing them above their heads and suspending the squealing men horizontally—level with the others’ waists.
“You're gonna be the most amazing, loving big brothers—and let us go, right?” Dusty asked, voice trembling with hopeful mischief.
“C’mon, baby bros. You know you’re dying to share some laughs with your big bros,” Charles teased, his chuckle low and knowing.
The helpless pair squirmed and writhed in the inescapable bindings, their limbs twitching with anticipation.
Dusty squeaked, then burst into a stream of helpless giggles as Phoenix’s fingertips danced across the center of his arches. His feet jerked wildly, flipping up and down like startled fish, while his legs rubbed frantically against each other in a futile attempt to escape. His toes curled, splayed, and flexed in chaotic rhythm, each movement betraying the ticklish torment.
“Heh! I always loved hearing your giggles, Dusty,” Phoenix murmured, eyes gleaming.
“Watch your back, Big Red,” Dusty gasped between laughs, his voice cracking with playful defiance. He yelped sharply as a smack landed on his rear, his back arching like a bowstring drawn tight.
“So, you like feathers, huh, birdie boy?” Luke asked, his tone syrupy with tease, a devious smirk tugging at his lips.
Spirit thrashed, his body twisting like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, as two pink feathers hovered ominously over his bare stomach. He squeaked, turning his head away, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
“What’s wrong, Spirit? You’re not afraid of these two feathers, are you?” the fairy giggled, his eyes flashing with impish delight.
One feather’s tip began tracing slow, deliberate circles around the rim of Spirit’s light tan belly button. His stomach jerked with each pass, muscles fluttering like leaves in a breeze. A high-pitched giggle burst from his lips, uncontrollable and sharp. “Nohohohot thehehere!” he squealed, voice cracking with ticklish panic.
“Ready for feather two?”
“Nohoho… nohohot the sehehecond onhonhone!” he gasped, eyes wide and pleading.
The second feather joined the dance, swirling along the walls of his deep, recessed navel. Its tip teased the button with maddening precision. Spirit’s back arched, and he let out a squeal so shrill it startled a nearby flock of birds.
“Nooo… nohohot myhyhy pihihits and feeheeheet!” Dusty wailed, his laughter cascading into wild, breathless waves. His body thrashed in place, tears streaming down his cheeks as he drowned in a sea of hysterics.
Phoenix skated his fingernails across Dusty’s trapped soft soles, eliciting sharp kicks and squeals, while Charles teased the nearly hairless hollows of his armpits with devilish glee.
“Hey, wolf boy, are you still ticklish here?” Jason teased, flashing a boyish grin as he wiggled his fingers ominously.
Two tiny, slender green leaves began their assault on the eldest Windsong boy’s exposed, smooth stomach, dipping into his navel with leafy precision. The forest rang with his piercing, melodic shrieks, echoing like a chorus of mischievous sprites.
“I think you boys have laughed enough. Time for a bath,” Charles said, giggling.
Dusty and Spirit lay panting, their chests heaving, eyes wide with dread. “N…No… You… W…Wouldn't,” they stammered in unison, voices trembling.
Luke and Charles grinned, lifting the boys with a flick of magic, their bodies floating helplessly over the lake.
“Babes, get our brothers a little to the left—we don’t want them near shallow water,” Phoenix said, eyes gleaming. “Yes! Right there.”
From the shore, Thomas doubled over with laughter, watching his boys squirm and squeal, arms flailing as they begged for mercy.
Then—without warning—the magic snapped. The boys screeched, limbs flailing midair, and just before they hit the water, the vines vanished. They plunged in with a splash so forceful it sent a geyser skyward. Luke grinned and summoned the arched spray, sending it hurtling toward his new honorary dad.
“Oh, crap!” Thomas yelped as the water drenched him. He sputtered, then laughed, glaring up at the boys—three of whom were pointing at Luke, who wore the innocent grin of a mischievous angel.
“Just wait, Fairy boy.”
Before anyone could react, a long shadowy rope whipped through the air and ensnared the group. The young men squirmed and struggled, giggling and squealing as they were dragged off the ledge, hovering helplessly over the lake.
“Yeah! Get ’em, Dad!” Dusty cheered, voice hoarse from laughter.
Screams erupted through the trees as Charles, Phoenix, Luke, and Jason were dropped into the water, their splash echoing like thunder through the forest.
When the quartet surfaced, they grinned as Charles and Luke combined their magic. Before Thomas realized what was happening, he was splashing into the lake—his six boys giggling and laughing.
“That was awesome. I've never seen anyone get the drop on Dad,” Spirit said.
“Payback,” Thomas replied with a smirk.
“No matter what it is, it’s worth it, Papa Bear,” Charles said.
Thomas giggled and caught the overgrown blonde boy as he launched himself into the Shaman’s arms, cuddling and kissing him.
“I missed my Charles—and all my grown boys.”
Thomas loved getting the group hug from three of his four adopted kids.
“We missed you too,” Charles, Jason, and Phoenix said in unison.
Luke joined the love fest and squealed when his new dad dunked him.
“Love you, Luke.”
“Love you more, Papa Growling Bear.”
While eating, Thomas asked if Phoenix, Charles, and Luke had time for some sparring and a little training before they left. He also asked Jason to go on patrol with Dusty and Spirit to reacquaint himself with the forest, since he was rejoining the forest rangers. He was pleased when the young men agreed to his request.
“By the way, that was some fireworks display you boys created last night,” the Shaman added with an impish grin.
The Windsong men erupted in laughter as the other four curled into each other, brightly blushing.
