Ticklishboy30
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The forest was still, dark, and silent. An imposing male, a Shaman, in fact, from the Blackfoot tribe, clad only in a loincloth and dark brown moccasins with cream colored stitching lining the outside edges, which proudly displayed the countless miles the wearer's feet had walked with only their protection from the sometimes rocky terrain, climbed to the top of one of the many waterfalls scattered around Rainbow Falls County. The county surrounded Joy City, which was located at its center.
While slumbering, the raven-haired man received a welcoming vision of four young men, heroic and playful by nature. All of them strong, intelligent, loving, and blessed with unique gifts, which they used to make the world a better place by protecting those who couldn't defend themselves, and fighting against injustice and intolerance. The spirits, oras, minds, and bodies of these heroes were bound together by love, not only for each other, but also for their fellow beings who walked and inhabited this planet.
At the waterfall's crown, Thomas Growling Bear Windsong slipped the moccasins from his meaty, size twelve feet. Barefoot, he stood straight as an arrow, eyes closed with head bowed, arms raised high, fingers pointed to the sky, and legs spread apart. The handmade tan leather loincloth, with a pouch sewn on the inside, and his nine-inch manhood stuffed into the thin light brown fabric, clung to the Shaman's statuesque, muscular, six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound body.
As the darkness faded, Thomas's deep bass voice echoed in the silence. "Great Creator, who loves, provides for, guides, and protects all your children, I stand before you, and give thanks for the comforting vision of what's to come, and I also humbly ask that when the time comes for our son to decide if joining with the three young men is the right path to travel, that you send him a sign of our approval." The words sounded like a sung prayer, spoken in his ancient tongue. They matched his tone, which resonated with respect and reverence for the one who gave him breath, strengthened his heartbeat, and provided him the will to live.
Thomas slipped into his moccasins. He spread his arms out to the side, and as a blinding, golden white light surrounded him, his body transformed into a giant Grizzly Bear. The majestic, powerful animal stood upright on its hind legs, raised its head, opened its jaws, releasing a mighty roar that shook the trees and sent tremors along the forest ground. After transforming back into human form, the Shaman headed back to his log cabin to prepare breakfast for his two sons.
*****
Soft rays of dawn's first light streamed through the two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows and the sliding balcony door, illuminated the expansive bedroom walls, and shone down on the California-King bed. Charles' pale, cum splattered skin was slowly warmed as his eyelids opened, revealing two glittery, mesmerizing, life-filled, and mischievous emerald irises. He slowly sat up, yawning, stretching his arms high above his head while wiggling his lengthy fingers and olive-like toes.
Images of the amazingly hot and sexy morning playtime were fresh in his mind, bringing the smile, so blinding in sunlight, which had become synonymous with his reporter image and hero persona, Mr. Smiles, to his unblemished, youthful face. However, that innocent Boy Scout-like smile quickly morphed to a playfully devious smirk as he slowly removed himself from his peacefully sleeping lovers. When he returned from the ensuite, the naked apartment owner used his magic on Jason and Luke.
The green one was flipped onto his stomach, his arms and legs spread apart, translucent, light blue wide cuffs with slightly darker blue pointed studs, attached to his wrists and ankles, four thick chains coming from the ceiling looped through the solid blue rings on the top of the cuffs, the chains shortened, lifting the still immobile body off the bed, suspending it in the air, a blindfold covered the trapped man's eyes, and a thick, studded collar appeared on his neck.
Wow! Those shades of blue and my babe's skin color are beautiful together, Charles thought while licking his lips and mindlessly stroking his hardening, generous manhood.
A blindfold covered the next victim's eyes while a length of unbreakable, wide, solid blue, flexible material mummified Luke's body with his arms against his sides, starting at his neck and ending at his pale ankles, leaving his head and feet uncovered, and holes for the cock and ass. The half-fairy was levitated and spun around so that the toes on his right foot lightly pressed against Jason's lips, and Jason's left foot's toes touched his lips. After a moment of thought, the magic user's eyes glowed brightly as his palms touched. Slowly, skin touched skin, dick pinned against dick, and toes slipped into the mouth that was beneath and over them. Then, with a chuckle, a magical binding tied the heads to the ankles, and another one wrapped around the waists.
