Ticklishboy30
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Worker Inc.
The detestable human went to great lengths to shield his ticklish weakness from being discussed and getting into the realm of public knowledge. However, after today, his efforts will have been all for nought.
He was thankful that he'd rarely been tickled throughout his lifetime, and most of those times were in retaliation for the tickle torture he'd inflicted on others. The two most recent ticklers were Dr. Thul, who was a head scientist at Worker Inc., with a nasty, vindictive personality, and a fear-inspiring, sinister fetish for breaking men through tickle torture. John Worker, the previous owner and Ceo of Worker Inc. He was a very sadistic tickler, but wasn't as bad as Thul. Then, from his past, there was Paul Waters, a millionaire businessman by day, and a leather daddy, nicknamed Big Daddy, with fetishes for bondage, foot/tickle, body worship, and trophy collecting, by night. The experiences with Thul and Big Daddy were continuously relived in Gordon's nightmares and sex dreams.
Despite the passage of two decades, the memory of being in the merciless clutches of "Big Daddy" was as fresh in Gordon's mind as if it happened yesterday.. His dad finally signed everything he owned over to him after the patriarch endured four hours of nonstop torture. He figured that would be the end of things, just like usual. However, he didn't know how deeply this last session physically, mentally, and emotionally broke his father, and in all honesty, if he knew, he'd be as giggly and giddy as a school boy. It was a few days later, he was relaxing in his home, when someone's big, meaty hand clamped over his mouth, followed by the prick of a needle. Despite struggling, he remembered going down like a ton of bricks in a matter of minutes, then when he woke up, he was naked and tied to a St. Andrew's Cross that spun. For forty-eight hours, he remained helpless on that cross as he was tickled, flogged, spanked, paddled, pissed on both by his own urine and his torturer's, and even pies were thrown at his face and body in constantly changing positions. Of course, there were breaks given, but they were few and very far between. It wasn't until he went through his father's things after the man died that he learned Big Daddy was offered payment to torture him. He also read about how the money was turned down, after his father told the leather-clad man of the decades of tickle torture and blackmail that were inflicted on him and his late wife.
The workers stopped their endeavours to watch the floor show since all or most of them, at one time or another, had suffered a distasteful encounter with the creton.
As soon as the tickling began, Gordon's shrieking laughter bounced off the facility's walls and echoed through the worker-filled area. The tips of the mechanical fingers felt like actual flesh as they wiggled and dug into the many soft, ticklish areas of the helpless man's restrained and nude body. The brushes scrubbing his bare soles made the victim's head rapidly swing side to side as his body bucked and thrashed as much as possible against the unforgiving restraints. The feathers did a particularly devastating job on the man when they sawed back and forth between his helpless toes, then stroked along their exposed bases because he rarely went anywhere without wearing socks and shoes.
Five minutes into the session, the once-proud blackmailer bellowed, "This is too much. I'll do anything. I'm begging. Anyone... Please! Stop this... I'm too ticklish."
The audience relished seeing and hearing the tormentor break so quickly.
"Fuck! Who would've guessed that asshole's such a whimp," one of the brunette men observed.
"Wow! Listen to his girly screeches, Dude, my little sister didn't get that loud or shrill when she was five," another guy stated.
"Ya know, I thought he was packin' more in the front, heh, I guess it's true what they say, appearances can be deceiving," one transgender woman said.
"Holy crap! The way his piss erupted from the slit would make Old Faithful look like a water fountain in comparison," a red-haired female commented.
Of course, that was an exaggeration, but that didn't matter because the laughing fool in the chair could see the people crowded around the chamber, hear their comments, and it heightened the embarrassment he felt. However, the worst part was the orgasm, which resulted in a white, thin, watery substance bubbling up from the cock head and trickling down the short shaft.
"Well, that was an absolute let down," was the last comment before the crowd dispersed.
After ejaculating, Gordon's ticklishness shot into the stratosphere, and he looked like he was in pain while silently laughing.
Luke arrived at the lab just as the company's former investor's tickle session reached the thirty-minute mark. However, he'd been watching from his office, giving himself a handjob.
"Please... No more... I'll resign and never set foot in this fuckin' place ever again," Gordon somehow managed to screech.
The half-fairy was actually shocked at how desheveled and rabid the former proud bully looked. Gone was the blustering threat-slinging tyrant who lorded his self-perceived superiority over others, and in that verson's place was a sputtering, broken, pleading, pitiful being who could only be called a man in gender only, and forget about his impeccable pristine appearance, that was replaced by a nude dad-bod coated in saliva, piss, and tears. The unbelievable change actually caused the brunette to end the session.
"Th... Thank you."
The CEO's nose wrinkled because of the offensive odor wafting into his sensitive nostrils as he glared at the shivering, shaking mass of skin and bones in the chair, and menacingly growled, "Don't fuckin' thank me, you pathetic little man. I just wanted to get you out of my and my employee's sight before any of us vomit, and make this area harder to clean. You've got five minutes to get yourself together because the police are on their way. Gordon, if you ever set foot in this building again, or come within one hundred feet of me, what you just experienced will seem like a trip to Disney World compared to what I'll do to your repulsive ass."
Not speaking another word, Luke turned and walked away.
*****
Jason's Cabin
Jason's flesh looked more gray than green because of all the grime and dirt that got eradicated and kicked up during the three-hour-long cleansing. While cleaning, the young man started listing the pros and cons of living in his previous home, and before he finished the chores, he had decided to move back to Rainbow Falls.
'Ugh! I feel like a slime creature,' the green-haired man thought as he ran his fingers over the grease coating his body.