The lone blonde’s sparkling green eyes glowed. He and his three lovers giggled uncontrollably when Thomas, Dusty, and Spirit jumped and yelped after being slapped on the back of their heads by magical blue hands. He shrugged and said, “You're not ticklish, Papa Bear, so a boy’s gotta be creative.”
“I’m gonna enjoy taking you down, my little blonde boy,” Thomas playfully threatened.
“Hey, I might win. Did you ever think of that?”
Thomas laughed and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the giggling boy.
“Is that a challenge, Mr. Smiles?”
Before he could answer, Luke, Phoenix, Jason, Dusty, and Spirit all jumped up. They leapt around, performing flying kicks, cartwheels, flips, and somersaults, then cheered:
“Chuck! Chuck! He's no schmuck. Tickle his butt, he’ll squeal and buck. YAY! THAT'S OUR CHUCK!”
Thomas was coughing from laughing so hard.
Charles growled at his mates and brothers as his eyes began to glow.
The forest echoed with shrill shrieks and squeals from the naked male cheerleaders as they were suspended in the air, magically paddled by invisible hands. When the magic stopped, the spanked parties ganged up on their teddy bear and tackled him before he could escape.
“You’re in so much trouble, sexy boy,” Luke said.
“Crap!” Charles exclaimed.
The half-fairy conjured a long pink bandage that bound the struggling victim’s pale ankles, wound its way up his muscular legs, encircled his chiseled abs, wrapped around his rock-hard chest and bulging arms, and stopped just below his neck.
Charles squirmed and wriggled inside the mummified prison, discovering he was completely trapped. The helpless magic user’s sparkly eyes were wide, darting left to right, not wanting to miss the slightest movement around him. His toes wiggled and flexed, wrinkling his pale, curved arches.
He squeezed his eyes shut and squealed like a little boy on Christmas morning, then burst into uncontrollable giggles as Dusty—now transformed into a wolf—gave him a ticklish tongue bath.
“N…not between the tohohoes…” he nearly screeched. The tickling was already driving him to the edge, and it had only just begun.
Luke giggled, sensing his restrained lover mentally questioning the intensity of the tickles. “It’s the magic spell on the bandage,” he said. “It’s making you three times more ticklish, my sweet hero boy.”
“THREE TIMES?”
Everyone laughed at the blonde’s outburst.
“Lukey, you covered Chuckie’s butt,” Phoenix whined, pouting.
The brunette giggled as he reached up to ruffle the red locks of hair, saying, “Don't worry, my sexy country boy. If you tickle his butt, you'll only feel skin.”
Spirit transformed into his eagle form and hovered over his brother’s exposed neck. He perched on Charles’s chest and used his tail feathers to tickle the soft, pale skin of the squirming man's neck and under his chin.
Everyone’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as they watched the bandage-covered body arch, twist, wriggle, and writhe, while ear-splitting, screechy laughter poured from his gaping, cavernous mouth.
“Luke… you're dead,” Charles managed to gasp between fits of laughter, as Phoenix gleefully tickled his man’s sexy butt.
“Oh, this is too cute,” Jason said, giggling. He and the others were visibly aroused, captivated by the lively, animated display.
Charles was drenched in sweat and tears, saliva streaming from the corners of his mouth and spraying anyone close enough to get hit. Beneath the wrappings, he was hard as a rock—teetering on the edge of his happy ending.
Sensing their brother’s impending orgasm, the Windsong brothers backed up, returned to their human form, and giggled as they each kissed the hero’s aquiline nose, making him giggle and blush.
The three playful young men surrounded their helpless mate. They each used one hand to lovingly caress and stroke his body through the bandage, and their other hands stroked a lover’s manhood. They were all worked up and ready to bust a nut, so it wasn't long before Charles moaned in pleasure, as he released his seed. That was all Phoenix, Luke, and Jason needed to follow his lead, and shoot their thick, creamy loads.
A little later, Jason, Dusty, and Spirit were out on forest patrol, while Thomas worked with his older boys.
The Shaman gazed into the younger men's eyes and said firmly, “Luke, Charles, I know you're not used to the way I do things. Phoenix is, so take your cues from him. Now, Charles, this will be a no-tickling spar. You’ll need to look deep within yourself to find the core of your strength and learn how to tap into it. You’ll also have to think quickly and come up with alternative ways to defeat an opponent. None of us are going easy on each other—make every blow or spell count. In a real battle, you only get so many chances before you lose. Don’t worry about causing pain or injury to anyone, including yourself. I can magically heal all of you—and myself—if needed.”
Charles hung his head and said softly, “I… I don’t know if I can do this, Papa Growling Bear. Before yesterday, I’d never been in a real fight. I don’t know how to physically defend myself with force. I’m not sure I even can. I don’t think violence is in me.”
Phoenix placed his hands on Charles’s shoulders, pulled him into a fierce, loving hug, and said, “You’ll learn. I know you’ve got what it takes. Let your love for us and your desire to protect guide you.”
“Well said, my son.”
Phoenix bowed slightly and replied, “Thank you, Great Shaman.”
Luke and Charles noticed there was no playfulness in the exchange—only the deepest respect.
Luke asked, “Can we use our powers?”
Thomas smiled and nodded. He knew Phoenix would relish the challenge.
“I’m sooo gonna take you down. And when you’re beaten, I’ll lick and smack your pale butt, Nixie.”
Phoenix gasped as his manhood stirred. He blushed and squirmed nervously.
Thomas laughed at the teasing and said, “Don’t be shy, Nix. We know you’re a proud, flag-waving freak.”
“Daddy Bear, that’s so unlike you,” the redhead said in shock, then giggled.
