Lake Superior
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The chains clanked as the handsome prince of Chalphy tested them once more. They'd been no less tight a few minutes ago but at this point, the clanking of them was the only sound he liked. He'd been down in this dark dungeon for an amount of time he hadn't bothered to measure. Since his capture, those that commanded Castle Muspel had allowed him his clothes but, of course, had relieved him of his socks and shoes. He sat here in a clammy cell on his rump nervously wiggling the long toes of his feet and thinking of how he could see nothing due to the gloom. He knew that the darkness was the only safety he had, as when the light came in here that meant he was-
"Hello, brother~ Have you been good while I was away?"
Even Julius' voice somehow felt slimy. Seliph looked about in the pitch black in a panic for him. He didn't know how he's managed to get down here into his cell with no light, but he hadn't even heard the door! The princeling tried to get to his feet but felt wicked nails skittering along his ankles already.
"Oh, I see the cold air is doing a wonder and keeping these feet of yours cute. My, my, how do they keep that rosy complexion on the soles?"
"Eehee Julius?! Blast it, where are you?! How did you get down here without me knowing-Ohohoho noho!"
"Oho-yes my Seliph hehe! Tickle, tickle! My, if I'd known you were this ticklish back in Belhalla, imagine!"
Seliph felt fingers dancing along his stomach through his shirt and shoved blindly to try and get them away. Instead, however, the fingers just migrated up his chest and began tickling his birdy chest.
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Seliph slapped the hands away, but they just came back to squeeze his waist. He giggled and tried to grab at Julius, but the short emperor was wily. He dove down, wrapped an arm around Seliph's ankles and began fluffing the prince's toes with something.
"Stahahap ihit! Geheht ahahff!"
Julius ignored and continued to use his own long red hair to tease and tickle the blue-haired lordling's piggies. He was beyond impressed with Seliph. Not his combat ability, heavens no. Seliph had been easily captured. Instead, Julius wondered how any man could possibly take care of his feet to this level. The nails were trimmed, buffed, and cute. His soles were elegantly long with a rosy hue and his heels were smooth enough to glide a finger along. By all means, they were perfect, and they hadn't even been pedicured at all yet.
"Why, just imagine all your friends and fellow crusaders watching as I summon magic hands to peel away your boots and walk along these dainty soles of yours. They'd watch you go mad with laughter so intently that they wouldn't even think about how they'd be next! Now tell me, what should we play today?"
Seliph tried to grab at Julius to get him off, but he heard the Velthommer heir snap his fingers and suddenly his hands were bound to his chest sarcophagus style with thick ropes.
"Perhaps ‘dress-up’? You did look cute in all those dresses. Maybe we can see what you look like in Ares and Leif's clothes! They don't need them anymore after all. Does that sound fun? Hmm? Does that sound fun? Give me a laugh if it does! Tickle, tickle~"
"Ehehe Juhuhlius stahahp! We cohohuld escape togehehether!"
"Escape? Why would I leave, my giggly half-brother? Once I learned my place here then I was given full access to all the amenities! Like your friends hehe~ Ooooh is that what you want to do today? Check-in on all your friends? They've been waiting for you for so lon,g I'm sure they'd like love to laugh along with you. Why don't we check on them?"
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There was a flash of dark magic from Julius' hands and suddenly there was a scene playing out before Seliph. A room of all mud, dangerous-looking mud that looked impossible to move quickly through. The sound of a foot entering it echoed through Seliph's mind as he saw a clammy-looking woman stalking through it. Her webbed feet seemed to help her go through it well enough, but Seliph shivered at the thought of his own feet in the sludge.
The monstrous woman knelt at a seemingly random point in the muck and stuffed her arm down in it to fish for something. Finally, she pulled out a pair of size 13 with warm soles that Seliph recognized. He and the monster called out the same name but only one did it with joy.
"Ares!"
He could see the head of his friend and one-time enemy protruding from the mud ridiculously. He could barely believe that strong and proud scion of Hezul that he'd fought alongside was now this filthy-haired and glazed-eyed wretch sticking out of the grime. The Rusalka glid her six-fingered hands along his muddy, wet, and degraded soles. The loopy smile on Ares's face only widened at the feeling of the clammy assault on his ticklish feet, and the top of his head threatened to fall off as his dirty cheeks were smooshed between the Rusalka's monstrously large, webbed-toed and inhuman feet. His tongue lolled out of his head as Ares squealed in broken delight in a manner that made Seliph's pants tighten.
"Yaaaay my wifey has come to play with my tickly paws!"
"Yes I have, my ticklish boy. Your father is too exhausted to give me anymore and I'm still so hungry. So now you're going to feed me well. I see the mud bath has made your skin so delightfully soft."
She poked Ares in the sole and her finger sunk in the skin as the man let out a snorting "Ooohoooho yaaay!" much to his tormentor’s delight. Tears pricked in the corners of Seliph's eyes at the sight of what his friend had become. He finally noticed Ares' blonde furred cock between the swamp monster’s knees as Julius snapped his fingers.
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A great stone throne erupted from the dungeon floor beneath Seliph and he quickly found himself strapped in. He struggled in the bonds as heavy metal clamps secured his shoulders and waist to the seat. Worst of all however was one that trapped his ankles. They secured them to the chair, and from them protruded a small pair of chains that looped around Seli's big toes. These kept him from being able to put his soles to the floor fully, which allowed Julius to sneak one small foot beneath his captive’s and begin tracing his big toe along the soft sole while Seliph snickered.
The scene before Seliph changed the moment that he closed his eyes due to the footsies. When he opened them, it was to the sight of a dimly lit room. There was a figure tied down to a sterile-looking table. The short figure wore a tight white straitjacket as well as matching trousers that looked to be sewn together. Even the brunette boy's face was mostly obscured thanks to a clean, white blindfold that covered most of his head, with the only color in his clothing coming from the bright red of the ball gag between his lips. His penis poked out like a lonely tower on a snowy plain.
The lad's feet were also bare, of course, but were being left relatively unmolested. This allowed Seliph to recognize his friend, Leif, due to the orange hue in the skin. Despite his size 9's being untouched, Leif's toes were still curled in reaction. This was probably due to the various masked doctors crowded around the restrained prince. They wielded various shiny metal implements and pressed them to Leif's penis. Seliph cringed in sympathy especially when he finally got a clear look at one of them and saw the fluffy feather tip at the end of the surgical implement.
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The doctors crowded around and pressed various feather types along the head and shaft of Leif's cock, with a few paying attention to his balls and one tickling the opening slightly. There was no sound, but Seliph could see from the way that Leif was shaking that there were definite effects. The view shifted to Leif's face and Seliph was able to notice the drool leaking from beneath his gag and the tears streaming from beneath his blindfold. He had to notice them quickly though as the doctors were quick to apply sponges and wash the restrained princeling's face quickly.
