Ticklishboy30
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Rainbow Falls
The midmorning sun shone down on the Windsonng men, who were taking time to enjoy some bonding time while skinny dipping before making lunch.
Thomas used his magic to send an ocean-like wave that was tall enough to reach the top of the waterfall, where his boys, in their animal forms, were moments from changing back into humans, so they could ambush him with a giant splash from their joint cannonballs.
When the magically animated liquid wall reached the Windsong siblings, they were in mid-transformation, and it cast a dark shadow over their half-animal, half-human forms before treating them to a torrential downpour.
'Yikes!" "Shit, that's cold," Dusty and Spirit exclaimed, once they finished transforming. The brothers' muscle-toned bodies shivered, and their teeth chattered as they wrapped their arms around each other to find some warmth.
The Shaman threw his head back, laughing at the adorably pitiful sight of the drenched pair, glaring down at him.
"That's it, old guy," Dusty hollered.
The oldest of the brothers used his magical gift of super speed. In a matter of seconds, he was halfway down the walking path that led to the waterfall's crown. His irises flashed, then in the blink of an eye, he was back at the top of the hill, and running on air till he was far enough away from anything he could fall on that might hurt him. He cut his speed, curled into a ball, and let gravity do its job.
"Yee-Haw!"
Thomas' eyes widened, and a look of shock graced his facial features as he loudly exclaimed, "Oh, crap! Creator, protect me."
The patriarch never had a chance to shield himself from the massive skyscraper-like wave that crashed into him, knocked him off his feet, and forced him to fall backward into the pool. He surfaced and was still sputtering and spitting water when his youngest son's cannonball resulted in the second, much smaller wave that made him stumble, but didn't make him fall when it drowned his muscular body.
"Yeah! You've just been taken down by the awesome powers of the Windsong brothers," Dusty and Spirit excitedly gloated.
The young men cheered, high-fived each other, jumped up to bang their chests together, and bumped hips to end their celebratory frat boy display. However, neither one noticed the look in their dad's eyes and were not expecting the magic that lifted them into the air and kept their bodies levitating over the water in a horizontal, face-down position as ropes of black smoke bound their wrists and ankles together. "Shit! Shit! Shit," they hollered while struggling with the unbreakable spell.
Displaying a smirk of superiority, the most powerful of the three magic users created two shadow hands that repeatedly spanked the helpless pair's bare butts.
"This is soooo not cool, Dad," Dusty stated as his body bucked with every spank.
"Yeah, this is child abuse," Spirit claimed between his squeaks and puppy whimpers.
The elder chuckled and declared, "There are times when young men need to be taken back to childhood, and remember their dad can still kick their adorable butts."
After a few minutes, Thomas blinked, and the spanking stopped. However, before his boys could express their gratitude, he grinned and created two more hands. In seconds, the sounds from the forest inhabitants were joined by high-pitched squeals and boyish giggling, coming from the captured young men, as the magical creations lightly tickled them.
"Eek! No... Don't tickle my toes," Dusty's useless plea was surrounded by his uncontrollable giggles.
"C'mon, you know how ticklish the balls of my feet and arches are," Spirit cried between his howls of screechy laughter.
Five minutes ticked by before the chuckling Blackfoot elder asked, "Do my powerful boys give in to their ticklish situation?"
In unison, the brothers shrieked, "Yes! Great Father and Shaman... We give... Uncle!"
All the magic ceased, then Dusty and Spirit yelped as they fell into the water. The guys surfaced, then shared a look before jumping on their dad. They shook their hair over him, showering his face with flying drops of water, tweaked his nose, and gave him noogies while giggling and cuddling the laughing elder before escaping. Because Growling Bear wasn't the least bit ticklish, they had to use other methods to get some playful revenge.
"You've won this round, but we'll get you back," Spirit playfully threatened before he and his brother blew raspberries at their dad.
The taller brunette threw his head back and laughed at the youthful antics.
From the shadows of the trees, Jason giggled as he watched the entire scene and decided to have a little fun.
The Windsongs were climbing out of the water when vines began wrapping around their bodies, starting with their ankles and ending at the top of their shoulders.
"What the..." Dusty started to ask as a vine inserted itself into his mouth and wrapped around his head, gagging him.
"Mmmph!" Spirit and Thomas grunted as they struggled along with their brother and son in the mummified prisons.
The three trapped men squirmed and wiggled as they lazily swung back and forth, and side to side, trying to escape. Without warning, more vines started ruffling their hair and giving them wet willies, which made them squeal like crazy and shake their heads.
Jason's eyes sparkled with mischief as he giggled at the predicament he'd placed his chosen family in.
"Oh, fuck! Not more foot tickles," Dusty and Spirit cried, which got translated as "Mmmph!!!" The siblings yelped and squealed while laughing into their gags as their vine-covered bodies swayed back and forth. Twenty plump toes scrunched, and the guys desperately tried, but failed to keep the slender vines from sliding between and along the bases of their phalanges. Their muffled squeals got louder when vine tips explored their recessed belly buttons, stroked along the backs of their knees, and played with their ears.