Luke and Phoenix faced off against each other. The half-fairy grinned as he conjured a portal that opened up right behind his adversary. Phoenix had learned to sense subtle shifts in the atmosphere and had a hunch about what Luke was planning. As soon as his lover’s arms appeared, he whipped out his lasso, wrapped it around the brunette’s wrists, and yanked him the rest of the way through the portal with a startled yelp.
Not giving him a chance to react, Phoenix swung the magic user overhead, then flicked his lasso and released Luke, sending him flying into the lake.
“Okay, Charles. I know you’re hesitant and unsure of yourself. I want you to let them go. Close your eyes, take a deep breath or two, calm your fears and concerns, and imagine them drifting away down a river,” Thomas said.
After he calmed down, Charles noticed he felt a bit better—and was actually excited to see what he might learn from this.
Thomas made the first move, sending a wave of energy at the younger man. It knocked Charles off balance, and then Thomas’s bare foot connected with the blonde’s chest, launching him backward. He hit the ground, winded.
“You must get up fast, my son. By now, an enemy could be standing over your corpse.”
Instead of feeling embarrassed, Charles swallowed his wounded pride and got to his feet.
“Thank you, Great Shaman,” he said, mimicking Phoenix’s respectful gesture.
The hero saw his dad preparing to launch another attack. Grinning, he took to the air, flying as fast as he could toward the mountainous brunette. He grabbed Thomas under the arms, lifted him into the sky, and dropped him into the water.
Luke and Phoenix stood on the shore, cheering their mate’s well-thought-out plan.
Charles felt a shadowy coil wrap around his ankles. He was about to fly away, but yelped as he was yanked from the sky and splashed into the lake.
Phoenix darted through the trees, dodging energy blasts hurled in his direction. At one point, he got cornered—three pink, translucent lassoes wrapped around him and tightened, yanking him to the ground.
“A little tied up, aren’t ya, Nix?” Luke teased.
The trapped redhead yelped and squirmed as the half-fairy swatted his behind with conjured magical hands. Phoenix's eyes glazed over, and he felt himself getting close to another orgasm.
Luke felt his lover's arousal, and magically lubes his cock and the redhead’s ass.
Phoenix gasped and wriggled when he felt the cock slide into his ass and assisted by backing up against the hard shaft. In and out, back and forth their bodies moved as passion-filled moans and grunts of lust came from deep inside of them, and each one hearing his skin slapping against his partner’s warm flesh.
Luke’s eyes glowed as he whispered, “Cum,” into the ginger’s ear.
With one last deep roar from their guts, the half-fairy and human shared a joint release. Sweat soaked and spent, they lay on the ground in a heap, while recovering.
“I love you, Phoenix Ash.”
“Love ya, more, Luke Drewford.”
The men's soft lips mashed together and their tongues lovingly caressed and massaged each other.
Thomas was gaining a new respect for his blond boy. Not once during their spar did Charles launch a full-on assault. Instead, he carefully devised nonviolent ways to throw Thomas off his game. Thomas was even caught off guard when his own shadow coils were seized by the hero’s conjured hands and used to bind his wrists and ankles.
After their spars, The heroes bathed in the lake, hugged and kissed Thomas, and then Luke created a portal to where Jason and their brothers were so they could hug and kiss them before heading back to the city via Luke's portal.
Joy City
After some sleep, Ignatious revised his plan. He decided to surveil the guys during the day and, when they were at their most vulnerable, nab them in person—with his androids standing by in case he couldn’t manage it himself.
Phoenix was dropped off at his apartment and shared a passionate kiss with his lovers before they parted ways for the day.
Charles giggled and kicked his legs as Luke carried him bridal-style across the portal’s threshold into the living room.
“That was adorable and unexpected, my sweet fairy boy.”
Luke grinned boyishly, his eyes sparkling. He set the smooth-skinned hero on his feet, wrapped his arms around the muscled, warm body, pulled his mate into a loving embrace, and gently rubbed the firm globes of his man’s butt cheeks.
“Always glad to offer my sexy Chuckles full service.”
Charles licked Luke’s parted, soft lips and gazed lovingly into the slightly taller brunette’s eyes. He rubbed his jeans-clad manhood against the other’s clothing-covered, aroused appendage.
“Is this where the full service ends?”
Luke’s body visibly shivered and squirmed. He inhaled sharply, his eyes glazing over.
“Well, it’s in the contract that full service must extend every possible courtesy in pursuit of satisfying every need and desire.”
The men giggled, and Luke placed his hands under his lover’s ass. Charles squeaked as he was lifted off the floor. The blonde wrapped his legs around Luke’s slender waist, his eyes glittering with excitement as he was carried into the bedroom.
*****
Luke’s day was relentless. From the moment he stepped into his office, chaos greeted him—calls, reports, demands—each one more urgent than the last. But one thing stopped him cold: an email from an unknown sender. The subject line screamed in all caps:
“FROM THE NCOJC!!!”
His stomach dropped. What the hell is NCOJC? he thought, pulse quickening as he clicked the message.
What he saw made his blood boil.
“The Normal Citizens of Joy City—NCOJC for short—demand that you immediately renounce any affiliation with so-called humans possessing superpowers. Rescind your support of these revolting beings who dare call themselves heroes.
These creatures must be shunned. They must be destroyed. They have no place in a society of real humans.
If you do not comply, consider this your one and only warning.
The NCOJC will not be held responsible for any damage, injuries, or deaths.
WE ARE AT WAR!!!”
Luke stared at the screen, his hands trembling. The words blurred as tears welled in his eyes. He wiped them away, printed the email, and immediately called the police—and then the mayor.
This wasn’t just a threat. It was a declaration.
*****
Meanwhile, Ignatious seethed. His plan to capture the fairy had slipped through his fingers, and now his patience was gone. He turned his sights on Charles—the one who seemed easiest to reach. The one who wouldn’t see it coming.