"Now, they're ready for some fun," the grinning captor whispered.
Stiff blue feathers appeared above Jason. Two of them traveled along the soft skin, slowly stroking from the top of his back to the edge of his heels, with one going up while the other went down. It didn't take long for the green-haired male to start squirming and trying to escape the incredibly ticklish sensation flooding his senses. His eyes opened to nothing but blackness; his tongue registered the slightly salty flavor of someone's big toes, and he heard them muffling his giggles.
Luke woke to the feeling of a body, wiggling and writhing against his, then quickly realized from the taste of the toes in his mouth that they belonged to his green-skinned lover, and that Charles had used magic to trap him and Jason. Suddenly, a hand began smacking his bare ass, and his grunts and yelps were translated into muffled sounds.
Just the sight of his men so helplessly bound together in a sixty-nine-position, the muffled sounds of their giggles, moans, and grunts, made the superhero's eight-inch cock jump, and caused the drop of cream which formed in the center of his penis' slit, and dripped from the mushroom-like cock head, splashing onto the hardwood floor. He giggled slightly and squirmed a little as his fingertips lightly tickled the very sensitive ball sack for a moment before the five fingers lightly wrapped around the unbending shaft, and then softly moaned when his hand gently moved forward and backward along the warm flesh.
The blindfolds disappeared, and the playful torture inched up a notch when two electric toothbrushes tickled the light green soles as a pair of magical hands pulled back the five toes that weren't in Luke's mouth so the pads and bases could be tickled without obstruction.
Jason's laughter was more boisterous and shrill, and his struggling became fiercer because of the new tickles. His crotch bucked up and down, which made his and the other dick it touched harder.
The spanking made the half-fairy blush and horny as hell as precum dripped.
"Ready for some more, boys?"
"Mmmph," was the helpless duo's response.
Two tongues licked the brunette's bare soles, and another hand materialized, it smacked the plump ass cheeks of the man topping Luke. The tickling and spanks caused more leakage from the dicks.
"Oh, fuck! That's hot," Charles exclaimed.
The torturer's eyes glazed over, moans escaped his parted lips as he intensified the sensations pleasuring his own manhood, making his body shiver and muscles twitch. The sexually stimulated trio was quickly reaching the peak of another orgasm, and to help it along, Charles switched between finger fucking and rimming the two assholes at his disposal.
"Fuck! This is insanely hot," Luke declared.
"Please! Charles, you gotta release us so we can all pleasure one another," Jason desperately pleaded.
Charles gently returned his soulmates to the mattress and dispelled the magic keeping them bound. He lovingly massaged each of the four feet, licked the soles, and kissed the twenty toes. The squirming bodies and soft giggles from Jason made him leak precum and lightly chuckle.
The newly freed pair shared a look before rolling their little boy blue onto his stomach, coating their cocks and the pink asshole's entrance with lube, and starting with Luke, took turns filling their lover's ass with their steel rods.
Being a new and exciting experience for him, Charles was hurled into a bottomless chasm of sexual stimulation and fiery desire. Back and forth, his body was rocked as the slightly different length and girth of the pale and green colored penises slid into and out of his ass, accompanied by the sound of their hanging ball sacks slapping his glistening, hot flesh while he grunted and moaned. Suddenly, he was slightly elevated, and a pink hand worked his aching cock, making him whimper and cry out in pure ecstasy.
The men gave themselves over to their horniness as the feelings of love, devotion, and brotherhood brought them even closer together, binding them with an unbreakable bond. A sudden, brilliant, bright, sparkling white and golden glow surrounded the thruple, shocking and amazing them. Next, a breathtaking display of glittery fireworks, comprised of their magical colors of pink, blue, and green, exploded around their bodies both separately and combined. Each saw the eyes of his other lovers glowing brightly as the light show continued, and felt in their hearts that this was a gift and a sign that their relationship was blessed by the higher powers.