In the bathroom, he was about to turn the water on when a sudden idea that he thought would be fun came to him. Even though swimming wasn't his favorite activity, he always loved wading in the lake out back, until the water reached his waist, so after grabbing the body wash, the shampoo and conditioner, and his towel, the grinning homeowner headed outside to bathe in nature.
At the edge of the property, where the forest began, a wolf with an eagle perched upon its shoulder observed the bathing human.
A telepathic conversation between the feathered and four-legged creatures began when Dusty asked, 'Us watching Jason isn't considered incest, is it?'
Spirit laughed, which physically translated to the wolf doing its version of snickering.
'Really, Dusty? Incest is when the involved individuals are biologically related.'
'Sweet! Does that mean that we can do it with Jason?'
The canine shook its head and closed its eyes.
'You're sooo lucky I can't smack you in this form, idiot.'
' Hey... Hey... you wanna do it with me?'
'Fuck! Why are you so horny?'
'Dustin's on his time of the month.'
'That's gotta suck. I know you'll both be glad when the process for gender reassignment begins next month.'
'Is that a yes to doing it with me?'
'No... It's an invitation to make love to your right hand.'
'Aww! C'mon, little bro. Rightey's thinking of getting a restraining order against Dusty Jr.'
'Would you go find another wolf to hit on, you dorkasaurus.'
'No other wolves are talking to me, and besides, I'm your dorkasaurus.'
'Again, you're lucky I can't smack you, Bro.'
'You know you love me... C'mon, say you love me, or else.'
'Else what?'
'I'll bite your tail with my beak, and use my feathers to tickle your wolf butt hole.'
'You're such a freak.'
'I'm your freak.'
'Nope... Nope... We're not doing that again.'
'Just make it easy on yourself and say you love me.'
'Fine! You win! I love you.'
'No, you don't. I love you.'
'When we're back human form, I'm smacking the shit outta you, then I'll hogtie you and tickle your feet.'
'Oooh! Yeah, baby. Talk dirty to me.'
'Go fly into a tree or something.'
'C'mon, he's distracted, let's move.'
Jason closed his eyes as he lowered himself into the water so he could rinse the conditioner from his hair. He just resurfaced when...
"JASON!!! We missed you, big bro."
His eyes opened just in time to see two very excited, slightly younger guys with slender, muscular bodies crashing into him. "Aaargh!" he hollered as they collapsed into the water with a huge splash.
The trio surfaced, and before the eldest could react, the dark-haired, giggling pair had their arms wrapped around him as his giggles and excitement joined with his brothers'.
"I knew that you two scamps were stalking me. I felt your presence ever since I returned."
Jason laughed as he hugged and kissed them.
Dusty excitedly asked, "How'd you get the awesome green skin, Bro?"
"Yeah, you look like a cuter, shorter, and less bulky Incredible Hulk, which works for you," Spirit added.
Jason grinned as he gave his honorary brothers noogies and tickled their sides, which made them squeal and shriek with boisterous laughter. He grabbed Dusty, lifted him into the air, sending him flying towards the deeper water, and did the same to Spirit.
The Windsong boys surfaced, and a splash war broke out while chasing their giggling brother as he ran around the shallow end. Finally, they cornered Jason, soaking him with the constant wall-like waves they created by sweeping their arms back and forth on the water.
Laughing and sputtering, Jason cried, "Uncle! You two win this round."
"We love you, Jase," Spirit and Dusty said in unison as they kissed both sides of the green colored cheeks and encased the older guy in their loving embrace.
"Love you two more. Now, let's get dried off so I can go see my Papa Growling Bear."
"You know that he knew when you returned without laying eyes on you," Dusty said.
"It's good to know that some things never change."
After one more kiss and hug, Dusty and Spirit transformed into their animal forms, and with a screech and a howl, they took to the air and ran into the forest.
Jason giggled and shook his head, saying, "Yep! Some things never change, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. It's great to be back home, and I feel at peace and safe knowing that my chosen dad and brothers are looking out for me."
*****
Ignatious' Building.
From the control room, the scientist watched his captives coming to life.
Darkness, nothing but darkness, and an eerie, mind-numbing silence. That's what Ryan experienced as he regained consciousness. He tried to move his arms and legs, only to find they weren't budging. Instant fear overtook his senses as he called for help, but that's when he discovered the round, plastic object in his mouth that tasted like old gym socks that had been repeatedly worn and sweated in, and hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine for at least a month, so instead of the word he meant to say, he heard the muffled sound of his voice, which was almost immediately followed by his friend's familiar muffled grunts.
The reason he knew the sound of his partner and friend's muffled voice was that they loved playing bondage games with each other. Dale's boyfriend often joined in, as did anyone he was seeing at the time of the game. Because of the gag's taste, the situation they were in, and thoughts of the fetish games, the red-headed cop's cock was at full mast, and that's when the lack of clothing registered in his brain, which in turn made him even harder, and precum leaked from the slit.
Dale heard his partner and wanted to call to him, but the gag stopped that from happening. The taste was nasty, but it also made him horny as hell. Since they mostly shared the same fetishes, he knew Ryan's cock was as hard as a rock as well, and it drove him crazy that they couldn't help each other out.
As of yet, no words had been spoken, and they were not awake as his androids stripped, restrained, and gagged them. The taste flooding the men's mouths was from a chemical that the gags were treated with, which Ignatious created.
Getting these young men in his clutches wasn't a random occurrence because everything that happened required hours of thorough planning to achieve the desired outcome. He accomplished this by using several complicated algorithms and then initiating a series of electronic communications between his computer system and the precinct's system to lure them to his building.