*****
Tech had been up all night, hunched over his workstation, trying to decode the android he’d been given. He couldn’t explain it, but something about the machine felt eerily familiar—like a memory he couldn’t quite reach.
Just before lunch, he broke through. The system cracked open beneath his fingers, and his eyes widened as line after line of encrypted data spilled across the screen. Then he saw it—the creator’s signature.
His breath caught.
He snatched his phone and dialed. When the voice on the other end answered, he spoke quickly, urgently.
“Phoenix, come to my workshop. I know what this android was for—and who made him… Alright. I’ll see you tonight. I just hope we don’t have to move before then.”
He hung up and immediately tried to reach Luke and Charles. No answer.
Then his screen blinked.
A new message appeared, pulsing with a red border. The sender: NCOJC.
*****
By the time Phoenix and the Mayor left, Luke still hadn’t recovered. He slumped into his office chair, exhausted and hollow. With a shaky hand, he opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of bourbon, poured a double shot, and took a slow sip. The burn did nothing to settle his nerves.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
That’s when the air shifted.
A soft hum filled the room. Above him, a portal shimmered into existence, casting flickering light across the ceiling. Before he could react, glittering dust rained down from the opening, coating his body in a sparkling haze.
His limbs went limp.
The glass slipped from his fingers, landing with a dull thud on the carpet.
His head lolled to the side.
Then—arms. Strong, deliberate. Gripping him beneath the armpits.
Luke’s body was dragged upward, disappearing into the portal as it sealed shut behind him.
The office was silent once more.
*****
Ignatious waited in the shadows of the news station’s dim parking garage, flanked by his silent androids. The air was thick with anticipation. His pulse quickened when Charles pulled in, the headlights of his Hyundai Genesis slicing through the gloom.
As soon as the journalist stepped into the elevator, Ignatious emerged from hiding. He moved swiftly, crouching beside the car and tampering with the sleek door handles—his fingers precise, methodical, almost reverent.
Time crawled.
The garage remained dark and silent, each tick of the clock echoing like a drumbeat in Ignatious’s ears. People eventually trickled out of the elevator and headed to their cars, but Charles was nowhere among them. The scientist’s impatience grew.
Two hours after the last person had left, his prey finally appeared.
Charles shuffled toward his car, eyes hollow, movements sluggish—like a man half-asleep or lost in thought. Ignatious licked his lips, watching the haggard blonde approach.
“I’ve got to help find out who’s behind this NCOJC,” Charles muttered, pulling the key fob from his pocket. He unlocked the car and remotely started the engine.
Then he reached for the door handle.
The moment his fingers lifted it, a surge of electricity exploded through his body. His eyes bulged. His head snapped back. His limbs went rubbery, and he crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap.
No one was there to witness what happened next.
A pair of arms—inhumanly strong—hoisted Charles’s limp body, slinging him over a shoulder like a discarded raincoat. Without a sound, the figure vanished into the ink-black night sky, leaving behind only the faint hum of the car’s engine and the echo of a plan unfolding.
To Be Continued in: "Adventures Of Joy City's Ticklish Heroes: Book 2
Under the brilliance of the Creator’s moon, Jason, Charles, Phoenix, and Luke basked in their own paradise. It was the first time all four had the chance to play and make love together in the same place.
“Thahahat tihihickles,” Charles giggled in a boyish tone.
The superhero’s back arched, his pale buttocks lifting off the billowy moss bed Jason had conjured for their play and rest. He was naked, tied spread-eagle, vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles, keeping him bound. His emerald eyes sparkled, reflecting the joy and love-fueled passion for his three soulmates that overflowed in his heart.
Luke’s tongue traced the base of the blonde’s wiggling toes on his right foot, slipping between each phalange. He adored the light, squealing giggles that rose from his foot worship.
“I’m gohonhonna enjoy plahayhaying with your feeheeheet, after you cuhuhum,” the helpless male cried.
Jason, stationed at the left foot, suckled each toe in succession, beginning with the big toe. He grew aroused watching the strong, muscular body writhe in ecstasy, feeling the soft, bare foot squirm and jump against his face.
The fairy and the green-skinned male linked minds, synchronizing their movements. Their tongues traced the entire surface of the sole before them, while twenty soft fingertips gently stroked the pale, milky tops and sides of the bound feet and toes.
“That’s increhrehehedible,” Charles exclaimed.
Blonde locks of silky hair framed the hero’s head like a golden halo. His creamy neck and pronounced Adam’s apple—bobbing with each swallow—were fully exposed and on display. His eyes were closed as his back and legs slid and wriggled against the soft, earthy bedding. He whimpered and giggled as countless fingers caressed, tickled, and roamed the vast, fleshy terrain of his restrained body.
The giggling turned to moans and mews of sheer pleasure when Phoenix’s oral organ rimmed him. He squeaked and gasped, overwhelmed by the love flowing between him and his mates.
“Are you ready, our strong and loving teddy bear?” the unrestrained trio asked, speaking in one voice.
Charles was too aroused to speak, so he simply nodded as tears of joy streaked his face.
The next morning, Dusty and Spirit were tasked with waking their big brothers for a hearty sunrise breakfast—their first as a complete blended family. Thomas chuckled while flipping the bacon, knowing that three of his older boys were about to experience the joys of having younger, mischievous siblings. His redheaded child, meanwhile, was about to relive his late teen years, when he’d been woken by the younger duo.
Dusty used his speed to reach the top of the waterfall. Spirit transformed into his eagle form, soared into the sky, and the two met at the edge of the forest.