"I'm cumming!"
The men spoke in unison, and as the display shone brighter and more colorful than before, they released their seed. The guys cuddled together, kissed, and dried each other's tears.
I've never experienced that before. It was so mindblowing and emotional. Somehow, I can feel the presence of my lovers in my soul and hear them in my head.
I can feel and hear you, also.
Luke, Charles, and Jason gasped, their eyes widened as they looked at each other and realized they'd just held a telepathic conversation.
"How is this possible? I've never had telepathy before," Jason inquired.
"My guess is that it's a product of the three of us mentally, spiritually, and physically joining together," Luke offered.
"Yet, I still don't feel complete."
"It does feel as if something or someone is missing."
Charles waited patiently for his fairy and nature boys to finish before saying, "That missing someone is Kid Bondage."
"Phoenix?" Luke and Jason blurted out. Closing their eyes, they searched their souls and hearts for a moment.
"You're right, Chuckles," Luke stated.
Charles blushed at the nickname Luke gave him.
"Aww, that's so cute, Chuckles."
"Sorry, Jaser. You're one of my soulmates, but Chuckles is Luke's pet name for me, and I'd like to keep it our special thing."
Four arms wrapped around the blonde, and he was kissed on both cheeks.
Before Luke could think, ten fingers latched onto his ribs, five on each side, digging into and kneading the spaces between the slender bones. He howled with laughter, his body twisted and turned, and writhed in an attempt to get away.
"Love hearing my fairy boy's laughter," Jason teased while giggling.
"So do I,' Charles said with a smirk, "and I'm gonna enjoy this while I can."
"I'm sooo getting you two for this."
Magically, his ankles were bound together and pinned to the mattress. A pair of blue hairbrushes appeared, then lightly raked along his sensitive, bare soles, and instantly, Luke's laughter and physical response increased. Boisterous, screeching cackles bounced off the walls and windows. "Crap! Not my feet and ribs," the trapped magic user cried.
Charles released the magic holding his brunette boy. He jumped off the bed and ran for the ensuite, saying, "Last one to the shower does dishes for a week while being spanked."
"Hey! No fair," Luke and Jason hollered.
The two took off for the bathroom, where it was declared a tie by the boyishly grinning blonde.
"Just wait, hero boy. We'll think of something to take you down," Jason said.
A little bit later, the guys were milling around the kitchen, enjoying the time they had left before heading out for the day.
Charles wore mint green sheer socks, a pair of light blue thongs under a pair of light tan khaki pants that clung to his size thirty waist like a second skin, a light pink slip-on collared shirt that displayed his firm pecs, his nipples when they were stiff, and the piece of clothing outlined every muscle of his chisled abs.
Luke looked sharp in his baby blue shirt that was one size from being too small, a light pink necktie, tan khaki pants that hugged his size twenty-eight waist and showed off his ass, under his pants, were a pair of sage green bikini briefs, and black argyle socks.
Jason was wearing white athletic ankle socks with gray heel and toe patches, a pair of pink boxer briefs, a gray tank top, light blue cotton shorts, and dark brown leather sandals.
"Hey, Lukey, now that you're CEO of Worker Inc., maybe we should come up with a name you can use publicly while being a hero."
Charles jumped and squealed when he received a stinging slap to his ass while pouring his coffee. He turned and glared at his grinning man.
"I think that's a great idea, Chuckster."
Jason laughed over his name for the blonde guy until he felt wet Willies in both ears, which made him squirm and squeak.
"Well, I want it to be cooler than Mr. Smiles."
Luke's teasing jab at his lover's hero persona's name earned him a magical wedgie from Charles. His eyes watered, his pelvis lurched forward, and he yelped.
"I like Pink Fairy Boy."