His first encounter with the brotherly officers occurred when he went to the police about the insane practices and strange tests being conducted at Worker Inc. Ryan and Dale both assured him that he'd provided enough evidence to have the good doctor and company owner arrested, but that never came to pass. Ignatious was targeted by Thul and Worker, who subjected and interrogated him for five hours of torturous tickling. His other fetishes, which included spanking, food play, condescending, teasing baby talk while wearing diapers, a baby bonnet, and holding a rattle, were used on him to induce multiple forced orgasms. After the humiliating experience was over, he was fired and told to never set foot in the office building again.
Seeing the muscle studs, helpless, and squirming got the scientist hot, and he pulled his pants down to stroke his manhood as he pushed a button on the console.
The silence was broken when shrill, boisterous, muffled laughter filled the room, caused by the unexpected tickling on the men's bare, silky bound soles. Dale and Ryan desperately tried to curl their toes, but something blocked their attempts. Unknown to them, mechanical fingers pulled the twenty toes back as four other animated hands slowly and lightly raked hairbrushes up and down, then back and forth across the taut arches, heels, and balls of the feet. Sweat made their foreheads sparkle and streaked their faces. The two bodies writhed in desperate sexual agony and thrashed against the bindings, which held firm as precum dripped from their swollen cockheads, and splashed on the floor.
The laughter and attempts at begging fueled the inventor's hand job to go a little faster, and he moaned in lust-filled pleasure as he hit another button.
The ball gags were removed.
While laughing, Dale asked, "Ryan! Are you okay?"
"I'd be better if it were you tickling me. This is torture."
"Hold out, bro. We've gotta be strong, and hope we can get out of this."
"Doin' my best, big guy."
The shrieks and squeals continued as the tickling never ceased.
Faster and faster, the brunette pumped his average-sized cock, as he pushed yet another button.
"Holy Fuck!"
"Yowch!"
Without warning, the helpless, upturned bare asses were hit by wide wooden paddles with holes drilled in the center so that a whistling sound was heard seconds before the slam was felt.
"Eep!"
"Fuck! This is gonna make me cum in no time."
There was a mingling of laughter and squealing from the mixture of being tickled and paddled. The two pairs of stinging buttcheeks turned bright red and burned like crazy, the four eyes were glazed over, and the two penises were veiny, hard, and the heads were a purplish color.
"This is fuckin' porn gold," Ignatious said to himself as he added another element to the mix.
Ryan and Dale squealed like girls when a cold lubricating substance was spread along their hairy cracks and into the openings of their hot, sweaty holes. If they weren't blindfolded, they'd have seen the mix of fear and lust in each other's eyes. They gasped and whimpered like puppies as fingers stretched their holes, preparing them for intercourse. Saliva dripped from their tongues, which were hanging from the side of their mouths, and their dicks were painfully hard.
Ignatious asked, "Ready?"
The men jumped at the unseen person suddenly speaking. However, they quickly composed themselves enough to respond with a unified, pleading, "Yes, Please Fuck Me."
The concealed captor giggled at how fast these muscle-bound guys broke down to whimpering, begging, living and breathing, sex toys. Meanwhile, his own manhood was screaming for release as he pressed a dick shaped button.
When he smelled and felt the gag against his lips, Dale said, "Nope, not gonna get that thing back..." His refusal was cut off by unexpected tickling at his feet and hips.
Ignatious giggled when the big, bad cops shrieked like girls, screamed with laughter, and squealed like little boys as they endured the ticklish assault.
"Oh... Fuck... No fair tickling," Ryan stated before his laughter joined his buddy's cackles.
The men held out for five minutes of the merciless tickles before caving, "We Give... Uncle... Insert the gags," they screeched.
The gags were once again in their mouths, and the heads of two eight-inch dildos lightly tickled at the men's cracks, making them squeal and release muffled high-pitched giggles. Slowly, each of the sex toys worked on gaining entrance to the orifices they touched, and garnered the sound of pleasure-filled moans.
Ryan's and Dale's eyes closed as their asses relaxed, and graciously accepted the toys knocking at their rears. They grunted, and their bodies squirmed as inch after inch of the visiting cocks slowly disappeared into the caverns of flesh, until the dildos were totally inserted. The plastic dicks were pushed and pulled along the ass holes' rims, with the bodies moving in rhythm. Hormones filled the main room and fueled the cops' sexual hunger.
Behind his computer, the brunette inventor was in the same state of arousal as his hand worked his cock, and his other hand's middle finger fucked his ass.
From the separated spaces, the three men worked themselves up to climactic orgasms. Ignatious was the first to blow, and his semen erupted from the cock. Next up was Ryan, he grunted primally, and released seven spurts of thick cum. Dale brought up the rear, he roared, and shot his seed, coating the floor.
When he recovered, the scientist filled the room with a knockout gas that was mixed with hypnotizing and memory-erasing agents. He then planted a suggestion of events for the cops to remember, which was different than what occurred.
To keep Dale's boyfriend from being suspicious, he sent the young man a coupon for a day at the spa as a prize for a contest the boyfriend had entered.
With the pressing of another button, his androids released the unconscious men, took them to the shower, where they bathed and redressed the captives. Ryan and Dale were placed in their squad car, driven to Dale's house, and were put into bed, where they'd wake up, none the wiser of what actually happened to them.
*****
Worker Inc.
He was focused on the aching, hardness of his manhood, and getting to the privacy of his office as soon as possible so that he could get the massive load rubbed out before it coated his underwear. The brunette's hand turned the doorknob and opened the door. He was so horny and worked up that he failed to notice the lights were off and the blinds were closed, neither of which was left that way when he went down to the lab.