They replicated the process when the Thracian Prince's cock spurted with white gold all along his straitjacket. Wet-sponges were quickly applied to the still-sensitive organ and the wasted seed quickly dabbed away. Judging by how he danced and bounced in his bonds though, that seemed to be just as ticklish on his skin as the "surgical" feathers that had previously made the scenario begin. Forceps were stuck between Leif's toes and Seliph but his lips in sympathy as they were used to force open his bubbly toes and allowed more rubber-gloved hands to begin using fluffy cotton swabs in the ticklish canyons. Leif quickly came again, and the sponges were back to clean it up in seconds as a chalkboard in the back had another notch drawn upon it, bringing its total up to 9.
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"Is that maybe what my Seli~ wants to do today? Visit little Leif and get his temperature taken? Or does he wanna stay in and have some brotherly fun?!"
Julius cackled as the shadows surged and swirled before they streamed up Seliph's trapped form. He struggled and bucked but the shadows quickly moved his body against his will and formed something new beneath him. When they released him Seliph now was bound in a tight hogtie. Thick cords were wrapped around his body and kept his hands securely tied to his back. His feet were raised above his rear in the traditional manner of a hogtie but of course, Julius had to work in a dash of his trademark sadism. A pair of elastic cords bound Seliph's big toes to his outstretched thumbs and made him grunt in discomfort right into the piece of shiny tape that had been slapped over his lips. Julius skittered his nails over Seliph's curled soles, and the prince wiggled in giggly agony at the feeling earning a disapproving cluck of the tongue from Julius.
"You love it, HUSH!!"
*smack*
The stinging slap on Seliph's bare ass rang through the chamber and made the gentle young lad wince at the stinging pain. He whimpered as Julius rubbed a hand along the bright red patch that stood out so well on the creamy skin of the Chalphy lord’s rear. That whimpering turned into giggles however when the Emperor took hold of Seliph's thin ponytail and began teasing it along his helpless, curled soles.
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Seliph groaned and giggled into his gag as Julius alternated between tickling the prince's royal soles with his own hair and teasing his sharp fingernails down his spine. The tickling was bad enough, but Julius added to it with his incessant teasing of the humiliated princeling.
"So, what does my Seli-Weli want to do today? Maybe we can count his ribbies? That's always fun and I don't think we've gotten a proper number on my favorite tickle boy yet!"
Seliph rolled his eyes before they teared up from another hard spank for his cheekiness. Julius' counting consisted of his fiendish nails wiggling each of the ribs on what he called the "Tasty, Tickly Seli-Belly" and forcing the young lord of Chalphy to count along with him. The flame-haired fiend would restart the count should Seliph be laughing too hard to say numbers, and sometimes would restart because he was laughing too hard at the silly faces on his tickle toy’s face as he tried to hold in the laughter.
"Oooh does silly Seliph maybe want to challenge me for another round of footsies? We could fluff up the pillows real nice for when you have to bite them. Ooooh, but what should we do if you lose? Hmmm, this is a whole new question now Seliph..."
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Seliph squirmed in his bonds until he felt his ponytail flitting up and down his wrinkled sole again.
"Phhmmhm! Hmhmphm?!"
"Shhh my Seli....shhhh, yes I know your feetsies are just TOO ticklish, but it's too cute to play this pretty hair of yours along these gorgeous soles. How do you keep these so pretty? My goodness, I just want to stare at them all day. I think tickling them is a fun thing instead. Let's change positions!"
Julius snapped his fingers and the shadows closed in around the two of them. Seliph let out a squeaky sigh of relief at the pressure being taken off his legs but still let out a groan at the feeling of the shadows repositioning him. The young lord was flipped onto his back and had his hands pressed to his stomach which was nothing new. What was new however was the weight pressed onto his chest. He "mmmmph'ed" in confusion as the shadows pressed Julius into his chest and cocooned them both. The two men were pushed together and when the shadows clear they were mummified together in the shiny bonds of duct tape. Seliph's hands were down on his stomach in a submissive pose and further kept down by the evil Julius' weight atop them.
Julius looked up at Seliph from his chest and it struck the Scion of Light for the first time in a while about how much shorter the Scion of Darkness was than him. He hadn't had many chances to stand above the evil mage since he was taken prisoner a few months back. Julius duct-taping himself into Seliph's cocoon was new though. Judging by how much of Julius' skin on his he could feel, it seemed that he had directed the shadows to strip both of them naked.
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Julius looked up at him from under all that red hair of his and proudly displayed the strip of duct tape slapped over his own lips to match Seli's. The bluenette swordfighter rolled his eyes at the sight, but then let out a muffled yelp into that very same gag when Juli's wicked fingers started scrabbling along the part of Seliph's chest that they were pinned to. Seliph wiggled and his cocoon and waggled his feet where they poked out at the bottom, though this was because the shorter Emperor's own soft little mage pies were poking out as well. His little toes were having a field day of chasing Seliph's trapped soles that had nowhere to go. They'd stroke down the pretty feet while Seliph's own toes wiggled frantically as just about the only motion he could accomplish. Beneath the tape, Seliph's sweaty body couldn't do a thing about Julius pressed to him and scrabbling his fingers along his lean chest.
The final straw was the hungry way that Julius was nuzzling his way up Seliph's slender neck. That long mane of hell-pit red hair was sticking to Seliph's sweaty face, and dammit that tickled too! Normally the nuzzling from the gagged boy would honestly be cute if Seliph could forget what a monster he was, but all of this combined with everything else had Seliph moaning through the giggles that were muffled by his gag. He could feel Julius's red-furred cock rubbing along one of his hipbones and that tickled too. Julius suddenly breaking out in giggles was odd but then Seliph realized what had happened. Seliph's own cock had become enlarged despite the situation and its head was poking into Juli's tickly belly button. The shorter of the two was snorting beneath his gag at the feeling, and Seliph had to admit…for a tool of the dark dragon and the cult behind it, he was pretty cute when he laughed.
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They both perked up as tendrils of darkness rose from beneath the bed they laid upon. They quickly closed in and began gently brushing along the two Heroes' feet. The two broke down in giggles that quickly turned to squeals when the tendrils forced open their toes and started slithering betwixt them. Julius was nodding his head in absolute joy while Seliph was shaking his furiously to try and get them to stop. They did not stop at all however and instead more tendrils came and began gently tapping upon the two's heels. They sank into the soft skin of Seliph's and teased along the rougher stubby ones of Julius' feet. The tendrils were somehow both feathery and yet slimy so eventually, the two's feet were slick with whatever they exuded. They retreated as suddenly as they came, and in their place a pair of hands extended from beneath the bed.
They were clawed, gnarled, and withered hands seeming to belong to quite possibly the oldest and vilest of crones, but Seliph could not see anything of it beyond the impossibly long arms reaching down toward him and Julius. Its nails were cracked, uneven, and ragged, so much so that the feeling of them on his face made Seliph shudder. That turned to trembling however when they began teasing down his nose. The claw teased the underside of his nose, making him struggle as he felt a surging feeling risin in his chest until finally...
"MMPPFOOO!!!"
Seliph blinked and looked to see a tired Julius blinking the spots from his eyes. He wanted to sympathize but-
"PPPHMMFOO!!"