The brunette's eyes flashed as he magically tickled the green man.
"Fuck!" Jason bellowed. His legs smacked against each other, he wriggled in his seat, and shrieked with shrill laughter. "Not my inner thighs, fairy boy," he growled while still laughing from the phantom tickles.
"How about Pixie Boy?"
Unfortunately, Charles had just inserted a spoonful of cereal into his mouth when the tickles attacked the balls of his feet. Milk and store brand Cheerios spewed from his lips onto the table while he giggled and squealed.
Luke giggled when the other two glared at him.
"You're on thin ice, fairy," Jason threatened.
"Bring it, giggly green giant."
Jason's eyes flashed.
Vines crawled up the slightly hairy legs. One tickled the entrance to the fairy's asshole, three of them stroked along his cock, ball sack, and crotch, smaller, skinnier ones slid back and forth between and around his toes, and finally, two of them teased his pit hollows. Luke's eyes bulged and glazed over, his breathing became labored, a bright pink blush appeared on his cheeks, his body writhed, and he released soft puppy-like whimpering sounds into the room. Suddenly, just before ejaculation occurred, the stimulation stopped, and the vines disappeared.
"Oh, you're fuckin' evil, plant boy." He glared while his boys giggled and kissed his cheeks. "By the way, thanks for the blue balls," he mockingly complained before giggling. When the gigglefest subsided, Luke said, "Pink Fairy Boy and Pixie Boy are out. However, I do like the sound of Pix."
Charles and Jason shared a look before standing. Then jumping up and down while doing high leg kicks, they shouted, "Pix, Pix, he's my fairy. He can fuck my ass while eating a cherry. Yeah, Pix!"
Charles sipped his coffee before deciding to voice something that was in his heart and head.
"Guys, what we experienced today was more spiritual and meaningful than anything we've ever felt. I propose we make a commitment to each other."
"What kind of commitment, Babe?" Luke and Jason asked in unison.
"That romantic feelings and expressed verbal declarations of love are only shared between the three of us, and if he joins our relationship, Kid. Tickling, kissing, hugging, ass slapping, fucking other guys, enjoying bondage play, are all fair game."
Luke asked, "What happens if romantic feelings arise in any of us for another person?"
"Then it's that person's responsibility to sit down with the rest of us, and share what they're feeling, and we can work together on figuring out where to go from there," Charles responded.
"I'm in," Luke said. He placed his hand, palm down, on the table.
"I'm in," Jason declared. His hand rested on top of Luke's.
"Then it's agreed," Charles said, with his hand on Jason's.
"One for all, and all together," the three of them exclaimed.
They lifted their hands and shared a three-person hug and kiss.
"Jaser, we know you're hesitant about being around people with your coloring," Charles said, with his hand gently resting on his mate's shoulder. "Would you like me to ask Tech if he'll make you something to disguise your appearance?"
Jason turned to his lover with tears in his eyes. "You think he'll be willing?"
"He'd be honored and excited to be asked, babe."
"I'll be glad to try anything to make it better."
The two kissed, and Charles dried his man's tears.
"I'll be split between the company and the news station, so I'll be in touch as I'm able," Luke announced while shrugging on his sports coat and slipping his sock-clad feet into his black dress shoes.
"I've got my interview and lunch with Kid, and I've gotta stop by Tech's workshop at the precinct, so I'll call," Charles said as he pulled on his casual black shoes.
"I'm going to the cabin to work on some plants that I might put in the nursery. I really loved owning my own plant and landscape consultation business. Hopefully, I can get it back up and running. I've got my old client list at the cabin," Jason said.
The guys shared one more group hug and kiss before separating.
Luke jumped into his silver Twenty-Twenty-Four Corvette convertible and honked as he left the parking garage.
Charles made sure his travel bag containing his Mr. Smiles costume was in the backseat before getting behind the wheel of his dark green Twenty-Twenty-Two Hyundai Genesis convertible. He honked the horn as he drove away.