The second Luke stepped inside and closed the door, translucent blue cuffs hanging from the ceiling by chains, wrapped around his wrists. The chains pulled them up over his head, spreading them apart, and the CEO yelped as he was lifted off the floor. He gathered the momentum and kicked his legs forward and backward, to see if he could swing enough to get free, despite knowing he couldn't. The swinging stopped as his ankles were cuffed, spread apart, and restrained by chains coming from the floor.
Suddenly, two men came from behind the trapped male. They kicked and jumped while chanting, "Pix! Pix! He needs licks. His ass we'll fuck with our massive dicks. Yay! You're our Pix."
"Oh, you two are sooo gonna regret that one," Luke said, trying to be threatening, but was giggling too much to be credible.
Charles and Phoenix wrapped their arms around the trapped man, slowly licked both cheeks, and took turns rubbing and smacking the helpless khaki-clad ass. They giggled as their captive jumped and squeaked.
"You're fuckin' sexy when you're restrained," the red-haired captor whispered.
Luke's eyes widened, his cock got even harder than it was, and he shivered when the other men lightly blew across the tips of his ear lobes and rubbed his ballsack through his pants.
"Fuck! I thought I was horny before, but you two are demolishing that thought very quickly," he said while breathing heavily.
"That's the intention, our sexy fairy boy," Charles said while gently nibbling the brunette's Adam's apple.
"Fuck! FUCK! You know that's a damned kill spot, Chuckles."
Phoenix used the tip of his tongue to trace the edge of the shorter man's jawbone, which he noticed caused a very high-pitched mewling kitty sound.
"What the fuck? No one's done that to me before. It's fucking insane."
"Sweet! There's a new make Lukey horny spot to play with," Charles said, chuckling.
"Heh, I can see why ya call him Chuckles, Lukester."
Charles and Luke, in unison, said, "Just wait till I get my hands on you, Cowboy."
"Aww, shucks! Just your hands? I was kinda hopin' you'd get your lips, cock, ass, and well... whole body on me, sexy fairy, and Smiley."
Charles and Luke giggled and shook their heads.
"Chuckster told me about y'all wantin' me to join your relationship and make it a foursome. He also told me about the commitment he proposed, which you and Jase agreed to."
"Are you in, ginger country boy?"
"Before comin' here, and after talkin' with Chuck, I was given a vision of my adopted family and the Creator supportin' this budding four-way relationship, and bein' happy for all of us, so I'd be a fool to walk away from something so magical and lovin'."
"Is that a yes or...."
Charles giggled and said, "That's our new lover's long-winded way of saying he's our one and only sexy cowboy." He squealed when he was trapped in a chokehold and given a noogie. "Let go, you big oaf."
Phoenix licked his lips and tickled his blonde boy's side while keeping him trapped.
"No... Not again," Charles cried while laughing like a hyena and desperately trying to pull free without using his superstrength, which would hurt his playful attacker.
Luke's eyes glazed over, his cock threatened to break through the zipper of his pants, and he released a deep, primal moan. "Can you guys put the playtime on hold and take care of your helpless king," he asked.
"King? Did you know about this, Nixie?"
"I did not, Chuckster."
"Maybe his majesty needs to think about this title for a moment."
The blonde and redhead laughed when the brunette's eyes widened, and looked at them with a horrified expression.
Luke gulped and said, "You two wouldn't dare leave me this horny with no help."
"No, we wouldn't, baby fairy boy," Charles said, kissing his brown-haired lover.
"Why don'cha get these clothes off your body for us?"
Luke's eyes glowed as he worked a spell that made everyone's clothes disappear and reappear folded on the desk, and their shoes were beside the leather chair.
"That's a nifty trick," Phoenix observed.
"Wait! Shouldn't I get Jason?"
"Jason's fine, Lukey," Charles said.
The blonde lovingly kissed his red and brown-haired lovers as their three bodies pressed together.
"Jase is visitin' with our honorary daddy and brothers," Phoenix said.
Luke squeaked and gasped when his ass was rimmed and his ballsack was licked and gently suckled.
The men's cocks were at their full girth and length, and each was leaking precum, like drops of piss after a lengthy pee. The two with magic used their gifts to lube the three penises and asses, then Phoenix got behind Luke, and Charles was in front of the half-fairy. In a matter of seconds, the anus muscles that had a cockhead asking for entry relaxed and allowed the appendages to enter.
Phoenix gasped when he felt a cockhead gently sliding into his ass, and giggled when Luke looked back at him, and winked.
The expansive office filled with the sounds of moaning, skin slapping against skin, and breathy, lust-filled words of encouragement and satisfaction. Beads of sweat broke out on the trio's creamy, pale skin as tongues lapped it off the backs and sides of glistening necks, which caused Luke's puppy whimpers and airy, boyish giggles and squeals from Charles.
Despite having cum multiple times earlier that morning, it wasn't long before Luke announced his orgasm, which triggered Charles' release of semen and fueled Phoenix's volcanic eruption. The room lit up with a brilliant pink, red, and blue fireworks display that the guys felt blessed to witness. Sweaty and spent, the men disconnected, then cuddled together on the plush carpeted floor, sharing passionate kisses and saying I love you to each other.
Suddenly, boisterous laughter and screeches came from the brunette, who was pinned to the floor, and on the receiving end of his lovers' playful tickle assault. However, he got his revenge when the window of ticklish opportunity closed, and he used his magic to hogtie and tickle his previous ticklers.