The giggling green-haired magic user was about to release his beloved captives when an extreme ticklish wave flooded his senses, coming from his ribs and traveling up to his pits. "Shit! Not there," he screamed a millisecond before boisterous cackles burst through his lips and echoed in the trees.
"That's some trick, my green son."
Jason gasped while writhing on the ground, helplessly laughing, trapped in a prison of stomach and hip tickles. The spell trapping his brothers was broken because he couldn't concentrate on it and endure the tickle attack his dad launched against him.
Dusty and Spirit squealed just before they fell into the water.
The brunette tickler smirked as he trapped the younger man's ankles in the crook of his bulky arm.
"Nooo... Don't go there," Jason hollered. His eyes widened, and his struggling became more vigorous, but it was all amounting to nothing because he couldn't break free from the vice-like grip.
"Coochie, coochie, Jaser," Thomas teased. A second after, his five meaty fingers lightly danced across and scribbled on the pair of soft, light green bare soles.
His laughter morphed into high-pitched squeals and very boyish giggles as his body writhed and squirmed in the dirt and grass, during which, Jason managed to ask, "How'd you esca... Oh, fuck! I forgot you can astral project."
"While playing with the boys, I sensed you were nearby and felt your joy at seeing us so happy. I also picked up on your mischievous idea, created a copy of myself before you attacked, and tracked you."
Thomas stopped the tickle attack, pulled the laughing young man to his feet, and into a fatherly bear hug.
Jason sighed and melted into the warm, loving, strong embrace he'd been comforted by since first meeting the Shaman.
"We never forgot about, or stopped loving you, and have missed you very much, my son."
"I missed you and my brothers, also, Papa Growling Bear."
Tears dripped from the men's brown eyes and splashed on their broad olive and green-skinned shoulders.
"Before your brothers annihilate you for that, tonight is the Creator's Blue Moon. We need to get your chosen lovers here for a night of blended family bonding before I perform the sacred binding ceremony, and ask the Creator for the four of you to be given the gift of extended life spans as newly appointed champions for goodness, light, love, justice, and freedom."
The pair heard a rustling sound in front of them. They turned and giggled at the sight of the two soaking wet young men staring with narrowed, dagger-shooting eyes.
"Grr," Dusty playfully growled while fighting a losing battle with the grin that threatened to brighten his youthful face, "We know dad doesn't have that type of magic..."
Spirit picked up where his brother left off, saying, "So, that only leaves you, grinning green boy."
"May the Creator protect you, my green-haired son," Thomas said to his retreating boy.
"There's nowhere you can hide that we won't find you, plant boy," Dusty hollered as he and his brother chased Jason.
"Ahh! The sound of happy, playful boys. I'll never tire of hearing it," the Shaman said as he went to start making lunch for his three boys and himself.
*****
Joy City
After hugging and kissing his lovers, Charles found a deserted, dark alley to change into the Mr. Smiles costume because he had to meet up with Robert Sanchez for some tests that the freelance tech expert and consultant wanted to run on some metallic force belts he'd just created for the police department's use, and for the city's heroes who came to him for gadgets.
There were two suits for the Mr. Smiles persona. One of them was the original costume, a shiny, blue and white spandex suit, with calf-length white boots and a flowing white cape, which gave the blonde a classic comic book hero look. The other was highly technologically advanced and made of a flexible metallic material. He had no expectations of running into anything out of the ordinary, so the journalist brought the original.
While changing, Charles thought about how grateful he was for Luke's aid and advice in teaching him to use his magic to quickly change from street clothes into the hero costume. Because of the help, he no longer took forever getting dressed and undressed during a crisis, and the conjured hands also cut down on the embarrassing mishaps that would somehow always occur due to human error, causing costume malfunctions, such as falling on his ass getting the tight, sheer, calf-length socks on his feet, or putting the suit on backwards. However, sometimes the magic got a mind of its own, and the helping hands would tickle him while dressing.
Flying over the city, the hero saw a cluster of patrol cars parked around one of the mom-and-pop jewelry stores. From his viewpoint, it seemed the police were at a standoff of some kind, so Smile decided to investigate and offer his assistance.
"Thank God you showed up," Carey Daniels, the hostage negotiator, said when the caped hero landed a couple of feet away from him.
"What's the situation, Officer Daniels?"
"Hostage situation, Mr. Smiles. At least two thugs barricaded inside, holding Edna and Frank Millstone, the owners, hostage."
"Any demands?"
"Surprisingly, just to get you here."
The hero's eyes widened as his face reflected an expression of shock.
"R... Really? Wh... Why would they request that I be here?"
"No idea, big guy. We were just told that they'd only deal with you."
Smiles was totally confused, and he lightly scratched the left side of his head as alarm bells went off like crazy.
"Well, I guess I'd better go do my hero thing."