Jason slid his arms through the straps of his backpack, donned his black and neon green helmet, straddled his neon green Ninja motorcycle, and headed for the cabin at the outskirts of the city, bordering Rainbow Falls County.
While slumbering, the raven-haired man received a welcoming vision of four young men, heroic and playful by nature. All of them strong, intelligent, loving, and blessed with unique gifts, which they used to make the world a better place by protecting those who couldn't defend themselves, and fighting against injustice and intolerance. The spirits, oras, minds, and bodies of these heroes were bound together by love, not only for each other, but also for their fellow beings who walked and inhabited this planet.
At the waterfall's crown, Thomas Growling Bear Windsong slipped the moccasins from his meaty, size twelve feet. Barefoot, he stood straight as an arrow, eyes closed with head bowed, arms raised high, fingers pointed to the sky, and legs spread apart. The handmade tan leather loincloth, with a pouch sewn on the inside, and his nine-inch manhood stuffed into the thin light brown fabric, clung to the Shaman's statuesque, muscular, six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound body.
As the darkness faded, Thomas's deep bass voice echoed in the silence. "Great Creator, who loves, provides for, guides, and protects all your children, I stand before you, and give thanks for the comforting vision of what's to come, and I also humbly ask that when the time comes for our son to decide if joining with the three young men is the right path to travel, that you send him a sign of our approval." The words sounded like a sung prayer, spoken in his ancient tongue. They matched his tone, which resonated with respect and reverence for the one who gave him breath, strengthened his heartbeat, and provided him the will to live.
Thomas slipped into his moccasins. He spread his arms out to the side, and as a blinding, golden white light surrounded him, his body transformed into a giant Grizzly Bear. The majestic, powerful animal stood upright on its hind legs, raised its head, opened its jaws, releasing a mighty roar that shook the trees and sent tremors along the forest ground. After transforming back into human form, the Shaman headed back to his log cabin to prepare breakfast for his two sons.
*****
Soft rays of dawn's first light streamed through the two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows and the sliding balcony door, illuminated the expansive bedroom walls, and shone down on the California-King bed. Charles' pale, cum splattered skin was slowly warmed as his eyelids opened, revealing two glittery, mesmerizing, life-filled, and mischievous emerald irises. He slowly sat up, yawning, stretching his arms high above his head while wiggling his lengthy fingers and olive-like toes.
Images of the amazingly hot and sexy morning playtime were fresh in his mind, bringing the smile, so blinding in sunlight, which had become synonymous with his reporter image and hero persona, Mr. Smiles, to his unblemished, youthful face. However, that innocent Boy Scout-like smile quickly morphed to a playfully devious smirk as he slowly removed himself from his peacefully sleeping lovers. When he returned from the ensuite, the naked apartment owner used his magic on Jason and Luke.
The green one was flipped onto his stomach, his arms and legs spread apart, translucent, light blue wide cuffs with slightly darker blue pointed studs, attached to his wrists and ankles, four thick chains coming from the ceiling looped through the solid blue rings on the top of the cuffs, the chains shortened, lifting the still immobile body off the bed, suspending it in the air, a blindfold covered the trapped man's eyes, and a thick, studded collar appeared on his neck.
Wow! Those shades of blue and my babe's skin color are beautiful together, Charles thought while licking his lips and mindlessly stroking his hardening, generous manhood.
A blindfold covered the next victim's eyes while a length of unbreakable, wide, solid blue, flexible material mummified Luke's body with his arms against his sides, starting at his neck and ending at his pale ankles, leaving his head and feet uncovered, and holes for the cock and ass. The half-fairy was levitated and spun around so that the toes on his right foot lightly pressed against Jason's lips, and Jason's left foot's toes touched his lips. After a moment of thought, the magic user's eyes glowed brightly as his palms touched. Slowly, skin touched skin, dick pinned against dick, and toes slipped into the mouth that was beneath and over them. Then, with a chuckle, a magical binding tied the heads to the ankles, and another one wrapped around the waists.