The detestable human went to great lengths to shield his ticklish weakness from being discussed and getting into the realm of public knowledge. However, after today, his efforts will have been all for nought.
He was thankful that he'd rarely been tickled throughout his lifetime, and most of those times were in retaliation for the tickle torture he'd inflicted on others. The two most recent ticklers were Dr. Thul, who was a head scientist at Worker Inc., with a nasty, vindictive personality, and a fear-inspiring, sinister fetish for breaking men through tickle torture. John Worker, the previous owner and Ceo of Worker Inc. He was a very sadistic tickler, but wasn't as bad as Thul. Then, from his past, there was Paul Waters, a millionaire businessman by day, and a leather daddy, nicknamed Big Daddy, with fetishes for bondage, foot/tickle, body worship, and trophy collecting, by night. The experiences with Thul and Big Daddy were continuously relived in Gordon's nightmares and sex dreams.
Despite the passage of two decades, the memory of being in the merciless clutches of "Big Daddy" was as fresh in Gordon's mind as if it happened yesterday.. His dad finally signed everything he owned over to him after the patriarch endured four hours of nonstop torture. He figured that would be the end of things, just like usual. However, he didn't know how deeply this last session physically, mentally, and emotionally broke his father, and in all honesty, if he knew, he'd be as giggly and giddy as a school boy. It was a few days later, he was relaxing in his home, when someone's big, meaty hand clamped over his mouth, followed by the prick of a needle. Despite struggling, he remembered going down like a ton of bricks in a matter of minutes, then when he woke up, he was naked and tied to a St. Andrew's Cross that spun. For forty-eight hours, he remained helpless on that cross as he was tickled, flogged, spanked, paddled, pissed on both by his own urine and his torturer's, and even pies were thrown at his face and body in constantly changing positions. Of course, there were breaks given, but they were few and very far between. It wasn't until he went through his father's things after the man died that he learned Big Daddy was offered payment to torture him. He also read about how the money was turned down, after his father told the leather-clad man of the decades of tickle torture and blackmail that were inflicted on him and his late wife.
The workers stopped their endeavours to watch the floor show since all or most of them, at one time or another, had suffered a distasteful encounter with the creton.
As soon as the tickling began, Gordon's shrieking laughter bounced off the facility's walls and echoed through the worker-filled area. The tips of the mechanical fingers felt like actual flesh as they wiggled and dug into the many soft, ticklish areas of the helpless man's restrained and nude body. The brushes scrubbing his bare soles made the victim's head rapidly swing side to side as his body bucked and thrashed as much as possible against the unforgiving restraints. The feathers did a particularly devastating job on the man when they sawed back and forth between his helpless toes, then stroked along their exposed bases because he rarely went anywhere without wearing socks and shoes.
Five minutes into the session, the once-proud blackmailer bellowed, "This is too much. I'll do anything. I'm begging. Anyone... Please! Stop this... I'm too ticklish."
The audience relished seeing and hearing the tormentor break so quickly.
"Fuck! Who would've guessed that asshole's such a whimp," one of the brunette men observed.
"Wow! Listen to his girly screeches, Dude, my little sister didn't get that loud or shrill when she was five," another guy stated.
"Ya know, I thought he was packin' more in the front, heh, I guess it's true what they say, appearances can be deceiving," one transgender woman said.
"Holy crap! The way his piss erupted from the slit would make Old Faithful look like a water fountain in comparison," a red-haired female commented.
Of course, that was an exaggeration, but that didn't matter because the laughing fool in the chair could see the people crowded around the chamber, hear their comments, and it heightened the embarrassment he felt. However, the worst part was the orgasm, which resulted in a white, thin, watery substance bubbling up from the cock head and trickling down the short shaft.
"Well, that was an absolute let down," was the last comment before the crowd dispersed.
After ejaculating, Gordon's ticklishness shot into the stratosphere, and he looked like he was in pain while silently laughing.
Luke arrived at the lab just as the company's former investor's tickle session reached the thirty-minute mark. However, he'd been watching from his office, giving himself a handjob.
"Please... No more... I'll resign and never set foot in this fuckin' place ever again," Gordon somehow managed to screech.
The half-fairy was actually shocked at how desheveled and rabid the former proud bully looked. Gone was the blustering threat-slinging tyrant who lorded his self-perceived superiority over others, and in that verson's place was a sputtering, broken, pleading, pitiful being who could only be called a man in gender only, and forget about his impeccable pristine appearance, that was replaced by a nude dad-bod coated in saliva, piss, and tears. The unbelievable change actually caused the brunette to end the session.
"Th... Thank you."
The CEO's nose wrinkled because of the offensive odor wafting into his sensitive nostrils as he glared at the shivering, shaking mass of skin and bones in the chair, and menacingly growled, "Don't fuckin' thank me, you pathetic little man. I just wanted to get you out of my and my employee's sight before any of us vomit, and make this area harder to clean. You've got five minutes to get yourself together because the police are on their way. Gordon, if you ever set foot in this building again, or come within one hundred feet of me, what you just experienced will seem like a trip to Disney World compared to what I'll do to your repulsive ass."
Not speaking another word, Luke turned and walked away.
*****
Jason's Cabin
Jason's flesh looked more gray than green because of all the grime and dirt that got eradicated and kicked up during the three-hour-long cleansing. While cleaning, the young man started listing the pros and cons of living in his previous home, and before he finished the chores, he had decided to move back to Rainbow Falls.
'Ugh! I feel like a slime creature,' the green-haired man thought as he ran his fingers over the grease coating his body.