"Go get 'em, Smiles," one of the cops hollered before he joined in with the other law enforcement representatives' cheering.
Taking a deep breath, the superhero took to the air, flying around the store, looking for a back entrance that might give him the advantage of surprise. Thankfully, it didn't take long for his effort to pay off, and he landed in front of a door that faced a deserted alley. After looking around to observe his surroundings, he took a moment to see if there were signs of an alarm that would signal his presence. When none were found, he silently opened the wooden barrier just wide enough to peek inside.
"Awesome! The owners are right inside," Smiles said to himself as he carefully got the owners' attention.
"Honey! It's Mr. Smiles, we're gonna be just fine," Frank whispered.
A blue platform appeared under the duct-taped couple, then gently levitated, taking them outside, and safely deposited Edna and Frank out front with the waiting officers.
"Now, for the bad guys," the hero said as he quietly snuck into the storeroom.
The blue and white suited hero slowly flew along the wall, then peeked around the corner, and gulped when he saw a hulking thug, who had to be close to seven feet tall, dressed in black, wearing a ski mask, and sporting muscles about as big as his. He just asked himself where the other robber was when a pair of arms wrapped around his midsection and lifted him off the floor. He was using almost fifty percent of his full strength, trying to free his arms, and getting nowhere. He wriggled and writhed, bucked back and forth against his captor's rock-like chest, his legs kicked, the soles of his boots connected with nothing except air, but even with his monumental effort, the guy's limbs were not giving an inch. His eyes widened as he got squeezed so tightly, he gasped for air, and feared that his ribs might not survive this encounter fully intact.
"Holy Crap!" He exclaimed when his assailant flung him into the wall, and grunted when he landed on his ass on the floor.
The man who hadn't thrown the hero grabbed the stunned blonde's ankles, lifting him like he weighed nothing more than a bath towel and held him in the air, upside down.
"C'mon, mister. This is really destroying my hero image."
Mr. Smiles' cheeks turned bright pink from the embarrassment he felt as he helplessly swung back and forth. To further his dismay, the situation turned him on, big time, proven by his hardened manhood, which was clearly outlined by the skin-tight costume, and to his horror, there was even a dark spot forming at the head's tip, from the precum his appendage leaked.
"I just hope no one is filming this. Alright, you guys are asking for trouble," he said. Using magic, the suspended good guy conjured hands, feathers, and other various items, which started tickling the robbers. However, when this tactic didn't get the slightest twitch or softest giggle, he shockingly stammered, "Wh... What? Th... This can't be happening. Y... You two aren't ticklish... At all."
Suddenly, boyish giggles flew from his mouth. "Hey... Cut it out... I'm insanely ticklish...," he exclaimed while squealing and uselessly twisting every which way to avoid the fingers tickling his stomach and armpits. His body bucked, bent at the waist, drool slid down his cheeks, and mixed with the sweat, dripping from his hair, when a finger began to poke and twist in his belly button crevice. His giggles turned to shrieks as he released an exaggerated, loud, and high-pitched squeal. "Get.. out.. of... there...," he cried. "I'm... warning you... Don't make... Eeek... get rough... with you... guys..."
With no warning, the room started spinning very fast because the thug swung him around. "Yikes!" Smiles girlishly squealed as his head started swimming, and dizziness hit him. On the final spin, the original assailant's fist collided with his face, making him holler, "Ouch!" He wasn't given any time to recover or even think before the thug let go of him. "Oh... Crap... This is gonna hurt," he yelled as his body sailed through the air. He covered his face with his arms as he landed on and crashed through a glass case.
While the stunned, bruised, and bloodied hero lay in the heap of jewelry and shards of shattered glass, unable to move, the thugs escaped, but carried nothing with them, followed by ten drones that were never noticed by the store owners or Mr. Smiles. Taking to the sky, the thugs and drones flew to their home base.
"Mr. Smiles! Are you okay," Daniels asked as he and his men swarmed the store.
Thanks to the super strength and magic, the hero's recovery was almost complete. Although the bruises continued to darken and their discoloration would be visible for a few days, the pain subsided, and the cuts were closed. Smiles began cautiously getting to his feet as he shook his head and blinked a couple of times.
"Y...Yeah, thanks for asking. I'm sorry, I failed you, and the city, the bad guys got away this time," he solemnly stated with his head hung down, and a single tear trailing down his cheek.
It was the first time since getting his powers that he'd been hurt, and the first fight where violence was used against him. Because this was his first real defeat, an overwhelming, unfamiliar sense of failure flooded him, and he started blaming himself for being a wimp against the thugs. That is, until the Millstones and Daniels put things into perspective for the hero.
"If you say you've failed us, and this city one more time, I'm putting you over my knee and spanking your spandex-clad ass," Daniels said, with a playful smirk.
Mr. Smiles gasped, and his eyes widened. Then, a mischievous sparkle highlighted his eyes, and without thinking about the mixed company, he said, "That's not really a threat. I love it when hot daddies spank me."