Instead, he joined him though not by choice. Both boys shook and jolted as the sneezes ripped through their bodies, never when they expected them. The nose tickling had a constant effect of the sneezes always feeling oncoming but yet not coming when the boys were ready. Instead, each time they let their guard down, that was when the ragged nail would invade and coax another powerful sneeze out of the poor, exhausted tickle boys. They lay there in a blended pool of red and blue hair that had been sneezed and wiggled out of their hair ties and into this current messy state. The crone's hands wiped the tears from both Grannvalian Princeling's eyes before retreating beneath the bed.
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The two lay there too tired to do anything as the shadows swirled again. Julius was taken from atop Seliph and placed to lie down beside him. The two were still wrapped tight like presents but didn't notice an imperceptible change to their wrappings. The pair got their breath back slowly but of course, Julius was the first to get his legs back; metaphorically of course, as he was still bound as tightly as Seliph. His smiling under his gag at the glowering Seliph was quite a reversal of the way things usually were, what with the permanent sneer that had used to be painted on Julius' face before he'd tasted the lick of the feather.
The second that Seliph had thought the word “feather” he saw it and went pale. The prick of white in the seemingly endless darkness above the two boys was fluttering closer and closer to them. Julius followed Seliph's terrified gaze and reacted with glee at the sight bouncing excitedly in his cocoon as the pure white feather floated down gradually towards the boys. Seliph noticed that Juli's bonds had changed in their last rearrangement and now realized what that meant. He looked down and realized his petite little navel was exposed by a window in the duct tape wrapped about him just like Julius' was.
The feather's descent was maddeningly slow, and it flitted from above both princes so suddenly and without warning that tears were pricking in Seliph's deep blue eyes. Each time it fluttered above Julius, it was to an unmistakable yet still muffled cheer from the gagged pervert, who would kick his soft mage feet back and forth in bouncy expectation. When it fluttered above Seliph, it would be slowly descending into a tempest of frantic blue locks as he shook his head in abject fear while keening like an animal. The swordfighter’s toes were curled in absolute terror of the soft licks of that plume.
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It hesitated for just a second, in which it impossibly seemed to be completely suspended in the air before slowly fluttering down towards the jiggly and inviting Seli-belly. It touched its tip to the lordling’s inviting little ring of baby fat around his stomach before swirling around the lip to Seliph's navel. The Scion of Light’s attempts to desperately shake his hips and gyrate the evil plume away had no luck, and the clearly abnormal feather descended further into his navel while slowly rotating. Seliph bounced and shook like a child having a tantrum as his belly button felt a million little feathery kisses all the way down in the sensitive divot.
The feather pulled itself out as suddenly as it had appeared and begun slowly painting its way along Seliph's tum like it was applying paint. Seliph's trousers had been removed by the shadows in one of his various repositioning, but he was very aware of it right now as the leaky head of his cock dragged along the hot material of his wrappings. He moaned in a mix of displeasure at that feeling and forced mirth from how the feather had suddenly switched and was scribbling its stem along the rim of his tickly-baby navel again.
Suddenly the feather rocketed right out of Seliph's navel and zipped right over to start giving Juli's tum some attention. It flitted about the struggling villain's chub while Seliph looked above him in abject horror. There were suddenly a dozen pricks of white up there in the sky that horrifyingly all looked like the feather currently spinning in Julius' navel. There were several now and Seliph couldn't tear his eyes away from watching them descend until he heard Julius moan into his gag.
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Their bindings had changed again to have both of the young Jugdral princes’ genitals hang out of their cocoons. The first feather was already teasing and stroking along Julius's red balls as more of them came down all around the bed boys. They licked along Seliph's arches, teased Julius' shaft, and scribbled down Seliph's belly. Soon both boys had three feathers each all stuffed in their navels and were wiggling about in distress. Quill stems scrabbled about behind their ears while they quivered and shook from the other feathers, all teasing along the heads of their cocks and painting them with the pre-cum pooling up there.
Julius came first and it was quite the mess the little tyrant made. Loud and angry "Mmmmph's!!!" in quite the contrast to the happy ball of giggles that had been soaking up him and Seliph's tummy time together. The sticky mess between his legs looked like a crime scene, but even with their plumes moistened up nicely the feathers didn't slow up. Seliph didn't stand a chance against them due to his own innate sensitivity, so he popped not much longer after Julius. The only difference being that while Julius had erupted explosively, the ever-graceful Seliph let his semen spill like a rippling stream; and the feathers were all too eager to tickle every last drop out of him. Quills scribbled along with his balls, plumes fluffed down his shaft, and a few more feathers licked between his toes until Seli was spent and wheezing.
The room shimmered and changed until they were dumped upon the floor naked, exhausted, and sticky. The two lay there panting for breath until Julius started cackling his head off with that same trademark snootiness that made Seliph wish they were both taped again. He groaned in exasperation as Julius' hugged himself on the ground and smiled widely.
"What a way to start the day, eh Seliph? My goodness, I'm wide awake now but it seems we're quite the mess! Do you know what you should do after a nice roll in the hay like that? A bath!"
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Seliph knew that just the word “bath” in Muspel was to be feared. He remembered his first one here wherein he was tossed into a washing tub by Surtr, who then planted one thick knee on his back and relished in peeling off the prince's wet clothes piece by piece. He still scrunched his toes thinking about the way the despot had peeled the soles right off his boots to get at the tender, socked feet inside. He'd taken a hard sponge to Seli's soles and scrubbed them right through his socks until the fabric had come away in shreds. He could practically feel the pleased yell that Surtr had let out when he'd finally seen those pretty feet, and he could definitely still feel the man's teeth on his heel.
The door to Seliph's chamber opened in the present day of his nightmares and chased away his daydreams. For a moment he took complete leave of his senses and was so utterly relieved to see his friends that he thought nothing of them being here. He sincerely thought that Ares and Leif were here to save him and nothing else. Had he the strength he would have run and hugged them both with semen still dripping down his leg. That fantasy shattered when Ares instead knelt and picked Julius up into his arms like a blushing bride. It was Ares who blushed though as Julius quickly began skating a finger up and down the black knight's neck. This was when Seliph noticed the matching fluffy slippers upon Leif and Ares's feet.
He recognized those as the chosen footwear for a Muspellian tickle slave fresh from the baths. Leif knelt down and helped Seliph to his feet, but still quickly danced some fingers up his friend's ribs and made him giggle. This drew Julius' ire quickly and his hands flashed with magic. In seconds the shadows streamed from the corners of the room and had pulled Leif and Seliph down into the center. Quickly the bed was back beneath Seliph's back and the duct tape had him in its skin-warming embrace. This time however there were no feathers above him. Instead, it was a pair of massive and ashen feet that he recognized instantly as King Surtr's.
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Seliph shook his head back and forth, but another gag was quickly slapped over his lips to keep him from saying a word as the massive feet pressed down on his face and began grinding their heels against his nose. Had he been able to see, he would have seen Leif tied up right beside him the same way but with a look of manic glee as an exact copy of the same feet descended onto his face.