In the bathroom, he was about to turn the water on when a sudden idea that he thought would be fun came to him. Even though swimming wasn't his favorite activity, he always loved wading in the lake out back, until the water reached his waist, so after grabbing the body wash, the shampoo and conditioner, and his towel, the grinning homeowner headed outside to bathe in nature.
At the edge of the property, where the forest began, a wolf with an eagle perched upon its shoulder observed the bathing human.
A telepathic conversation between the feathered and four-legged creatures began when Dusty asked, 'Us watching Jason isn't considered incest, is it?'
Spirit laughed, which physically translated to the wolf doing its version of snickering.
'Really, Dusty? Incest is when the involved individuals are biologically related.'
'Sweet! Does that mean that we can do it with Jason?'
The canine shook its head and closed its eyes.
'You're sooo lucky I can't smack you in this form, idiot.'
' Hey... Hey... you wanna do it with me?'
'Fuck! Why are you so horny?'
'Dustin's on his time of the month.'
'That's gotta suck. I know you'll both be glad when the process for gender reassignment begins next month.'
'Is that a yes to doing it with me?'
'No... It's an invitation to make love to your right hand.'
'Aww! C'mon, little bro. Rightey's thinking of getting a restraining order against Dusty Jr.'
'Would you go find another wolf to hit on, you dorkasaurus.'
'No other wolves are talking to me, and besides, I'm your dorkasaurus.'
'Again, you're lucky I can't smack you, Bro.'
'You know you love me... C'mon, say you love me, or else.'
'Else what?'
'I'll bite your tail with my beak, and use my feathers to tickle your wolf butt hole.'
'You're such a freak.'
'I'm your freak.'
'Nope... Nope... We're not doing that again.'
'Just make it easy on yourself and say you love me.'
'Fine! You win! I love you.'
'No, you don't. I love you.'
'When we're back human form, I'm smacking the shit outta you, then I'll hogtie you and tickle your feet.'
'Oooh! Yeah, baby. Talk dirty to me.'
'Go fly into a tree or something.'
'C'mon, he's distracted, let's move.'
Jason closed his eyes as he lowered himself into the water so he could rinse the conditioner from his hair. He just resurfaced when...
"JASON!!! We missed you, big bro."
His eyes opened just in time to see two very excited, slightly younger guys with slender, muscular bodies crashing into him. "Aaargh!" he hollered as they collapsed into the water with a huge splash.
The trio surfaced, and before the eldest could react, the dark-haired, giggling pair had their arms wrapped around him as his giggles and excitement joined with his brothers'.
"I knew that you two scamps were stalking me. I felt your presence ever since I returned."
Jason laughed as he hugged and kissed them.
Dusty excitedly asked, "How'd you get the awesome green skin, Bro?"
"Yeah, you look like a cuter, shorter, and less bulky Incredible Hulk, which works for you," Spirit added.
Jason grinned as he gave his honorary brothers noogies and tickled their sides, which made them squeal and shriek with boisterous laughter. He grabbed Dusty, lifted him into the air, sending him flying towards the deeper water, and did the same to Spirit.
The Windsong boys surfaced, and a splash war broke out while chasing their giggling brother as he ran around the shallow end. Finally, they cornered Jason, soaking him with the constant wall-like waves they created by sweeping their arms back and forth on the water.
Laughing and sputtering, Jason cried, "Uncle! You two win this round."
"We love you, Jase," Spirit and Dusty said in unison as they kissed both sides of the green colored cheeks and encased the older guy in their loving embrace.
"Love you two more. Now, let's get dried off so I can go see my Papa Growling Bear."
"You know that he knew when you returned without laying eyes on you," Dusty said.
"It's good to know that some things never change."
After one more kiss and hug, Dusty and Spirit transformed into their animal forms, and with a screech and a howl, they took to the air and ran into the forest.
Jason giggled and shook his head, saying, "Yep! Some things never change, and for that, I'm eternally grateful. It's great to be back home, and I feel at peace and safe knowing that my chosen dad and brothers are looking out for me."
*****
Ignatious' Building.
From the control room, the scientist watched his captives coming to life.
Darkness, nothing but darkness, and an eerie, mind-numbing silence. That's what Ryan experienced as he regained consciousness. He tried to move his arms and legs, only to find they weren't budging. Instant fear overtook his senses as he called for help, but that's when he discovered the round, plastic object in his mouth that tasted like old gym socks that had been repeatedly worn and sweated in, and hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine for at least a month, so instead of the word he meant to say, he heard the muffled sound of his voice, which was almost immediately followed by his friend's familiar muffled grunts.
The reason he knew the sound of his partner and friend's muffled voice was that they loved playing bondage games with each other. Dale's boyfriend often joined in, as did anyone he was seeing at the time of the game. Because of the gag's taste, the situation they were in, and thoughts of the fetish games, the red-headed cop's cock was at full mast, and that's when the lack of clothing registered in his brain, which in turn made him even harder, and precum leaked from the slit.
Dale heard his partner and wanted to call to him, but the gag stopped that from happening. The taste was nasty, but it also made him horny as hell. Since they mostly shared the same fetishes, he knew Ryan's cock was as hard as a rock as well, and it drove him crazy that they couldn't help each other out.
As of yet, no words had been spoken, and they were not awake as his androids stripped, restrained, and gagged them. The taste flooding the men's mouths was from a chemical that the gags were treated with, which Ignatious created.
Getting these young men in his clutches wasn't a random occurrence because everything that happened required hours of thorough planning to achieve the desired outcome. He accomplished this by using several complicated algorithms and then initiating a series of electronic communications between his computer system and the precinct's system to lure them to his building.