They saw the four men curled up and tangled together in a heap, and the scene was so endearing that the younger duo almost didn’t want to disturb them. Luke was snuggling Charles, who was cuddling Phoenix, who was holding Jason. All four were softly snoring, their penises semi-hard, each with a thin line of drool trailing from the corners of their mouths. Dusty snickered and snapped a photo with his phone.
Working quickly and silently, they repositioned the ankles of Charles, Phoenix, and Jason, tying them with a thick rope made of vines that Dusty had braided in seconds. Since Luke couldn’t be tickled, Dusty had another idea for his wake-up call—he transformed into his wolf form. Spirit shifted again and began tickling his brothers.
Phoenix stirred first, followed by Charles, and finally Jason, each giggling as they woke.
“Charles/Chucky, it’s too early for tickles,” Jason and Phoenix groaned.
“I’m not tickling you guys—someone's tickling me!”
Luke yelped when something heavy and furry landed on him. He squirmed and squealed as a floppy tongue licked his face and neck.
“What the heck!” he screeched, struggling to escape the wolf tasting his skin “Dusty? Please, tell me that's you, and not some random wolf.”
The wolf chuffed and slightly nodded it's head.
“Spirit!” the semi-helpless, thoroughly tickled heroes cried out, giggling and squealing as the giant eagle used its wing feathers to tickle their bare soles.
“Ack… Help me…” Luke squealed, trying to fend off the licks. The animal’s tongue kept slipping into his mouth, making him sputter and spit. “Eww, this wolf needs a breath mint!”
Dusty huffed and launched a licking assault on his brother’s ears, snorting when the older man squealed like a child.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… You don’t need a mint!” Luke retracted, giggling and writhing.
After a few more minutes, the heroes were fully awake and hollered, “Okay, okay—you two win! We’re up! We’re up!”
Dusty and Spirit returned to human form, bumped hips, high-fived, and did a happy dance before leaping onto their brothers, showering them with cuddles and kisses.
“So, this is what it's like having playful and adorable baby brothers,” Luke said, giggling as he kissed each of them.
“Yeah, and I’ve missed it,” Phoenix replied, blushing.
“To Joy City, you guys might be four of the most kick-ass heroes—but to us, you’re just four big teddy bears,” Spirit said with a grin.
The slightly older men playfully growled at their younger brothers as Charles’s eyes began to glow.
Dusty and Spirit yelped as their bodies lifted off the ground, hovering in midair. “Hey, put us down!” they cried, squirming and giggling.
Phoenix chuckled. “Not yet, little brothers.”
Vines coiled around the helpless pair’s wrists and ankles, while disembodied pink hands tugged on each limb, drawing them above their heads and suspending the squealing men horizontally—level with the others’ waists.
“You're gonna be the most amazing, loving big brothers—and let us go, right?” Dusty asked, voice trembling with hopeful mischief.
“C’mon, baby bros. You know you’re dying to share some laughs with your big bros,” Charles teased, his chuckle low and knowing.
The helpless pair squirmed and writhed in the inescapable bindings, their limbs twitching with anticipation.
Dusty squeaked, then burst into a stream of helpless giggles as Phoenix’s fingertips danced across the center of his arches. His feet jerked wildly, flipping up and down like startled fish, while his legs rubbed frantically against each other in a futile attempt to escape. His toes curled, splayed, and flexed in chaotic rhythm, each movement betraying the ticklish torment.
“Heh! I always loved hearing your giggles, Dusty,” Phoenix murmured, eyes gleaming.
“Watch your back, Big Red,” Dusty gasped between laughs, his voice cracking with playful defiance. He yelped sharply as a smack landed on his rear, his back arching like a bowstring drawn tight.
“So, you like feathers, huh, birdie boy?” Luke asked, his tone syrupy with tease, a devious smirk tugging at his lips.
Spirit thrashed, his body twisting like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, as two pink feathers hovered ominously over his bare stomach. He squeaked, turning his head away, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
“What’s wrong, Spirit? You’re not afraid of these two feathers, are you?” the fairy giggled, his eyes flashing with impish delight.
One feather’s tip began tracing slow, deliberate circles around the rim of Spirit’s light tan belly button. His stomach jerked with each pass, muscles fluttering like leaves in a breeze. A high-pitched giggle burst from his lips, uncontrollable and sharp. “Nohohohot thehehere!” he squealed, voice cracking with ticklish panic.
“Ready for feather two?”
“Nohoho… nohohot the sehehecond onhonhone!” he gasped, eyes wide and pleading.
The second feather joined the dance, swirling along the walls of his deep, recessed navel. Its tip teased the button with maddening precision. Spirit’s back arched, and he let out a squeal so shrill it startled a nearby flock of birds.
“Nooo… nohohot myhyhy pihihits and feeheeheet!” Dusty wailed, his laughter cascading into wild, breathless waves. His body thrashed in place, tears streaming down his cheeks as he drowned in a sea of hysterics.
Phoenix skated his fingernails across Dusty’s trapped soft soles, eliciting sharp kicks and squeals, while Charles teased the nearly hairless hollows of his armpits with devilish glee.
“Hey, wolf boy, are you still ticklish here?” Jason teased, flashing a boyish grin as he wiggled his fingers ominously.
Two tiny, slender green leaves began their assault on the eldest Windsong boy’s exposed, smooth stomach, dipping into his navel with leafy precision. The forest rang with his piercing, melodic shrieks, echoing like a chorus of mischievous sprites.
“I think you boys have laughed enough. Time for a bath,” Charles said, giggling.
Dusty and Spirit lay panting, their chests heaving, eyes wide with dread. “N…No… You… W…Wouldn't,” they stammered in unison, voices trembling.
Luke and Charles grinned, lifting the boys with a flick of magic, their bodies floating helplessly over the lake.