Leif let out a chirp of absolute ecstasy as they played their thick toes in his sparse eyebrows, as super-huge and massive feet were the Thracian Lordling's absolute favorite things in the world. He'd been tickled to absolute bits until he'd admitted it to Laegjarn and her bigfoot corps. Ares twitched an eyebrow at both the sight of Leif and Seliph being smothered, but also at the way that Julius was laying sloppy kisses along the side of his face and adding tongue to make them tickle. His looking away just gave Julius more skin to smooch and made it easier for him to guide the shadows closer and closer to them both.
It took only a minute, but soon all four were bound up tight on the bed in the same manner. Their faces were smothered beneath magical replicas of Surtr's feet with Ares having his cheeks caressed by the rough balls and Julius having his mouth up in its arch. Soon enough, more copies of magical tootsies became involved, but this time it was four pairs of stubby peets that belonged to Julius himself. They began to roughly footsie all four young warriors until they were all squeaking in the same tone for mercy. They missed their reservation at the baths by so much that, when they were finally released and the beleaguered party arrived at the Sauna, their place had been taken.
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There was a special sunken tub in the corner of the bathing room that was meant for couples who were looking to get squeaky clean. Originally it was going to be Julius and Seliph having a romp there but at this point, all four had made a mess and positively ruined each other's hair. When they arrived and saw a clammy woman overseeing two other men strapped into the couple's tub, their disappointment was immeasurable; well, disappointment from three of them at least. In Ares' case, it was an inescapable embarrassment as he knew one of them based on his long blonde hair alone.
Eldigan was strapped into one side of the bath with clamps binding his arms to the wall behind him. However, the man's long legs were fully able to over through the warm soapy water, which they did as he sputtered and splashed while trying to get revenge on his opponent. It took a moment for Seliph to realize who was under the mop of wet green hair, but he finally realized it was a younger version of his trusted strategist, Lewyn. His body was also shaking as somewhere beneath all that hair he was laughing madly. He was bound the same way as Eldigan and burst out laughing in a manner that sent droplets of water everywhere. Some of the water splashed on Seliph's bare leg, and he almost sank to his knees at how warm and pleasant it felt after his vigorous romp with Juli.
One of Eldigan's feet bobbed up from beneath the water and he saw what was making the two men laugh so much finally. Strapped upon the former leader of House Nordion's foot was a bristly brush that still dripped with warm soap from his and Lewyn's struggles. It was tied on tight enough that he couldn't possibly get it off without the use of his hands. Suddenly, a buttery-looking foot in the same kind of squeaky-clean bondage burst from the water and began scrubbing away at the tops of Eldigan's toes, making the Lionheart mewl like a kitten.
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The woman watching over them finally took notice of the youths and waved a six-fingered hand at Julius who noticeably paled.
"Oh, werrre you wanting a turn? Very well, I suppose my boys might be getting pruny."
The Rusalka clapped and Lewyn and Eldigan went slack and took the welcome respite. She set to undoing the clamps around both's arms and pulling her soggy, laughing boys out of the tub to lay face down upon a nice and plush towel. Seliph winced at the two naked men who had once been proud rulers, now whimpering face-down in a pink towel as the Rusalka's deformed hands began dancing along their ass cheeks. The two only writhed and wriggled with their hands over their mouths, never once trying to escape or stop the bony woman atop them. Seliph feared that he'd be that broken one day, but more than that feared how erect his cock was at the sight.
Suddenly Leif was pulled from beneath Seliph's arm, and the sudden loss of balance caused him to crash to the floor. His eyes fluttered as he lost consciousness to the sound of not just the Leonster heir's laughter, but also Julius going mad while a deep voice boomed with sadism.
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Seliph awoke to the most dreamily fulfilling feeling of warmth on his lower body. He sighed in content as his eyes opened slowly, but the sight they took in stopped him quickly. Shackled to the wall that had previously held his father was now Ares, looking completely unamused at the situation as he also was chest-deep in soapy water. Seliph wanted to laugh at the frown on Ares's face working so perfectly in contrast to the yellow rubber duck floating just beneath his underarm, but he was forced to laugh as he felt a brush shoot up one of his legs beneath the water. Ares smirked at him until they both became very aware of three peals of laughter from a neighboring tub that was watching them closely.
The great, red-bearded King Surtr sat in the water with his angry muscles glistening as they flexed, while his massive hands crawled over the two lordlings he had under each arm. Julius and Leif were dripping wet but had both apparently had their hands secured behind their backs. Surtr jiggled both boys as he scratched and tickled along their wet chests. He laughed harshly at Julius attempting to slip free before reeling him back in and roughly stuffing a thumb into his as far as it would go. Leif did not attempt to escape in contrast and actually nuzzled into the man's bristly beard while Surtr pulled Julius closer and chomped at his ear.
"This little fireball wanted to play soapy tootsies with you! Can you believe it? With these short legs of his, it wouldn't have been much of a match at all. I do believe that he simply wanted YOU to tickle to him bits. A one-sided affair is no fun at all though! So, I picked you the blonde to have a bit of contest."
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The word contest had no sooner left Surtr's mouth before Seliph's cock was suddenly sandwiched between two brushes down in the waters. Ares smirked as he worked his legs back and forth while Seliph went wild. The bluenette splashed about madly with legs like noodles as his friend scrub-a-dub-dubbed his poor cock. He kicked his legs madly, until finally one dragged a brush right along Ares' thigh – more by coincidence than intent. The result was the same though as Ares sputtered for a second and tried to kick Seliph back. This meant that his brush-bearing tootsies weren't on Seliph's manhood though, and that allowed Seliph to actually strategize and retaliate.
His feet were quick and merciless. One brush went straight to Ares' toned chest and began scrubbing along the scowling man's devilishly sensitive outie navel. The other brush kept up the assault on his friend's left thigh, and very quickly Ares's frown was turned upside down as a manic grin bloomed on his face. He cackled like an evil witch, which was honestly just his normal laugh that frequently went unheard. Seliph and Leif had always teased him about that, but this was the first time that Seliph was teasing it out of him. There was no way for him to know but Leif had teased it out of Ares a few times before they'd even come to Askr.
Ares wasn't about to lay back and take it like he would do with Leif, though. There was still a bit of spite in his veins from the initial misunderstanding of their fathers. While he couldn't get to Seliph's cock anymore, the one of Seliph's pretty peets practically in his lap was easy pickings for somebody with his flexibility, and as such Ares began scrubbing away at Seli's smooth heel. This had the long-legged wielder of Tyrfing squeaking and his offensive quickly losing steam. This allowed Ares to push his offensive further, darting a proud foot beneath the heir of Chalphy and foregoing the brush entirely to use his long toes to scribble along Seliph's ass cheek.
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Seliph sagged in his bonds as he s******ed and giggled at his poor, ticklish butt getting its lines toed. Surtr roared in approval and stuff his thumbs in both Leif and Julius' navels to make them do the same. He shook them both by their new handles enough to make Ares look over and give a cocky smile. That was all the chance Seliph Baldos Chalphy needed, however. That one second of Ares looking away led to the blond hearing a loud splash, and when he looked back over he couldn't see Seliph anymore at all.