Carey nearly choked, Frank threw his head back and laughed, and Edna blushed as she cleared her throat. The horrified expression and bright pink blush on the younger hero's cheeks had the three older citizens doubled over with laughter.
When the much-needed comic relief ended, Frank said, "Those guys actually didn't steal anything or hurt us."
"You saved us, and there were no fatalities," Edna added.
"As far as I'm concerned, young man, that's a win all around."
The superhero closed his eyes, then smiled and said, "Thank you, all of you, for making me see things clearer. You've been my heroes at the time when I needed saving the most."
Mr. Smiles giggled. His eyes sparkled when he was hugged by the seasoned cop and the store owners, and he eagerly returned their affectionate gesture.
"Seems to me that getting you here and fighting with you was their only goal," Daniels muttered.
"I think you're right, Carey. They left, empty-handed, after handing my butt to me. Which begs the question, why, and what was their goal?"
Once he felt ready, the hero took to the sky and headed for his rendezvous with Tech.
*****
The Park
Kid Bondage was taking a walk along a secluded trail on the outskirts of the park, to try and work through the insecurity he felt over being a hero without superpowers, and the feeling he had of being slighted because the Creator didn't see fit to gift him with any.
Luke arrived at the park, locked his car, and started his jog along one of the trails. About a quarter of the way into his jog, the half-fairy was knocked to the ground by a seven-foot-tall muscular brute, wearing all black and a ski mask. "Oof!" he grunted when his butt hit the dirt, hard. Before he had a chance to think, another assailant came from nowhere, and his fist rammed into his gut. "Fuck!" he shouted in agony as his body curled up in a fetal position and his arms wrapped around his midsection.
Kid stopped when he heard a man holler and took off running towards the sound. When he got there, he was in shock, seeing his new lover getting a crap beat out of him by two hulking guys.
"Hey, why don'cha get offa him, and try your luck with a cowboy? That is if'n' y'all think you're both man enough."
When the attackers turned, Luke's eyes blazed, and he used his magic to throw one of them into a tree, causing the man to break into pieces, which shocked the hell outta him.
"Well, I'll be they ain't nothin' but robots. Well, that changes everything," Kid said as he whipped out his gun, set it to freeze, and put the fully intact robot on ice.
With the danger averted, the heroes ran into each other's arms, sharing a lengthy, passion-filled kiss, both unaware of the ten drones flying off in another direction.
"Are ya okay, fairy boy?"
Luke giggled, and his eyes twinkled.
"Sure am, now that my cowboy's here."
Kid yelped when his arms were magically raised, and he was glued to the spot where he stood. "Pix, what are..." He stopped speaking and started squealing like crazy when the brunette began licking his open, almost hairless pit hollows. "Pix... that tickles like hell," he admitted between the boyish giggling.
Luke giggled and started tickling his new toy's sides while licking. "Coochie... coochie," he said between licks.
"C'mon, baby, not out here," Kid almost screamed as his body bucked against his tickler's body, but he couldn't go anywhere.
"Fuck! You're one tasty cowboy, Kid."
Both men's dicks were outlined by their pants, and were creating wet spots on the fabric. Their breathing became labored as their crotches mashed against and ground into each other.
"I'm gonna..." Luke said before having an orgasm and coating his underwear with his semen.
"I'm..." Kid started to say, but didn't finish as his seed exploded, dampening his underwear.
The magic holding him in place dissipated, and the redhead's eyes narrowed.
"Now, Kid.. Don't do..."
Luke yelped when he was once again on the ground, but this time he was writhing and thrashing while howling with laughter because of the massive tickle attack his hips were under.
"C'mon, Pix, babe. Let's get this guy over to Tech's. Maybe he can get us some answers as to who created these and why."
"I'm sooo getting you back for this, country boy. Just wait till we're in the country tonight."
The redhead's eyes sparkled, he wagged his eyebrows and said, "Promises, Promises." He yelped when his lover's hand smacked his ass.
When they got to Tech's warehouse, Luke and Kid overheard Charles talking about his encounter with two hulks who got the best of him. The men gasped when they saw the bruises.
"Charles, baby," Luke softly cooed as he ran to his lover and threw his arms around him.
"It's already almost healed, babe. I'm fine," Charles said into his half-fairy's ear. You look like you just had a run-in with someone, Luke. Are you..."
"This ain't one 'a' the guys who attacked ya, is it, Chuck," Kid asked as he dragged the frozen specimen into the work area.
"Yeah, that's him, but..."
"It's not a him, it's an it," Luke said. "I just destroyed one in the park, after they attacked me. Thank the Creator, Kid came along."
Tech was a close friend to most of the city's heroes, and already knew this trio's everyday identities, so he wasn't shocked. He was, however, intrigued by what was brought in.
After chatting some and getting promises from Tech that he'd get with Jason as soon as he could to come up with a look for him to hide his skin color, and that he'd call with any info on the android, the heroes left to go home and cuddle some before heading for their night in the country and the Creator's Blue Moon.