"Now, they're ready for some fun," the grinning captor whispered.
Stiff blue feathers appeared above Jason. Two of them traveled along the soft skin, slowly stroking from the top of his back to the edge of his heels, with one going up while the other went down. It didn't take long for the green-haired male to start squirming and trying to escape the incredibly ticklish sensation flooding his senses. His eyes opened to nothing but blackness; his tongue registered the slightly salty flavor of someone's big toes, and he heard them muffling his giggles.
Luke woke to the feeling of a body, wiggling and writhing against his, then quickly realized from the taste of the toes in his mouth that they belonged to his green-skinned lover, and that Charles had used magic to trap him and Jason. Suddenly, a hand began smacking his bare ass, and his grunts and yelps were translated into muffled sounds.
Just the sight of his men so helplessly bound together in a sixty-nine-position, the muffled sounds of their giggles, moans, and grunts, made the superhero's eight-inch cock jump, and caused the drop of cream which formed in the center of his penis' slit, and dripped from the mushroom-like cock head, splashing onto the hardwood floor. He giggled slightly and squirmed a little as his fingertips lightly tickled the very sensitive ball sack for a moment before the five fingers lightly wrapped around the unbending shaft, and then softly moaned when his hand gently moved forward and backward along the warm flesh.
The blindfolds disappeared, and the playful torture inched up a notch when two electric toothbrushes tickled the light green soles as a pair of magical hands pulled back the five toes that weren't in Luke's mouth so the pads and bases could be tickled without obstruction.
Jason's laughter was more boisterous and shrill, and his struggling became fiercer because of the new tickles. His crotch bucked up and down, which made his and the other dick it touched harder.
The spanking made the half-fairy blush and horny as hell as precum dripped.
"Ready for some more, boys?"
"Mmmph," was the helpless duo's response.
Two tongues licked the brunette's bare soles, and another hand materialized, it smacked the plump ass cheeks of the man topping Luke. The tickling and spanks caused more leakage from the dicks.
"Oh, fuck! That's hot," Charles exclaimed.
The torturer's eyes glazed over, moans escaped his parted lips as he intensified the sensations pleasuring his own manhood, making his body shiver and muscles twitch. The sexually stimulated trio was quickly reaching the peak of another orgasm, and to help it along, Charles switched between finger fucking and rimming the two assholes at his disposal.
"Fuck! This is insanely hot," Luke declared.
"Please! Charles, you gotta release us so we can all pleasure one another," Jason desperately pleaded.
Charles gently returned his soulmates to the mattress and dispelled the magic keeping them bound. He lovingly massaged each of the four feet, licked the soles, and kissed the twenty toes. The squirming bodies and soft giggles from Jason made him leak precum and lightly chuckle.
The newly freed pair shared a look before rolling their little boy blue onto his stomach, coating their cocks and the pink asshole's entrance with lube, and starting with Luke, took turns filling their lover's ass with their steel rods.
Being a new and exciting experience for him, Charles was hurled into a bottomless chasm of sexual stimulation and fiery desire. Back and forth, his body was rocked as the slightly different length and girth of the pale and green colored penises slid into and out of his ass, accompanied by the sound of their hanging ball sacks slapping his glistening, hot flesh while he grunted and moaned. Suddenly, he was slightly elevated, and a pink hand worked his aching cock, making him whimper and cry out in pure ecstasy.
The men gave themselves over to their horniness as the feelings of love, devotion, and brotherhood brought them even closer together, binding them with an unbreakable bond. A sudden, brilliant, bright, sparkling white and golden glow surrounded the thruple, shocking and amazing them. Next, a breathtaking display of glittery fireworks, comprised of their magical colors of pink, blue, and green, exploded around their bodies both separately and combined. Each saw the eyes of his other lovers glowing brightly as the light show continued, and felt in their hearts that this was a gift and a sign that their relationship was blessed by the higher powers.