“Babes, get our brothers a little to the left—we don’t want them near shallow water,” Phoenix said, eyes gleaming. “Yes! Right there.”
From the shore, Thomas doubled over with laughter, watching his boys squirm and squeal, arms flailing as they begged for mercy.
Then—without warning—the magic snapped. The boys screeched, limbs flailing midair, and just before they hit the water, the vines vanished. They plunged in with a splash so forceful it sent a geyser skyward. Luke grinned and summoned the arched spray, sending it hurtling toward his new honorary dad.
“Oh, crap!” Thomas yelped as the water drenched him. He sputtered, then laughed, glaring up at the boys—three of whom were pointing at Luke, who wore the innocent grin of a mischievous angel.
“Just wait, Fairy boy.”
Before anyone could react, a long shadowy rope whipped through the air and ensnared the group. The young men squirmed and struggled, giggling and squealing as they were dragged off the ledge, hovering helplessly over the lake.
“Yeah! Get ’em, Dad!” Dusty cheered, voice hoarse from laughter.
Screams erupted through the trees as Charles, Phoenix, Luke, and Jason were dropped into the water, their splash echoing like thunder through the forest.
When the quartet surfaced, they grinned as Charles and Luke combined their magic. Before Thomas realized what was happening, he was splashing into the lake—his six boys giggling and laughing.
“That was awesome. I've never seen anyone get the drop on Dad,” Spirit said.
“Payback,” Thomas replied with a smirk.
“No matter what it is, it’s worth it, Papa Bear,” Charles said.
Thomas giggled and caught the overgrown blonde boy as he launched himself into the Shaman’s arms, cuddling and kissing him.
“I missed my Charles—and all my grown boys.”
Thomas loved getting the group hug from three of his four adopted kids.
“We missed you too,” Charles, Jason, and Phoenix said in unison.
Luke joined the love fest and squealed when his new dad dunked him.
“Love you, Luke.”
“Love you more, Papa Growling Bear.”
While eating, Thomas asked if Phoenix, Charles, and Luke had time for some sparring and a little training before they left. He also asked Jason to go on patrol with Dusty and Spirit to reacquaint himself with the forest, since he was rejoining the forest rangers. He was pleased when the young men agreed to his request.
“By the way, that was some fireworks display you boys created last night,” the Shaman added with an impish grin.
The Windsong men erupted in laughter as the other four curled into each other, brightly blushing.
The lone blonde’s sparkling green eyes glowed. He and his three lovers giggled uncontrollably when Thomas, Dusty, and Spirit jumped and yelped after being slapped on the back of their heads by magical blue hands. He shrugged and said, “You're not ticklish, Papa Bear, so a boy’s gotta be creative.”
“I’m gonna enjoy taking you down, my little blonde boy,” Thomas playfully threatened.
“Hey, I might win. Did you ever think of that?”
Thomas laughed and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the giggling boy.
“Is that a challenge, Mr. Smiles?”
Before he could answer, Luke, Phoenix, Jason, Dusty, and Spirit all jumped up. They leapt around, performing flying kicks, cartwheels, flips, and somersaults, then cheered:
“Chuck! Chuck! He's no schmuck. Tickle his butt, he’ll squeal and buck. YAY! THAT'S OUR CHUCK!”
Thomas was coughing from laughing so hard.
Charles growled at his mates and brothers as his eyes began to glow.
The forest echoed with shrill shrieks and squeals from the naked male cheerleaders as they were suspended in the air, magically paddled by invisible hands. When the magic stopped, the spanked parties ganged up on their teddy bear and tackled him before he could escape.
“You’re in so much trouble, sexy boy,” Luke said.
“Crap!” Charles exclaimed.
The half-fairy conjured a long pink bandage that bound the struggling victim’s pale ankles, wound its way up his muscular legs, encircled his chiseled abs, wrapped around his rock-hard chest and bulging arms, and stopped just below his neck.
Charles squirmed and wriggled inside the mummified prison, discovering he was completely trapped. The helpless magic user’s sparkly eyes were wide, darting left to right, not wanting to miss the slightest movement around him. His toes wiggled and flexed, wrinkling his pale, curved arches.
He squeezed his eyes shut and squealed like a little boy on Christmas morning, then burst into uncontrollable giggles as Dusty—now transformed into a wolf—gave him a ticklish tongue bath.
“N…not between the tohohoes…” he nearly screeched. The tickling was already driving him to the edge, and it had only just begun.
Luke giggled, sensing his restrained lover mentally questioning the intensity of the tickles. “It’s the magic spell on the bandage,” he said. “It’s making you three times more ticklish, my sweet hero boy.”
“THREE TIMES?”
Everyone laughed at the blonde’s outburst.
“Lukey, you covered Chuckie’s butt,” Phoenix whined, pouting.
The brunette giggled as he reached up to ruffle the red locks of hair, saying, “Don't worry, my sexy country boy. If you tickle his butt, you'll only feel skin.”
Spirit transformed into his eagle form and hovered over his brother’s exposed neck. He perched on Charles’s chest and used his tail feathers to tickle the soft, pale skin of the squirming man's neck and under his chin.
Everyone’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as they watched the bandage-covered body arch, twist, wriggle, and writhe, while ear-splitting, screechy laughter poured from his gaping, cavernous mouth.
“Luke… you're dead,” Charles managed to gasp between fits of laughter, as Phoenix gleefully tickled his man’s sexy butt.
“Oh, this is too cute,” Jason said, giggling. He and the others were visibly aroused, captivated by the lively, animated display.
Charles was drenched in sweat and tears, saliva streaming from the corners of his mouth and spraying anyone close enough to get hit. Beneath the wrappings, he was hard as a rock—teetering on the edge of his happy ending.