The midmorning sun shone down on the Windsonng men, who were taking time to enjoy some bonding time while skinny dipping before making lunch.
Thomas used his magic to send an ocean-like wave that was tall enough to reach the top of the waterfall, where his boys, in their animal forms, were moments from changing back into humans, so they could ambush him with a giant splash from their joint cannonballs.
When the magically animated liquid wall reached the Windsong siblings, they were in mid-transformation, and it cast a dark shadow over their half-animal, half-human forms before treating them to a torrential downpour.
'Yikes!" "Shit, that's cold," Dusty and Spirit exclaimed, once they finished transforming. The brothers' muscle-toned bodies shivered, and their teeth chattered as they wrapped their arms around each other to find some warmth.
The Shaman threw his head back, laughing at the adorably pitiful sight of the drenched pair, glaring down at him.
"That's it, old guy," Dusty hollered.
The oldest of the brothers used his magical gift of super speed. In a matter of seconds, he was halfway down the walking path that led to the waterfall's crown. His irises flashed, then in the blink of an eye, he was back at the top of the hill, and running on air till he was far enough away from anything he could fall on that might hurt him. He cut his speed, curled into a ball, and let gravity do its job.
"Yee-Haw!"
Thomas' eyes widened, and a look of shock graced his facial features as he loudly exclaimed, "Oh, crap! Creator, protect me."
The patriarch never had a chance to shield himself from the massive skyscraper-like wave that crashed into him, knocked him off his feet, and forced him to fall backward into the pool. He surfaced and was still sputtering and spitting water when his youngest son's cannonball resulted in the second, much smaller wave that made him stumble, but didn't make him fall when it drowned his muscular body.
"Yeah! You've just been taken down by the awesome powers of the Windsong brothers," Dusty and Spirit excitedly gloated.
The young men cheered, high-fived each other, jumped up to bang their chests together, and bumped hips to end their celebratory frat boy display. However, neither one noticed the look in their dad's eyes and were not expecting the magic that lifted them into the air and kept their bodies levitating over the water in a horizontal, face-down position as ropes of black smoke bound their wrists and ankles together. "Shit! Shit! Shit," they hollered while struggling with the unbreakable spell.
Displaying a smirk of superiority, the most powerful of the three magic users created two shadow hands that repeatedly spanked the helpless pair's bare butts.
"This is soooo not cool, Dad," Dusty stated as his body bucked with every spank.
"Yeah, this is child abuse," Spirit claimed between his squeaks and puppy whimpers.
The elder chuckled and declared, "There are times when young men need to be taken back to childhood, and remember their dad can still kick their adorable butts."
After a few minutes, Thomas blinked, and the spanking stopped. However, before his boys could express their gratitude, he grinned and created two more hands. In seconds, the sounds from the forest inhabitants were joined by high-pitched squeals and boyish giggling, coming from the captured young men, as the magical creations lightly tickled them.
"Eek! No... Don't tickle my toes," Dusty's useless plea was surrounded by his uncontrollable giggles.
"C'mon, you know how ticklish the balls of my feet and arches are," Spirit cried between his howls of screechy laughter.
Five minutes ticked by before the chuckling Blackfoot elder asked, "Do my powerful boys give in to their ticklish situation?"
In unison, the brothers shrieked, "Yes! Great Father and Shaman... We give... Uncle!"
All the magic ceased, then Dusty and Spirit yelped as they fell into the water. The guys surfaced, then shared a look before jumping on their dad. They shook their hair over him, showering his face with flying drops of water, tweaked his nose, and gave him noogies while giggling and cuddling the laughing elder before escaping. Because Growling Bear wasn't the least bit ticklish, they had to use other methods to get some playful revenge.
"You've won this round, but we'll get you back," Spirit playfully threatened before he and his brother blew raspberries at their dad.
The taller brunette threw his head back and laughed at the youthful antics.
From the shadows of the trees, Jason giggled as he watched the entire scene and decided to have a little fun.
The Windsongs were climbing out of the water when vines began wrapping around their bodies, starting with their ankles and ending at the top of their shoulders.
"What the..." Dusty started to ask as a vine inserted itself into his mouth and wrapped around his head, gagging him.
"Mmmph!" Spirit and Thomas grunted as they struggled along with their brother and son in the mummified prisons.
The three trapped men squirmed and wiggled as they lazily swung back and forth, and side to side, trying to escape. Without warning, more vines started ruffling their hair and giving them wet willies, which made them squeal like crazy and shake their heads.
Jason's eyes sparkled with mischief as he giggled at the predicament he'd placed his chosen family in.
"Oh, fuck! Not more foot tickles," Dusty and Spirit cried, which got translated as "Mmmph!!!" The siblings yelped and squealed while laughing into their gags as their vine-covered bodies swayed back and forth. Twenty plump toes scrunched, and the guys desperately tried, but failed to keep the slender vines from sliding between and along the bases of their phalanges. Their muffled squeals got louder when vine tips explored their recessed belly buttons, stroked along the backs of their knees, and played with their ears.