"I'm cumming!"
The men spoke in unison, and as the display shone brighter and more colorful than before, they released their seed. The guys cuddled together, kissed, and dried each other's tears.
I've never experienced that before. It was so mindblowing and emotional. Somehow, I can feel the presence of my lovers in my soul and hear them in my head.
I can feel and hear you, also.
Luke, Charles, and Jason gasped, their eyes widened as they looked at each other and realized they'd just held a telepathic conversation.
"How is this possible? I've never had telepathy before," Jason inquired.
"My guess is that it's a product of the three of us mentally, spiritually, and physically joining together," Luke offered.
"Yet, I still don't feel complete."
"It does feel as if something or someone is missing."
Charles waited patiently for his fairy and nature boys to finish before saying, "That missing someone is Kid Bondage."
"Phoenix?" Luke and Jason blurted out. Closing their eyes, they searched their souls and hearts for a moment.
"You're right, Chuckles," Luke stated.
Charles blushed at the nickname Luke gave him.
"Aww, that's so cute, Chuckles."
"Sorry, Jaser. You're one of my soulmates, but Chuckles is Luke's pet name for me, and I'd like to keep it our special thing."
Four arms wrapped around the blonde, and he was kissed on both cheeks.
Before Luke could think, ten fingers latched onto his ribs, five on each side, digging into and kneading the spaces between the slender bones. He howled with laughter, his body twisted and turned, and writhed in an attempt to get away.
"Love hearing my fairy boy's laughter," Jason teased while giggling.
"So do I,' Charles said with a smirk, "and I'm gonna enjoy this while I can."
"I'm sooo getting you two for this."
Magically, his ankles were bound together and pinned to the mattress. A pair of blue hairbrushes appeared, then lightly raked along his sensitive, bare soles, and instantly, Luke's laughter and physical response increased. Boisterous, screeching cackles bounced off the walls and windows. "Crap! Not my feet and ribs," the trapped magic user cried.
Charles released the magic holding his brunette boy. He jumped off the bed and ran for the ensuite, saying, "Last one to the shower does dishes for a week while being spanked."
"Hey! No fair," Luke and Jason hollered.
The two took off for the bathroom, where it was declared a tie by the boyishly grinning blonde.
"Just wait, hero boy. We'll think of something to take you down," Jason said.
A little bit later, the guys were milling around the kitchen, enjoying the time they had left before heading out for the day.
Charles wore mint green sheer socks, a pair of light blue thongs under a pair of light tan khaki pants that clung to his size thirty waist like a second skin, a light pink slip-on collared shirt that displayed his firm pecs, his nipples when they were stiff, and the piece of clothing outlined every muscle of his chisled abs.
Luke looked sharp in his baby blue shirt that was one size from being too small, a light pink necktie, tan khaki pants that hugged his size twenty-eight waist and showed off his ass, under his pants, were a pair of sage green bikini briefs, and black argyle socks.
Jason was wearing white athletic ankle socks with gray heel and toe patches, a pair of pink boxer briefs, a gray tank top, light blue cotton shorts, and dark brown leather sandals.
"Hey, Lukey, now that you're CEO of Worker Inc., maybe we should come up with a name you can use publicly while being a hero."
Charles jumped and squealed when he received a stinging slap to his ass while pouring his coffee. He turned and glared at his grinning man.
"I think that's a great idea, Chuckster."
Jason laughed over his name for the blonde guy until he felt wet Willies in both ears, which made him squirm and squeak.
"Well, I want it to be cooler than Mr. Smiles."
Luke's teasing jab at his lover's hero persona's name earned him a magical wedgie from Charles. His eyes watered, his pelvis lurched forward, and he yelped.
"I like Pink Fairy Boy."
The brunette's eyes flashed as he magically tickled the green man.
"Fuck!" Jason bellowed. His legs smacked against each other, he wriggled in his seat, and shrieked with shrill laughter. "Not my inner thighs, fairy boy," he growled while still laughing from the phantom tickles.