His first encounter with the brotherly officers occurred when he went to the police about the insane practices and strange tests being conducted at Worker Inc. Ryan and Dale both assured him that he'd provided enough evidence to have the good doctor and company owner arrested, but that never came to pass. Ignatious was targeted by Thul and Worker, who subjected and interrogated him for five hours of torturous tickling. His other fetishes, which included spanking, food play, condescending, teasing baby talk while wearing diapers, a baby bonnet, and holding a rattle, were used on him to induce multiple forced orgasms. After the humiliating experience was over, he was fired and told to never set foot in the office building again.
Seeing the muscle studs, helpless, and squirming got the scientist hot, and he pulled his pants down to stroke his manhood as he pushed a button on the console.
The silence was broken when shrill, boisterous, muffled laughter filled the room, caused by the unexpected tickling on the men's bare, silky bound soles. Dale and Ryan desperately tried to curl their toes, but something blocked their attempts. Unknown to them, mechanical fingers pulled the twenty toes back as four other animated hands slowly and lightly raked hairbrushes up and down, then back and forth across the taut arches, heels, and balls of the feet. Sweat made their foreheads sparkle and streaked their faces. The two bodies writhed in desperate sexual agony and thrashed against the bindings, which held firm as precum dripped from their swollen cockheads, and splashed on the floor.
The laughter and attempts at begging fueled the inventor's hand job to go a little faster, and he moaned in lust-filled pleasure as he hit another button.
The ball gags were removed.
While laughing, Dale asked, "Ryan! Are you okay?"
"I'd be better if it were you tickling me. This is torture."
"Hold out, bro. We've gotta be strong, and hope we can get out of this."
"Doin' my best, big guy."
The shrieks and squeals continued as the tickling never ceased.
Faster and faster, the brunette pumped his average-sized cock, as he pushed yet another button.
"Holy Fuck!"
"Yowch!"
Without warning, the helpless, upturned bare asses were hit by wide wooden paddles with holes drilled in the center so that a whistling sound was heard seconds before the slam was felt.
"Eep!"
"Fuck! This is gonna make me cum in no time."
There was a mingling of laughter and squealing from the mixture of being tickled and paddled. The two pairs of stinging buttcheeks turned bright red and burned like crazy, the four eyes were glazed over, and the two penises were veiny, hard, and the heads were a purplish color.
"This is fuckin' porn gold," Ignatious said to himself as he added another element to the mix.
Ryan and Dale squealed like girls when a cold lubricating substance was spread along their hairy cracks and into the openings of their hot, sweaty holes. If they weren't blindfolded, they'd have seen the mix of fear and lust in each other's eyes. They gasped and whimpered like puppies as fingers stretched their holes, preparing them for intercourse. Saliva dripped from their tongues, which were hanging from the side of their mouths, and their dicks were painfully hard.
Ignatious asked, "Ready?"
The men jumped at the unseen person suddenly speaking. However, they quickly composed themselves enough to respond with a unified, pleading, "Yes, Please Fuck Me."
The concealed captor giggled at how fast these muscle-bound guys broke down to whimpering, begging, living and breathing, sex toys. Meanwhile, his own manhood was screaming for release as he pressed a dick shaped button.
When he smelled and felt the gag against his lips, Dale said, "Nope, not gonna get that thing back..." His refusal was cut off by unexpected tickling at his feet and hips.
Ignatious giggled when the big, bad cops shrieked like girls, screamed with laughter, and squealed like little boys as they endured the ticklish assault.
"Oh... Fuck... No fair tickling," Ryan stated before his laughter joined his buddy's cackles.
The men held out for five minutes of the merciless tickles before caving, "We Give... Uncle... Insert the gags," they screeched.
The gags were once again in their mouths, and the heads of two eight-inch dildos lightly tickled at the men's cracks, making them squeal and release muffled high-pitched giggles. Slowly, each of the sex toys worked on gaining entrance to the orifices they touched, and garnered the sound of pleasure-filled moans.
Ryan's and Dale's eyes closed as their asses relaxed, and graciously accepted the toys knocking at their rears. They grunted, and their bodies squirmed as inch after inch of the visiting cocks slowly disappeared into the caverns of flesh, until the dildos were totally inserted. The plastic dicks were pushed and pulled along the ass holes' rims, with the bodies moving in rhythm. Hormones filled the main room and fueled the cops' sexual hunger.
Behind his computer, the brunette inventor was in the same state of arousal as his hand worked his cock, and his other hand's middle finger fucked his ass.
From the separated spaces, the three men worked themselves up to climactic orgasms. Ignatious was the first to blow, and his semen erupted from the cock. Next up was Ryan, he grunted primally, and released seven spurts of thick cum. Dale brought up the rear, he roared, and shot his seed, coating the floor.
When he recovered, the scientist filled the room with a knockout gas that was mixed with hypnotizing and memory-erasing agents. He then planted a suggestion of events for the cops to remember, which was different than what occurred.
To keep Dale's boyfriend from being suspicious, he sent the young man a coupon for a day at the spa as a prize for a contest the boyfriend had entered.
With the pressing of another button, his androids released the unconscious men, took them to the shower, where they bathed and redressed the captives. Ryan and Dale were placed in their squad car, driven to Dale's house, and were put into bed, where they'd wake up, none the wiser of what actually happened to them.
*****
Worker Inc.
He was focused on the aching, hardness of his manhood, and getting to the privacy of his office as soon as possible so that he could get the massive load rubbed out before it coated his underwear. The brunette's hand turned the doorknob and opened the door. He was so horny and worked up that he failed to notice the lights were off and the blinds were closed, neither of which was left that way when he went down to the lab.