The giggling green-haired magic user was about to release his beloved captives when an extreme ticklish wave flooded his senses, coming from his ribs and traveling up to his pits. "Shit! Not there," he screamed a millisecond before boisterous cackles burst through his lips and echoed in the trees.
"That's some trick, my green son."
Jason gasped while writhing on the ground, helplessly laughing, trapped in a prison of stomach and hip tickles. The spell trapping his brothers was broken because he couldn't concentrate on it and endure the tickle attack his dad launched against him.
Dusty and Spirit squealed just before they fell into the water.
The brunette tickler smirked as he trapped the younger man's ankles in the crook of his bulky arm.
"Nooo... Don't go there," Jason hollered. His eyes widened, and his struggling became more vigorous, but it was all amounting to nothing because he couldn't break free from the vice-like grip.
"Coochie, coochie, Jaser," Thomas teased. A second after, his five meaty fingers lightly danced across and scribbled on the pair of soft, light green bare soles.
His laughter morphed into high-pitched squeals and very boyish giggles as his body writhed and squirmed in the dirt and grass, during which, Jason managed to ask, "How'd you esca... Oh, fuck! I forgot you can astral project."
"While playing with the boys, I sensed you were nearby and felt your joy at seeing us so happy. I also picked up on your mischievous idea, created a copy of myself before you attacked, and tracked you."
Thomas stopped the tickle attack, pulled the laughing young man to his feet, and into a fatherly bear hug.
Jason sighed and melted into the warm, loving, strong embrace he'd been comforted by since first meeting the Shaman.
"We never forgot about, or stopped loving you, and have missed you very much, my son."
"I missed you and my brothers, also, Papa Growling Bear."
Tears dripped from the men's brown eyes and splashed on their broad olive and green-skinned shoulders.
"Before your brothers annihilate you for that, tonight is the Creator's Blue Moon. We need to get your chosen lovers here for a night of blended family bonding before I perform the sacred binding ceremony, and ask the Creator for the four of you to be given the gift of extended life spans as newly appointed champions for goodness, light, love, justice, and freedom."
The pair heard a rustling sound in front of them. They turned and giggled at the sight of the two soaking wet young men staring with narrowed, dagger-shooting eyes.
"Grr," Dusty playfully growled while fighting a losing battle with the grin that threatened to brighten his youthful face, "We know dad doesn't have that type of magic..."
Spirit picked up where his brother left off, saying, "So, that only leaves you, grinning green boy."
"May the Creator protect you, my green-haired son," Thomas said to his retreating boy.
"There's nowhere you can hide that we won't find you, plant boy," Dusty hollered as he and his brother chased Jason.
"Ahh! The sound of happy, playful boys. I'll never tire of hearing it," the Shaman said as he went to start making lunch for his three boys and himself.
*****
Joy City
After hugging and kissing his lovers, Charles found a deserted, dark alley to change into the Mr. Smiles costume because he had to meet up with Robert Sanchez for some tests that the freelance tech expert and consultant wanted to run on some metallic force belts he'd just created for the police department's use, and for the city's heroes who came to him for gadgets.
There were two suits for the Mr. Smiles persona. One of them was the original costume, a shiny, blue and white spandex suit, with calf-length white boots and a flowing white cape, which gave the blonde a classic comic book hero look. The other was highly technologically advanced and made of a flexible metallic material. He had no expectations of running into anything out of the ordinary, so the journalist brought the original.
While changing, Charles thought about how grateful he was for Luke's aid and advice in teaching him to use his magic to quickly change from street clothes into the hero costume. Because of the help, he no longer took forever getting dressed and undressed during a crisis, and the conjured hands also cut down on the embarrassing mishaps that would somehow always occur due to human error, causing costume malfunctions, such as falling on his ass getting the tight, sheer, calf-length socks on his feet, or putting the suit on backwards. However, sometimes the magic got a mind of its own, and the helping hands would tickle him while dressing.
Flying over the city, the hero saw a cluster of patrol cars parked around one of the mom-and-pop jewelry stores. From his viewpoint, it seemed the police were at a standoff of some kind, so Smile decided to investigate and offer his assistance.
"Thank God you showed up," Carey Daniels, the hostage negotiator, said when the caped hero landed a couple of feet away from him.
"What's the situation, Officer Daniels?"
"Hostage situation, Mr. Smiles. At least two thugs barricaded inside, holding Edna and Frank Millstone, the owners, hostage."
"Any demands?"
"Surprisingly, just to get you here."
The hero's eyes widened as his face reflected an expression of shock.
"R... Really? Wh... Why would they request that I be here?"
"No idea, big guy. We were just told that they'd only deal with you."
Smiles was totally confused, and he lightly scratched the left side of his head as alarm bells went off like crazy.
"Well, I guess I'd better go do my hero thing."
"Go get 'em, Smiles," one of the cops hollered before he joined in with the other law enforcement representatives' cheering.