All he could see was the bottoms of the two soapy brushes tied to Seliph's pretty feet as they were pressed to his face. They took up Ares' entire vision and were soon scrubbing away at his face with speed. The man's nose and ears were getting an extra hard teasing and as such Ares broke down quickly. He shook his head side to side while trying to get free of Seliph but had no luck. There was nowhere for him to go, and he was laughing too hard to get his legs moving to tickle Seliph back.
Down beneath the soapy waters, Ares' cock was leaking pre-cum and finally popped like a volcano when Seliph started in on him with baby talk and how cute he looked when he laughed. Ares went completely slack in his bonds at his ejaculation and resigned himself to his facial. On the other hand, Seliph had cum three times since being put in this bath; once at the sight of Julius and Leif drooling when Surtr thumb-fucked their bellies, once from the sensation of Ares twiddling his toes along his blueberry-flavored bum, and a third time at the realization that Ares was all his now as he sagged in surrender. With each climax the prince had only sped up a bit more as his cock released more jizz, and now he was scrubbing the beaten Ares' face so hard that a little trail of soap and drool was trailing down his chest.
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He might have scrubbed him all night it wasn't for two pairs of hands that reached down and pulled both boys out of the water. Surtr's thick fingers dug right into Seliph's pits and pulled him out and into the man's arms while the Rusalka tended to her pruny and humiliated boy-toy.
"What a show! The boy is a natural-born tickler! Why, I think that you're going to give me some great shows in the future! Hmm, how do you think you'd fare in a three-on-one? I have some clowns I'd love to see soapy..."
A powerful hand slapped Seliph on the tum so hard that it drove all the air out of his body and left him powerless as Surtr ran tough fingers all along his rosy skin still warm from the bath. Meanwhile, Ares was comfortably and lovingly rolled up in a pink and fluffy towel to be placed right next to Leif by the Rusalka. Her webbed hands patted the sulky knight on the head and wiped away soapy tears from his defeat.
"My little knight fought hard, but we all knew he would lose. He's not a fan of the clean after all, he wants to be packed tight in the mud while his mama plucks his toes, eh? Come along, let's get you back in the muck, pretty boy."
A sulking Ares showed a sign of breaking but finally shattered when his friend Leif planted a consolation smooch right on his cheek. He looked over at the beaming Thracian with rage in his eyes that was betrayed by the blush on his cheeks. The two giggled and snickered as the Rusalka carried both away to her muddy playroom and left the tired Eldigan and Lewyn to steam in their own towels.
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Surtr's pride over the defeated Seliph turned to confusion as shadows collected from all over the steamy bathing hall to quickly pull Seliph from his grasp and make the dazed prince vanish from his sight, along with Julius who'd been left behind after Surtr had squeezed his tum to the point of tears. Surtr grunted in annoyance until the shadows returned and rearranged Lewyn and Eldigan for him.
When the darkness cleared, the two men were naked as the day they were born with their hands tied roughly behind their backs and rubber duckies stuffed betwixt their lips. Their skin was so sensitive from their tubby time earlier that it practically shone, and the panic in both men's eyes as they noticed their handsome feet trapped in stocks and facing Surtr was quite evident. The Mad King advanced on them with a loofah in one hand and a scrub brush in the other with plans to stay the night in here.
Even with bright yellow ducks between their teeth, the sounds the men made as Surtr flossed their toes could be heard down the hall. People in the various rooms of the castle covered their ears as he scrubbed their arches, bit at their heels, and pumiced the buttery balls of their feet. When the men's feet twinkled liked diamonds and had soles rosy enough to Surtr's satisfaction, he moved and started soaping their thighs before licking them clean himself. He was squeezing the two handsome fathers' knees when he finally confirmed that he fully planned this to be a full-body workout for them…
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It took a while for Seliph to awake, and when he did, it was slow due to the happy dream he had been reluctant to exit from. In it, he and Julius had the average relationship of a family. The two played, chatted, and fought, but were otherwise unbothered by anything bigger than their blood. Seliph wished for that world to be the one he was in. He looked around at where he was now and saw a lavishly decorated bedroom with the emblem of House Velthommer upon the wall. This must be Julius' bedroom Seliph thought to himself before he realized something.
There was a weight hanging off his chest beneath the covers, and when he pulled them aside, he found a sleepy Julius cuddling him closely. He looked down at the young man whose face was almost covered in long red hair and tried to imagine him as the monstrous son of the man who killed his father or as the mad emperor who hunted children. Try as he might though, all he could think of was the man who'd been tickled beside him for the better part of the day. He thought of pushing him off but instead lay back on the soft bed and closed his eyes, after all, he was quite tired.
"So cute, like a proper pair of brothers!"
Seliph's eyes flew open at the voice, and he sat up quickly to search the room for its source without thinking of how he'd just rudely awakened Julius. He saw nobody else in the room with him but did notice something now. Upon the wall beside the door was a pair of trophy plaques from which protruded (unsurprisingly for this place) two pairs of feet. He recognized the stubbier ones as belonging to Julius and a quick look down saw that the little madman's peets were indeed gone, but Seliph was far more worried about the pair of elegant and shapely size 8's below them. He'd recognize them anywhere and was very concerned about how they weren't currently below his thighs.
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Seliph bit his lip as the door to Julius's bedroom opened and a party of disembodied hands in cartoonish white gloves floated in. Julius blinked sleep from his eyes just as one sloooowly floated the backs of its fingers down his defenseless sole. The little redhead kicked his feetless legs on the bed and hugged Seliph tightly as the little feet on the wall wiggled desperately. Seliph was much more concerned at how one of those gloves was bringing a plastic hairbrush closer and closer to their wall-mounted feet of his. He curled his toes in fear until it pressed in and Seliph felt the plastic tips against his soft skin. He let out a harsh laugh and fell back on the bed to kick his own legs feebly but found that he couldn't to his confusion.
Seliph looked down and found that suddenly everything below the waist was gone. He panicked but gave into laughing again as he spotted his and Julius' knee's now mounted to the wall on either side of his bedroom mirror. More hands came in through the door and the boys went wild as their knees were teased. Julius' had the caps of his squeezed and scratched while Seliph had fingers run all along the backs of his. The two were cackling like madmen too much to notice more changes to the room until more hands floated in.
Suddenly both boys had their bare asses presented on the desk. The hands came quickly and after slapping each boy's two firm cheeks went to work. Feathers were produced to slide between the cheeks and tease those cute pink caves. Fingers scribbled down, along, and all over the juicy rumps. Finally, the two both let out squeaks of horror as they saw some of the hands wield forks to start scratching and poking all along their ticklish rears.
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Seliph and Julius were in perfect synch at this point that they even moved their hands to their cocks in unison, only to find that their manhoods were gone as well! Now the young princes of light and dark each had his aching loins mounted on the desk to tower over his teaseable ass. The hands were quick and soon both had their own torments taking place. Julius had a pair of hands on him with one digging its nails into his red-furred ball sack while the other scribbled its nails up and down his furiously veiny shaft. Seliph however had one hand using just one finger to rim the slit of his cock until it popped a white spray all over itself. To his horror, it didn't slow for a second.