Sensing their brother’s impending orgasm, the Windsong brothers backed up, returned to their human form, and giggled as they each kissed the hero’s aquiline nose, making him giggle and blush.
The three playful young men surrounded their helpless mate. They each used one hand to lovingly caress and stroke his body through the bandage, and their other hands stroked a lover’s manhood. They were all worked up and ready to bust a nut, so it wasn't long before Charles moaned in pleasure, as he released his seed. That was all Phoenix, Luke, and Jason needed to follow his lead, and shoot their thick, creamy loads.
A little later, Jason, Dusty, and Spirit were out on forest patrol, while Thomas worked with his older boys.
The Shaman gazed into the younger men's eyes and said firmly, “Luke, Charles, I know you're not used to the way I do things. Phoenix is, so take your cues from him. Now, Charles, this will be a no-tickling spar. You’ll need to look deep within yourself to find the core of your strength and learn how to tap into it. You’ll also have to think quickly and come up with alternative ways to defeat an opponent. None of us are going easy on each other—make every blow or spell count. In a real battle, you only get so many chances before you lose. Don’t worry about causing pain or injury to anyone, including yourself. I can magically heal all of you—and myself—if needed.”
Charles hung his head and said softly, “I… I don’t know if I can do this, Papa Growling Bear. Before yesterday, I’d never been in a real fight. I don’t know how to physically defend myself with force. I’m not sure I even can. I don’t think violence is in me.”
Phoenix placed his hands on Charles’s shoulders, pulled him into a fierce, loving hug, and said, “You’ll learn. I know you’ve got what it takes. Let your love for us and your desire to protect guide you.”
“Well said, my son.”
Phoenix bowed slightly and replied, “Thank you, Great Shaman.”
Luke and Charles noticed there was no playfulness in the exchange—only the deepest respect.
Luke asked, “Can we use our powers?”
Thomas smiled and nodded. He knew Phoenix would relish the challenge.
“I’m sooo gonna take you down. And when you’re beaten, I’ll lick and smack your pale butt, Nixie.”
Phoenix gasped as his manhood stirred. He blushed and squirmed nervously.
Thomas laughed at the teasing and said, “Don’t be shy, Nix. We know you’re a proud, flag-waving freak.”
“Daddy Bear, that’s so unlike you,” the redhead said in shock, then giggled.
Luke and Phoenix faced off against each other. The half-fairy grinned as he conjured a portal that opened up right behind his adversary. Phoenix had learned to sense subtle shifts in the atmosphere and had a hunch about what Luke was planning. As soon as his lover’s arms appeared, he whipped out his lasso, wrapped it around the brunette’s wrists, and yanked him the rest of the way through the portal with a startled yelp.
Not giving him a chance to react, Phoenix swung the magic user overhead, then flicked his lasso and released Luke, sending him flying into the lake.
“Okay, Charles. I know you’re hesitant and unsure of yourself. I want you to let them go. Close your eyes, take a deep breath or two, calm your fears and concerns, and imagine them drifting away down a river,” Thomas said.
After he calmed down, Charles noticed he felt a bit better—and was actually excited to see what he might learn from this.
Thomas made the first move, sending a wave of energy at the younger man. It knocked Charles off balance, and then Thomas’s bare foot connected with the blonde’s chest, launching him backward. He hit the ground, winded.
“You must get up fast, my son. By now, an enemy could be standing over your corpse.”
Instead of feeling embarrassed, Charles swallowed his wounded pride and got to his feet.
“Thank you, Great Shaman,” he said, mimicking Phoenix’s respectful gesture.
The hero saw his dad preparing to launch another attack. Grinning, he took to the air, flying as fast as he could toward the mountainous brunette. He grabbed Thomas under the arms, lifted him into the sky, and dropped him into the water.
Luke and Phoenix stood on the shore, cheering their mate’s well-thought-out plan.
Charles felt a shadowy coil wrap around his ankles. He was about to fly away, but yelped as he was yanked from the sky and splashed into the lake.
Phoenix darted through the trees, dodging energy blasts hurled in his direction. At one point, he got cornered—three pink, translucent lassoes wrapped around him and tightened, yanking him to the ground.
“A little tied up, aren’t ya, Nix?” Luke teased.
The trapped redhead yelped and squirmed as the half-fairy swatted his behind with conjured magical hands. Phoenix's eyes glazed over, and he felt himself getting close to another orgasm.
Luke felt his lover's arousal, and magically lubes his cock and the redhead’s ass.
Phoenix gasped and wriggled when he felt the cock slide into his ass and assisted by backing up against the hard shaft. In and out, back and forth their bodies moved as passion-filled moans and grunts of lust came from deep inside of them, and each one hearing his skin slapping against his partner’s warm flesh.
Luke’s eyes glowed as he whispered, “Cum,” into the ginger’s ear.
With one last deep roar from their guts, the half-fairy and human shared a joint release. Sweat soaked and spent, they lay on the ground in a heap, while recovering.
“I love you, Phoenix Ash.”
“Love ya, more, Luke Drewford.”
The men's soft lips mashed together and their tongues lovingly caressed and massaged each other.
Thomas was gaining a new respect for his blond boy. Not once during their spar did Charles launch a full-on assault. Instead, he carefully devised nonviolent ways to throw Thomas off his game. Thomas was even caught off guard when his own shadow coils were seized by the hero’s conjured hands and used to bind his wrists and ankles.
After their spars, The heroes bathed in the lake, hugged and kissed Thomas, and then Luke created a portal to where Jason and their brothers were so they could hug and kiss them before heading back to the city via Luke's portal.