Taking a deep breath, the superhero took to the air, flying around the store, looking for a back entrance that might give him the advantage of surprise. Thankfully, it didn't take long for his effort to pay off, and he landed in front of a door that faced a deserted alley. After looking around to observe his surroundings, he took a moment to see if there were signs of an alarm that would signal his presence. When none were found, he silently opened the wooden barrier just wide enough to peek inside.
"Awesome! The owners are right inside," Smiles said to himself as he carefully got the owners' attention.
"Honey! It's Mr. Smiles, we're gonna be just fine," Frank whispered.
A blue platform appeared under the duct-taped couple, then gently levitated, taking them outside, and safely deposited Edna and Frank out front with the waiting officers.
"Now, for the bad guys," the hero said as he quietly snuck into the storeroom.
The blue and white suited hero slowly flew along the wall, then peeked around the corner, and gulped when he saw a hulking thug, who had to be close to seven feet tall, dressed in black, wearing a ski mask, and sporting muscles about as big as his. He just asked himself where the other robber was when a pair of arms wrapped around his midsection and lifted him off the floor. He was using almost fifty percent of his full strength, trying to free his arms, and getting nowhere. He wriggled and writhed, bucked back and forth against his captor's rock-like chest, his legs kicked, the soles of his boots connected with nothing except air, but even with his monumental effort, the guy's limbs were not giving an inch. His eyes widened as he got squeezed so tightly, he gasped for air, and feared that his ribs might not survive this encounter fully intact.
"Holy Crap!" He exclaimed when his assailant flung him into the wall, and grunted when he landed on his ass on the floor.
The man who hadn't thrown the hero grabbed the stunned blonde's ankles, lifting him like he weighed nothing more than a bath towel and held him in the air, upside down.
"C'mon, mister. This is really destroying my hero image."
Mr. Smiles' cheeks turned bright pink from the embarrassment he felt as he helplessly swung back and forth. To further his dismay, the situation turned him on, big time, proven by his hardened manhood, which was clearly outlined by the skin-tight costume, and to his horror, there was even a dark spot forming at the head's tip, from the precum his appendage leaked.
"I just hope no one is filming this. Alright, you guys are asking for trouble," he said. Using magic, the suspended good guy conjured hands, feathers, and other various items, which started tickling the robbers. However, when this tactic didn't get the slightest twitch or softest giggle, he shockingly stammered, "Wh... What? Th... This can't be happening. Y... You two aren't ticklish... At all."
Suddenly, boyish giggles flew from his mouth. "Hey... Cut it out... I'm insanely ticklish...," he exclaimed while squealing and uselessly twisting every which way to avoid the fingers tickling his stomach and armpits. His body bucked, bent at the waist, drool slid down his cheeks, and mixed with the sweat, dripping from his hair, when a finger began to poke and twist in his belly button crevice. His giggles turned to shrieks as he released an exaggerated, loud, and high-pitched squeal. "Get.. out.. of... there...," he cried. "I'm... warning you... Don't make... Eeek... get rough... with you... guys..."
With no warning, the room started spinning very fast because the thug swung him around. "Yikes!" Smiles girlishly squealed as his head started swimming, and dizziness hit him. On the final spin, the original assailant's fist collided with his face, making him holler, "Ouch!" He wasn't given any time to recover or even think before the thug let go of him. "Oh... Crap... This is gonna hurt," he yelled as his body sailed through the air. He covered his face with his arms as he landed on and crashed through a glass case.
While the stunned, bruised, and bloodied hero lay in the heap of jewelry and shards of shattered glass, unable to move, the thugs escaped, but carried nothing with them, followed by ten drones that were never noticed by the store owners or Mr. Smiles. Taking to the sky, the thugs and drones flew to their home base.
"Mr. Smiles! Are you okay," Daniels asked as he and his men swarmed the store.
Thanks to the super strength and magic, the hero's recovery was almost complete. Although the bruises continued to darken and their discoloration would be visible for a few days, the pain subsided, and the cuts were closed. Smiles began cautiously getting to his feet as he shook his head and blinked a couple of times.
"Y...Yeah, thanks for asking. I'm sorry, I failed you, and the city, the bad guys got away this time," he solemnly stated with his head hung down, and a single tear trailing down his cheek.
It was the first time since getting his powers that he'd been hurt, and the first fight where violence was used against him. Because this was his first real defeat, an overwhelming, unfamiliar sense of failure flooded him, and he started blaming himself for being a wimp against the thugs. That is, until the Millstones and Daniels put things into perspective for the hero.
"If you say you've failed us, and this city one more time, I'm putting you over my knee and spanking your spandex-clad ass," Daniels said, with a playful smirk.
Mr. Smiles gasped, and his eyes widened. Then, a mischievous sparkle highlighted his eyes, and without thinking about the mixed company, he said, "That's not really a threat. I love it when hot daddies spank me."