It all suddenly started to move quicker. Soon the baby-fatted belly of the blue-haired lord of Chalphy and the lean chest of the wiry emperor of Velthommer were both upon the ceiling. Fingers were quickly jammed into their navels and swirled about. Ribs were squeezed, counted, and scratched at without mercy. Bellies were slapped, pinkened, and squeezed to contrast all the loving they were getting and really get the boys in a loopy fog. The two couldn't even form words anymore, instead choking out harsh gasps as their eyes darted to more places adorned with parts of their bodies being tickled to bits.
The back of the door suddenly had two pairs of arms with their wrists secured to the cold wood. This left them helpless as the magical hands ran spurs up and down the sensitive forearms and shoulders of the two sons of Deirdre. They could do nothing as the hands scribbled in their armpits and teasing the tufts of body hair in there as well. This was due to their hands being secured as well, with each of the ten fingers clamped down to allow pairs of chopsticks to pick and poke at them for even more tickle torture.
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All in the space of a minute, the two had been reduced to a pair of madly laughing disembodied heads laying upon the bed. They could only watch through teary eyes as the door opened and Princess Reginn of Nidvallir walked into the room. She looked around the room with beaming pride at all the two's body parts chained up and being feathered, fucked, and fiddled with as their long-haired heads shrieked to her in hilarity from this tickle-hell. She sat heavily upon the bed before kicking off her boots and pulling the thick socks from her size 13 feet.
In a quick motion, she pulled both Seliph and Julius by their long hair to her, balled up the socks, and stuffed them between their teeth. The two could only keen hysterically with their full mouths as she wiggled her fingers in front of their beet-red faces and pulled Seliph's head into her lap. She produced a dangerous-looking Kinshi feather from her pocket and dangled it before Seliph before pressing her big soles on Julius' face. She giggled to herself as she traced Seliph's nostrils with the plume and added sneezing to his already teary-eyed madness.
"Gotta love that Nidvallin technology! Almost indistinguishable from magic at this point! So much so that poor Juli-Wuli here didn't realize I'd redirected him from his room to a special enchanted one Ms. Hel gave me!"
She traced a big toe down Julius' nose and laughed at his attempt to bite her big feet before stuffing her toes in his mouth.
"He's just gonna have to learn to share this handsome new game with all his fellow tickle monsters here in the castle! Now, my tickly little blueberry boi? Ready for a loooooong night a-HEAD?! Ha! I'm so funny!"
Naga help Seliph, but after a long night of humiliation, edging, milking, breaking, and fondling with even more on the horizon, he could do was nod in submission.
The chains clanked as the handsome prince of Chalphy tested them once more. They'd been no less tight a few minutes ago but at this point, the clanking of them was the only sound he liked. He'd been down in this dark dungeon for an amount of time he hadn't bothered to measure. Since his capture, those that commanded Castle Muspel had allowed him his clothes but, of course, had relieved him of his socks and shoes. He sat here in a clammy cell on his rump nervously wiggling the long toes of his feet and thinking of how he could see nothing due to the gloom. He knew that the darkness was the only safety he had, as when the light came in here that meant he was-
"Hello, brother~ Have you been good while I was away?"
Even Julius' voice somehow felt slimy. Seliph looked about in the pitch black in a panic for him. He didn't know how he's managed to get down here into his cell with no light, but he hadn't even heard the door! The princeling tried to get to his feet but felt wicked nails skittering along his ankles already.
"Oh, I see the cold air is doing a wonder and keeping these feet of yours cute. My, my, how do they keep that rosy complexion on the soles?"
"Eehee Julius?! Blast it, where are you?! How did you get down here without me knowing-Ohohoho noho!"
"Oho-yes my Seliph hehe! Tickle, tickle! My, if I'd known you were this ticklish back in Belhalla, imagine!"
Seliph felt fingers dancing along his stomach through his shirt and shoved blindly to try and get them away. Instead, however, the fingers just migrated up his chest and began tickling his birdy chest.
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Seliph slapped the hands away, but they just came back to squeeze his waist. He giggled and tried to grab at Julius, but the short emperor was wily. He dove down, wrapped an arm around Seliph's ankles and began fluffing the prince's toes with something.
"Stahahap ihit! Geheht ahahff!"
Julius ignored and continued to use his own long red hair to tease and tickle the blue-haired lordling's piggies. He was beyond impressed with Seliph. Not his combat ability, heavens no. Seliph had been easily captured. Instead, Julius wondered how any man could possibly take care of his feet to this level. The nails were trimmed, buffed, and cute. His soles were elegantly long with a rosy hue and his heels were smooth enough to glide a finger along. By all means, they were perfect, and they hadn't even been pedicured at all yet.
"Why, just imagine all your friends and fellow crusaders watching as I summon magic hands to peel away your boots and walk along these dainty soles of yours. They'd watch you go mad with laughter so intently that they wouldn't even think about how they'd be next! Now tell me, what should we play today?"
Seliph tried to grab at Julius to get him off, but he heard the Velthommer heir snap his fingers and suddenly his hands were bound to his chest sarcophagus style with thick ropes.
"Perhaps ‘dress-up’? You did look cute in all those dresses. Maybe we can see what you look like in Ares and Leif's clothes! They don't need them anymore after all. Does that sound fun? Hmm? Does that sound fun? Give me a laugh if it does! Tickle, tickle~"
"Ehehe Juhuhlius stahahp! We cohohuld escape togehehether!"
"Escape? Why would I leave, my giggly half-brother? Once I learned my place here then I was given full access to all the amenities! Like your friends hehe~ Ooooh is that what you want to do today? Check-in on all your friends? They've been waiting for you for so lon,g I'm sure they'd like love to laugh along with you. Why don't we check on them?"
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There was a flash of dark magic from Julius' hands and suddenly there was a scene playing out before Seliph. A room of all mud, dangerous-looking mud that looked impossible to move quickly through. The sound of a foot entering it echoed through Seliph's mind as he saw a clammy-looking woman stalking through it. Her webbed feet seemed to help her go through it well enough, but Seliph shivered at the thought of his own feet in the sludge.
The monstrous woman knelt at a seemingly random point in the muck and stuffed her arm down in it to fish for something. Finally, she pulled out a pair of size 13 with warm soles that Seliph recognized. He and the monster called out the same name but only one did it with joy.
"Ares!"
He could see the head of his friend and one-time enemy protruding from the mud ridiculously. He could barely believe that strong and proud scion of Hezul that he'd fought alongside was now this filthy-haired and glazed-eyed wretch sticking out of the grime. The Rusalka glid her six-fingered hands along his muddy, wet, and degraded soles. The loopy smile on Ares's face only widened at the feeling of the clammy assault on his ticklish feet, and the top of his head threatened to fall off as his dirty cheeks were smooshed between the Rusalka's monstrously large, webbed-toed and inhuman feet. His tongue lolled out of his head as Ares squealed in broken delight in a manner that made Seliph's pants tighten.