The second Luke stepped inside and closed the door, translucent blue cuffs hanging from the ceiling by chains, wrapped around his wrists. The chains pulled them up over his head, spreading them apart, and the CEO yelped as he was lifted off the floor. He gathered the momentum and kicked his legs forward and backward, to see if he could swing enough to get free, despite knowing he couldn't. The swinging stopped as his ankles were cuffed, spread apart, and restrained by chains coming from the floor.
Suddenly, two men came from behind the trapped male. They kicked and jumped while chanting, "Pix! Pix! He needs licks. His ass we'll fuck with our massive dicks. Yay! You're our Pix."
"Oh, you two are sooo gonna regret that one," Luke said, trying to be threatening, but was giggling too much to be credible.
Charles and Phoenix wrapped their arms around the trapped man, slowly licked both cheeks, and took turns rubbing and smacking the helpless khaki-clad ass. They giggled as their captive jumped and squeaked.
"You're fuckin' sexy when you're restrained," the red-haired captor whispered.
Luke's eyes widened, his cock got even harder than it was, and he shivered when the other men lightly blew across the tips of his ear lobes and rubbed his ballsack through his pants.
"Fuck! I thought I was horny before, but you two are demolishing that thought very quickly," he said while breathing heavily.
"That's the intention, our sexy fairy boy," Charles said while gently nibbling the brunette's Adam's apple.
"Fuck! FUCK! You know that's a damned kill spot, Chuckles."
Phoenix used the tip of his tongue to trace the edge of the shorter man's jawbone, which he noticed caused a very high-pitched mewling kitty sound.
"What the fuck? No one's done that to me before. It's fucking insane."
"Sweet! There's a new make Lukey horny spot to play with," Charles said, chuckling.
"Heh, I can see why ya call him Chuckles, Lukester."
Charles and Luke, in unison, said, "Just wait till I get my hands on you, Cowboy."
"Aww, shucks! Just your hands? I was kinda hopin' you'd get your lips, cock, ass, and well... whole body on me, sexy fairy, and Smiley."
Charles and Luke giggled and shook their heads.
"Chuckster told me about y'all wantin' me to join your relationship and make it a foursome. He also told me about the commitment he proposed, which you and Jase agreed to."
"Are you in, ginger country boy?"
"Before comin' here, and after talkin' with Chuck, I was given a vision of my adopted family and the Creator supportin' this budding four-way relationship, and bein' happy for all of us, so I'd be a fool to walk away from something so magical and lovin'."
"Is that a yes or...."
Charles giggled and said, "That's our new lover's long-winded way of saying he's our one and only sexy cowboy." He squealed when he was trapped in a chokehold and given a noogie. "Let go, you big oaf."
Phoenix licked his lips and tickled his blonde boy's side while keeping him trapped.
"No... Not again," Charles cried while laughing like a hyena and desperately trying to pull free without using his superstrength, which would hurt his playful attacker.
Luke's eyes glazed over, his cock threatened to break through the zipper of his pants, and he released a deep, primal moan. "Can you guys put the playtime on hold and take care of your helpless king," he asked.
"King? Did you know about this, Nixie?"
"I did not, Chuckster."
"Maybe his majesty needs to think about this title for a moment."
The blonde and redhead laughed when the brunette's eyes widened, and looked at them with a horrified expression.
Luke gulped and said, "You two wouldn't dare leave me this horny with no help."
"No, we wouldn't, baby fairy boy," Charles said, kissing his brown-haired lover.
"Why don'cha get these clothes off your body for us?"
Luke's eyes glowed as he worked a spell that made everyone's clothes disappear and reappear folded on the desk, and their shoes were beside the leather chair.
"That's a nifty trick," Phoenix observed.
"Wait! Shouldn't I get Jason?"
"Jason's fine, Lukey," Charles said.
The blonde lovingly kissed his red and brown-haired lovers as their three bodies pressed together.
"Jase is visitin' with our honorary daddy and brothers," Phoenix said.
Luke squeaked and gasped when his ass was rimmed and his ballsack was licked and gently suckled.
The men's cocks were at their full girth and length, and each was leaking precum, like drops of piss after a lengthy pee. The two with magic used their gifts to lube the three penises and asses, then Phoenix got behind Luke, and Charles was in front of the half-fairy. In a matter of seconds, the anus muscles that had a cockhead asking for entry relaxed and allowed the appendages to enter.
Phoenix gasped when he felt a cockhead gently sliding into his ass, and giggled when Luke looked back at him, and winked.
The expansive office filled with the sounds of moaning, skin slapping against skin, and breathy, lust-filled words of encouragement and satisfaction. Beads of sweat broke out on the trio's creamy, pale skin as tongues lapped it off the backs and sides of glistening necks, which caused Luke's puppy whimpers and airy, boyish giggles and squeals from Charles.
Despite having cum multiple times earlier that morning, it wasn't long before Luke announced his orgasm, which triggered Charles' release of semen and fueled Phoenix's volcanic eruption. The room lit up with a brilliant pink, red, and blue fireworks display that the guys felt blessed to witness. Sweaty and spent, the men disconnected, then cuddled together on the plush carpeted floor, sharing passionate kisses and saying I love you to each other.
Suddenly, boisterous laughter and screeches came from the brunette, who was pinned to the floor, and on the receiving end of his lovers' playful tickle assault. However, he got his revenge when the window of ticklish opportunity closed, and he used his magic to hogtie and tickle his previous ticklers.