Carey nearly choked, Frank threw his head back and laughed, and Edna blushed as she cleared her throat. The horrified expression and bright pink blush on the younger hero's cheeks had the three older citizens doubled over with laughter.
When the much-needed comic relief ended, Frank said, "Those guys actually didn't steal anything or hurt us."
"You saved us, and there were no fatalities," Edna added.
"As far as I'm concerned, young man, that's a win all around."
The superhero closed his eyes, then smiled and said, "Thank you, all of you, for making me see things clearer. You've been my heroes at the time when I needed saving the most."
Mr. Smiles giggled. His eyes sparkled when he was hugged by the seasoned cop and the store owners, and he eagerly returned their affectionate gesture.
"Seems to me that getting you here and fighting with you was their only goal," Daniels muttered.
"I think you're right, Carey. They left, empty-handed, after handing my butt to me. Which begs the question, why, and what was their goal?"
Once he felt ready, the hero took to the sky and headed for his rendezvous with Tech.
*****
The Park
Kid Bondage was taking a walk along a secluded trail on the outskirts of the park, to try and work through the insecurity he felt over being a hero without superpowers, and the feeling he had of being slighted because the Creator didn't see fit to gift him with any.
Luke arrived at the park, locked his car, and started his jog along one of the trails. About a quarter of the way into his jog, the half-fairy was knocked to the ground by a seven-foot-tall muscular brute, wearing all black and a ski mask. "Oof!" he grunted when his butt hit the dirt, hard. Before he had a chance to think, another assailant came from nowhere, and his fist rammed into his gut. "Fuck!" he shouted in agony as his body curled up in a fetal position and his arms wrapped around his midsection.
Kid stopped when he heard a man holler and took off running towards the sound. When he got there, he was in shock, seeing his new lover getting a crap beat out of him by two hulking guys.
"Hey, why don'cha get offa him, and try your luck with a cowboy? That is if'n' y'all think you're both man enough."
When the attackers turned, Luke's eyes blazed, and he used his magic to throw one of them into a tree, causing the man to break into pieces, which shocked the hell outta him.
"Well, I'll be they ain't nothin' but robots. Well, that changes everything," Kid said as he whipped out his gun, set it to freeze, and put the fully intact robot on ice.
With the danger averted, the heroes ran into each other's arms, sharing a lengthy, passion-filled kiss, both unaware of the ten drones flying off in another direction.
"Are ya okay, fairy boy?"
Luke giggled, and his eyes twinkled.
"Sure am, now that my cowboy's here."
Kid yelped when his arms were magically raised, and he was glued to the spot where he stood. "Pix, what are..." He stopped speaking and started squealing like crazy when the brunette began licking his open, almost hairless pit hollows. "Pix... that tickles like hell," he admitted between the boyish giggling.
Luke giggled and started tickling his new toy's sides while licking. "Coochie... coochie," he said between licks.
"C'mon, baby, not out here," Kid almost screamed as his body bucked against his tickler's body, but he couldn't go anywhere.
"Fuck! You're one tasty cowboy, Kid."
Both men's dicks were outlined by their pants, and were creating wet spots on the fabric. Their breathing became labored as their crotches mashed against and ground into each other.
"I'm gonna..." Luke said before having an orgasm and coating his underwear with his semen.
"I'm..." Kid started to say, but didn't finish as his seed exploded, dampening his underwear.
The magic holding him in place dissipated, and the redhead's eyes narrowed.
"Now, Kid.. Don't do..."
Luke yelped when he was once again on the ground, but this time he was writhing and thrashing while howling with laughter because of the massive tickle attack his hips were under.
"C'mon, Pix, babe. Let's get this guy over to Tech's. Maybe he can get us some answers as to who created these and why."
"I'm sooo getting you back for this, country boy. Just wait till we're in the country tonight."
The redhead's eyes sparkled, he wagged his eyebrows and said, "Promises, Promises." He yelped when his lover's hand smacked his ass.
When they got to Tech's warehouse, Luke and Kid overheard Charles talking about his encounter with two hulks who got the best of him. The men gasped when they saw the bruises.
"Charles, baby," Luke softly cooed as he ran to his lover and threw his arms around him.
"It's already almost healed, babe. I'm fine," Charles said into his half-fairy's ear. You look like you just had a run-in with someone, Luke. Are you..."
"This ain't one 'a' the guys who attacked ya, is it, Chuck," Kid asked as he dragged the frozen specimen into the work area.
"Yeah, that's him, but..."
"It's not a him, it's an it," Luke said. "I just destroyed one in the park, after they attacked me. Thank the Creator, Kid came along."
Tech was a close friend to most of the city's heroes, and already knew this trio's everyday identities, so he wasn't shocked. He was, however, intrigued by what was brought in.
After chatting some and getting promises from Tech that he'd get with Jason as soon as he could to come up with a look for him to hide his skin color, and that he'd call with any info on the android, the heroes left to go home and cuddle some before heading for their night in the country and the Creator's Blue Moon.