"Yaaaay my wifey has come to play with my tickly paws!"
"Yes I have, my ticklish boy. Your father is too exhausted to give me anymore and I'm still so hungry. So now you're going to feed me well. I see the mud bath has made your skin so delightfully soft."
She poked Ares in the sole and her finger sunk in the skin as the man let out a snorting "Ooohoooho yaaay!" much to his tormentor’s delight. Tears pricked in the corners of Seliph's eyes at the sight of what his friend had become. He finally noticed Ares' blonde furred cock between the swamp monster’s knees as Julius snapped his fingers.
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A great stone throne erupted from the dungeon floor beneath Seliph and he quickly found himself strapped in. He struggled in the bonds as heavy metal clamps secured his shoulders and waist to the seat. Worst of all however was one that trapped his ankles. They secured them to the chair, and from them protruded a small pair of chains that looped around Seli's big toes. These kept him from being able to put his soles to the floor fully, which allowed Julius to sneak one small foot beneath his captive’s and begin tracing his big toe along the soft sole while Seliph snickered.
The scene before Seliph changed the moment that he closed his eyes due to the footsies. When he opened them, it was to the sight of a dimly lit room. There was a figure tied down to a sterile-looking table. The short figure wore a tight white straitjacket as well as matching trousers that looked to be sewn together. Even the brunette boy's face was mostly obscured thanks to a clean, white blindfold that covered most of his head, with the only color in his clothing coming from the bright red of the ball gag between his lips. His penis poked out like a lonely tower on a snowy plain.
The lad's feet were also bare, of course, but were being left relatively unmolested. This allowed Seliph to recognize his friend, Leif, due to the orange hue in the skin. Despite his size 9's being untouched, Leif's toes were still curled in reaction. This was probably due to the various masked doctors crowded around the restrained prince. They wielded various shiny metal implements and pressed them to Leif's penis. Seliph cringed in sympathy especially when he finally got a clear look at one of them and saw the fluffy feather tip at the end of the surgical implement.
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The doctors crowded around and pressed various feather types along the head and shaft of Leif's cock, with a few paying attention to his balls and one tickling the opening slightly. There was no sound, but Seliph could see from the way that Leif was shaking that there were definite effects. The view shifted to Leif's face and Seliph was able to notice the drool leaking from beneath his gag and the tears streaming from beneath his blindfold. He had to notice them quickly though as the doctors were quick to apply sponges and wash the restrained princeling's face quickly.
They replicated the process when the Thracian Prince's cock spurted with white gold all along his straitjacket. Wet-sponges were quickly applied to the still-sensitive organ and the wasted seed quickly dabbed away. Judging by how he danced and bounced in his bonds though, that seemed to be just as ticklish on his skin as the "surgical" feathers that had previously made the scenario begin. Forceps were stuck between Leif's toes and Seliph but his lips in sympathy as they were used to force open his bubbly toes and allowed more rubber-gloved hands to begin using fluffy cotton swabs in the ticklish canyons. Leif quickly came again, and the sponges were back to clean it up in seconds as a chalkboard in the back had another notch drawn upon it, bringing its total up to 9.
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"Is that maybe what my Seli~ wants to do today? Visit little Leif and get his temperature taken? Or does he wanna stay in and have some brotherly fun?!"
Julius cackled as the shadows surged and swirled before they streamed up Seliph's trapped form. He struggled and bucked but the shadows quickly moved his body against his will and formed something new beneath him. When they released him Seliph now was bound in a tight hogtie. Thick cords were wrapped around his body and kept his hands securely tied to his back. His feet were raised above his rear in the traditional manner of a hogtie but of course, Julius had to work in a dash of his trademark sadism. A pair of elastic cords bound Seliph's big toes to his outstretched thumbs and made him grunt in discomfort right into the piece of shiny tape that had been slapped over his lips. Julius skittered his nails over Seliph's curled soles, and the prince wiggled in giggly agony at the feeling earning a disapproving cluck of the tongue from Julius.
"You love it, HUSH!!"
*smack*
The stinging slap on Seliph's bare ass rang through the chamber and made the gentle young lad wince at the stinging pain. He whimpered as Julius rubbed a hand along the bright red patch that stood out so well on the creamy skin of the Chalphy lord’s rear. That whimpering turned into giggles however when the Emperor took hold of Seliph's thin ponytail and began teasing it along his helpless, curled soles.
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Seliph groaned and giggled into his gag as Julius alternated between tickling the prince's royal soles with his own hair and teasing his sharp fingernails down his spine. The tickling was bad enough, but Julius added to it with his incessant teasing of the humiliated princeling.
"So, what does my Seli-Weli want to do today? Maybe we can count his ribbies? That's always fun and I don't think we've gotten a proper number on my favorite tickle boy yet!"
Seliph rolled his eyes before they teared up from another hard spank for his cheekiness. Julius' counting consisted of his fiendish nails wiggling each of the ribs on what he called the "Tasty, Tickly Seli-Belly" and forcing the young lord of Chalphy to count along with him. The flame-haired fiend would restart the count should Seliph be laughing too hard to say numbers, and sometimes would restart because he was laughing too hard at the silly faces on his tickle toy’s face as he tried to hold in the laughter.
"Oooh does silly Seliph maybe want to challenge me for another round of footsies? We could fluff up the pillows real nice for when you have to bite them. Ooooh, but what should we do if you lose? Hmmm, this is a whole new question now Seliph..."
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Seliph squirmed in his bonds until he felt his ponytail flitting up and down his wrinkled sole again.
"Phhmmhm! Hmhmphm?!"
"Shhh my Seli....shhhh, yes I know your feetsies are just TOO ticklish, but it's too cute to play this pretty hair of yours along these gorgeous soles. How do you keep these so pretty? My goodness, I just want to stare at them all day. I think tickling them is a fun thing instead. Let's change positions!"
Julius snapped his fingers and the shadows closed in around the two of them. Seliph let out a squeaky sigh of relief at the pressure being taken off his legs but still let out a groan at the feeling of the shadows repositioning him. The young lord was flipped onto his back and had his hands pressed to his stomach which was nothing new. What was new however was the weight pressed onto his chest. He "mmmmph'ed" in confusion as the shadows pressed Julius into his chest and cocooned them both. The two men were pushed together and when the shadows clear they were mummified together in the shiny bonds of duct tape. Seliph's hands were down on his stomach in a submissive pose and further kept down by the evil Julius' weight atop them.
Julius looked up at Seliph from his chest and it struck the Scion of Light for the first time in a while about how much shorter the Scion of Darkness was than him. He hadn't had many chances to stand above the evil mage since he was taken prisoner a few months back. Julius duct-taping himself into Seliph's cocoon was new though. Judging by how much of Julius' skin on his he could feel, it seemed that he had directed the shadows to strip both of them naked.