Joy City
After some sleep, Ignatious revised his plan. He decided to surveil the guys during the day and, when they were at their most vulnerable, nab them in person—with his androids standing by in case he couldn’t manage it himself.
Phoenix was dropped off at his apartment and shared a passionate kiss with his lovers before they parted ways for the day.
Charles giggled and kicked his legs as Luke carried him bridal-style across the portal’s threshold into the living room.
“That was adorable and unexpected, my sweet fairy boy.”
Luke grinned boyishly, his eyes sparkling. He set the smooth-skinned hero on his feet, wrapped his arms around the muscled, warm body, pulled his mate into a loving embrace, and gently rubbed the firm globes of his man’s butt cheeks.
“Always glad to offer my sexy Chuckles full service.”
Charles licked Luke’s parted, soft lips and gazed lovingly into the slightly taller brunette’s eyes. He rubbed his jeans-clad manhood against the other’s clothing-covered, aroused appendage.
“Is this where the full service ends?”
Luke’s body visibly shivered and squirmed. He inhaled sharply, his eyes glazing over.
“Well, it’s in the contract that full service must extend every possible courtesy in pursuit of satisfying every need and desire.”
The men giggled, and Luke placed his hands under his lover’s ass. Charles squeaked as he was lifted off the floor. The blonde wrapped his legs around Luke’s slender waist, his eyes glittering with excitement as he was carried into the bedroom.
*****
Luke’s day was relentless. From the moment he stepped into his office, chaos greeted him—calls, reports, demands—each one more urgent than the last. But one thing stopped him cold: an email from an unknown sender. The subject line screamed in all caps:
“FROM THE NCOJC!!!”
His stomach dropped. What the hell is NCOJC? he thought, pulse quickening as he clicked the message.
What he saw made his blood boil.
“The Normal Citizens of Joy City—NCOJC for short—demand that you immediately renounce any affiliation with so-called humans possessing superpowers. Rescind your support of these revolting beings who dare call themselves heroes.
These creatures must be shunned. They must be destroyed. They have no place in a society of real humans.
If you do not comply, consider this your one and only warning.
The NCOJC will not be held responsible for any damage, injuries, or deaths.
WE ARE AT WAR!!!”
Luke stared at the screen, his hands trembling. The words blurred as tears welled in his eyes. He wiped them away, printed the email, and immediately called the police—and then the mayor.
This wasn’t just a threat. It was a declaration.
*****
Meanwhile, Ignatious seethed. His plan to capture the fairy had slipped through his fingers, and now his patience was gone. He turned his sights on Charles—the one who seemed easiest to reach. The one who wouldn’t see it coming.
*****
Tech had been up all night, hunched over his workstation, trying to decode the android he’d been given. He couldn’t explain it, but something about the machine felt eerily familiar—like a memory he couldn’t quite reach.
Just before lunch, he broke through. The system cracked open beneath his fingers, and his eyes widened as line after line of encrypted data spilled across the screen. Then he saw it—the creator’s signature.
His breath caught.
He snatched his phone and dialed. When the voice on the other end answered, he spoke quickly, urgently.
“Phoenix, come to my workshop. I know what this android was for—and who made him… Alright. I’ll see you tonight. I just hope we don’t have to move before then.”
He hung up and immediately tried to reach Luke and Charles. No answer.
Then his screen blinked.
A new message appeared, pulsing with a red border. The sender: NCOJC.
*****
By the time Phoenix and the Mayor left, Luke still hadn’t recovered. He slumped into his office chair, exhausted and hollow. With a shaky hand, he opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of bourbon, poured a double shot, and took a slow sip. The burn did nothing to settle his nerves.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
That’s when the air shifted.
A soft hum filled the room. Above him, a portal shimmered into existence, casting flickering light across the ceiling. Before he could react, glittering dust rained down from the opening, coating his body in a sparkling haze.
His limbs went limp.
The glass slipped from his fingers, landing with a dull thud on the carpet.
His head lolled to the side.
Then—arms. Strong, deliberate. Gripping him beneath the armpits.
Luke’s body was dragged upward, disappearing into the portal as it sealed shut behind him.
The office was silent once more.
*****
Ignatious waited in the shadows of the news station’s dim parking garage, flanked by his silent androids. The air was thick with anticipation. His pulse quickened when Charles pulled in, the headlights of his Hyundai Genesis slicing through the gloom.
As soon as the journalist stepped into the elevator, Ignatious emerged from hiding. He moved swiftly, crouching beside the car and tampering with the sleek door handles—his fingers precise, methodical, almost reverent.
Time crawled.
The garage remained dark and silent, each tick of the clock echoing like a drumbeat in Ignatious’s ears. People eventually trickled out of the elevator and headed to their cars, but Charles was nowhere among them. The scientist’s impatience grew.
Two hours after the last person had left, his prey finally appeared.
Charles shuffled toward his car, eyes hollow, movements sluggish—like a man half-asleep or lost in thought. Ignatious licked his lips, watching the haggard blonde approach.
“I’ve got to help find out who’s behind this NCOJC,” Charles muttered, pulling the key fob from his pocket. He unlocked the car and remotely started the engine.
Then he reached for the door handle.
The moment his fingers lifted it, a surge of electricity exploded through his body. His eyes bulged. His head snapped back. His limbs went rubbery, and he crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap.
No one was there to witness what happened next.
A pair of arms—inhumanly strong—hoisted Charles’s limp body, slinging him over a shoulder like a discarded raincoat. Without a sound, the figure vanished into the ink-black night sky, leaving behind only the faint hum of the car’s engine and the echo of a plan unfolding.
To Be Continued in: "Adventures Of Joy City's Ticklish Heroes: Book 2