"How about Pixie Boy?"
Unfortunately, Charles had just inserted a spoonful of cereal into his mouth when the tickles attacked the balls of his feet. Milk and store brand Cheerios spewed from his lips onto the table while he giggled and squealed.
Luke giggled when the other two glared at him.
"You're on thin ice, fairy," Jason threatened.
"Bring it, giggly green giant."
Jason's eyes flashed.
Vines crawled up the slightly hairy legs. One tickled the entrance to the fairy's asshole, three of them stroked along his cock, ball sack, and crotch, smaller, skinnier ones slid back and forth between and around his toes, and finally, two of them teased his pit hollows. Luke's eyes bulged and glazed over, his breathing became labored, a bright pink blush appeared on his cheeks, his body writhed, and he released soft puppy-like whimpering sounds into the room. Suddenly, just before ejaculation occurred, the stimulation stopped, and the vines disappeared.
"Oh, you're fuckin' evil, plant boy." He glared while his boys giggled and kissed his cheeks. "By the way, thanks for the blue balls," he mockingly complained before giggling. When the gigglefest subsided, Luke said, "Pink Fairy Boy and Pixie Boy are out. However, I do like the sound of Pix."
Charles and Jason shared a look before standing. Then jumping up and down while doing high leg kicks, they shouted, "Pix, Pix, he's my fairy. He can fuck my ass while eating a cherry. Yeah, Pix!"
Charles sipped his coffee before deciding to voice something that was in his heart and head.
"Guys, what we experienced today was more spiritual and meaningful than anything we've ever felt. I propose we make a commitment to each other."
"What kind of commitment, Babe?" Luke and Jason asked in unison.
"That romantic feelings and expressed verbal declarations of love are only shared between the three of us, and if he joins our relationship, Kid. Tickling, kissing, hugging, ass slapping, fucking other guys, enjoying bondage play, are all fair game."
Luke asked, "What happens if romantic feelings arise in any of us for another person?"
"Then it's that person's responsibility to sit down with the rest of us, and share what they're feeling, and we can work together on figuring out where to go from there," Charles responded.
"I'm in," Luke said. He placed his hand, palm down, on the table.
"I'm in," Jason declared. His hand rested on top of Luke's.
"Then it's agreed," Charles said, with his hand on Jason's.
"One for all, and all together," the three of them exclaimed.
They lifted their hands and shared a three-person hug and kiss.
"Jaser, we know you're hesitant about being around people with your coloring," Charles said, with his hand gently resting on his mate's shoulder. "Would you like me to ask Tech if he'll make you something to disguise your appearance?"
Jason turned to his lover with tears in his eyes. "You think he'll be willing?"
"He'd be honored and excited to be asked, babe."
"I'll be glad to try anything to make it better."
The two kissed, and Charles dried his man's tears.
"I'll be split between the company and the news station, so I'll be in touch as I'm able," Luke announced while shrugging on his sports coat and slipping his sock-clad feet into his black dress shoes.
"I've got my interview and lunch with Kid, and I've gotta stop by Tech's workshop at the precinct, so I'll call," Charles said as he pulled on his casual black shoes.
"I'm going to the cabin to work on some plants that I might put in the nursery. I really loved owning my own plant and landscape consultation business. Hopefully, I can get it back up and running. I've got my old client list at the cabin," Jason said.
The guys shared one more group hug and kiss before separating.
Luke jumped into his silver Twenty-Twenty-Four Corvette convertible and honked as he left the parking garage.
Charles made sure his travel bag containing his Mr. Smiles costume was in the backseat before getting behind the wheel of his dark green Twenty-Twenty-Two Hyundai Genesis convertible. He honked the horn as he drove away.
Jason slid his arms through the straps of his backpack, donned his black and neon green helmet, straddled his neon green Ninja motorcycle, and headed for the cabin at the outskirts of the city, bordering Rainbow Falls County.