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Julius looked up at him from under all that red hair of his and proudly displayed the strip of duct tape slapped over his own lips to match Seli's. The bluenette swordfighter rolled his eyes at the sight, but then let out a muffled yelp into that very same gag when Juli's wicked fingers started scrabbling along the part of Seliph's chest that they were pinned to. Seliph wiggled and his cocoon and waggled his feet where they poked out at the bottom, though this was because the shorter Emperor's own soft little mage pies were poking out as well. His little toes were having a field day of chasing Seliph's trapped soles that had nowhere to go. They'd stroke down the pretty feet while Seliph's own toes wiggled frantically as just about the only motion he could accomplish. Beneath the tape, Seliph's sweaty body couldn't do a thing about Julius pressed to him and scrabbling his fingers along his lean chest.
The final straw was the hungry way that Julius was nuzzling his way up Seliph's slender neck. That long mane of hell-pit red hair was sticking to Seliph's sweaty face, and dammit that tickled too! Normally the nuzzling from the gagged boy would honestly be cute if Seliph could forget what a monster he was, but all of this combined with everything else had Seliph moaning through the giggles that were muffled by his gag. He could feel Julius's red-furred cock rubbing along one of his hipbones and that tickled too. Julius suddenly breaking out in giggles was odd but then Seliph realized what had happened. Seliph's own cock had become enlarged despite the situation and its head was poking into Juli's tickly belly button. The shorter of the two was snorting beneath his gag at the feeling, and Seliph had to admit…for a tool of the dark dragon and the cult behind it, he was pretty cute when he laughed.
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They both perked up as tendrils of darkness rose from beneath the bed they laid upon. They quickly closed in and began gently brushing along the two Heroes' feet. The two broke down in giggles that quickly turned to squeals when the tendrils forced open their toes and started slithering betwixt them. Julius was nodding his head in absolute joy while Seliph was shaking his furiously to try and get them to stop. They did not stop at all however and instead more tendrils came and began gently tapping upon the two's heels. They sank into the soft skin of Seliph's and teased along the rougher stubby ones of Julius' feet. The tendrils were somehow both feathery and yet slimy so eventually, the two's feet were slick with whatever they exuded. They retreated as suddenly as they came, and in their place a pair of hands extended from beneath the bed.
They were clawed, gnarled, and withered hands seeming to belong to quite possibly the oldest and vilest of crones, but Seliph could not see anything of it beyond the impossibly long arms reaching down toward him and Julius. Its nails were cracked, uneven, and ragged, so much so that the feeling of them on his face made Seliph shudder. That turned to trembling however when they began teasing down his nose. The claw teased the underside of his nose, making him struggle as he felt a surging feeling risin in his chest until finally...
"MMPPFOOO!!!"
Seliph blinked and looked to see a tired Julius blinking the spots from his eyes. He wanted to sympathize but-
"PPPHMMFOO!!"
Instead, he joined him though not by choice. Both boys shook and jolted as the sneezes ripped through their bodies, never when they expected them. The nose tickling had a constant effect of the sneezes always feeling oncoming but yet not coming when the boys were ready. Instead, each time they let their guard down, that was when the ragged nail would invade and coax another powerful sneeze out of the poor, exhausted tickle boys. They lay there in a blended pool of red and blue hair that had been sneezed and wiggled out of their hair ties and into this current messy state. The crone's hands wiped the tears from both Grannvalian Princeling's eyes before retreating beneath the bed.
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The two lay there too tired to do anything as the shadows swirled again. Julius was taken from atop Seliph and placed to lie down beside him. The two were still wrapped tight like presents but didn't notice an imperceptible change to their wrappings. The pair got their breath back slowly but of course, Julius was the first to get his legs back; metaphorically of course, as he was still bound as tightly as Seliph. His smiling under his gag at the glowering Seliph was quite a reversal of the way things usually were, what with the permanent sneer that had used to be painted on Julius' face before he'd tasted the lick of the feather.
The second that Seliph had thought the word “feather” he saw it and went pale. The prick of white in the seemingly endless darkness above the two boys was fluttering closer and closer to them. Julius followed Seliph's terrified gaze and reacted with glee at the sight bouncing excitedly in his cocoon as the pure white feather floated down gradually towards the boys. Seliph noticed that Juli's bonds had changed in their last rearrangement and now realized what that meant. He looked down and realized his petite little navel was exposed by a window in the duct tape wrapped about him just like Julius' was.
The feather's descent was maddeningly slow, and it flitted from above both princes so suddenly and without warning that tears were pricking in Seliph's deep blue eyes. Each time it fluttered above Julius, it was to an unmistakable yet still muffled cheer from the gagged pervert, who would kick his soft mage feet back and forth in bouncy expectation. When it fluttered above Seliph, it would be slowly descending into a tempest of frantic blue locks as he shook his head in abject fear while keening like an animal. The swordfighter’s toes were curled in absolute terror of the soft licks of that plume.
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It hesitated for just a second, in which it impossibly seemed to be completely suspended in the air before slowly fluttering down towards the jiggly and inviting Seli-belly. It touched its tip to the lordling’s inviting little ring of baby fat around his stomach before swirling around the lip to Seliph's navel. The Scion of Light’s attempts to desperately shake his hips and gyrate the evil plume away had no luck, and the clearly abnormal feather descended further into his navel while slowly rotating. Seliph bounced and shook like a child having a tantrum as his belly button felt a million little feathery kisses all the way down in the sensitive divot.
The feather pulled itself out as suddenly as it had appeared and begun slowly painting its way along Seliph's tum like it was applying paint. Seliph's trousers had been removed by the shadows in one of his various repositioning, but he was very aware of it right now as the leaky head of his cock dragged along the hot material of his wrappings. He moaned in a mix of displeasure at that feeling and forced mirth from how the feather had suddenly switched and was scribbling its stem along the rim of his tickly-baby navel again.
Suddenly the feather rocketed right out of Seliph's navel and zipped right over to start giving Juli's tum some attention. It flitted about the struggling villain's chub while Seliph looked above him in abject horror. There were suddenly a dozen pricks of white up there in the sky that horrifyingly all looked like the feather currently spinning in Julius' navel. There were several now and Seliph couldn't tear his eyes away from watching them descend until he heard Julius moan into his gag.
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Their bindings had changed again to have both of the young Jugdral princes’ genitals hang out of their cocoons. The first feather was already teasing and stroking along Julius's red balls as more of them came down all around the bed boys. They licked along Seliph's arches, teased Julius' shaft, and scribbled down Seliph's belly. Soon both boys had three feathers each all stuffed in their navels and were wiggling about in distress. Quill stems scrabbled about behind their ears while they quivered and shook from the other feathers, all teasing along the heads of their cocks and painting them with the pre-cum pooling up there.
Julius came first and it was quite the mess the little tyrant made. Loud and angry "Mmmmph's!!!" in quite the contrast to the happy ball of giggles that had been soaking up him and Seliph's tummy time together. The sticky mess between his legs looked like a crime scene, but even with their plumes moistened up nicely the feathers didn't slow up. Seliph didn't stand a chance against them due to his own innate sensitivity, so he popped not much longer after Julius. The only difference being that while Julius had erupted explosively, the ever-graceful Seliph let his semen spill like a rippling stream; and the feathers were all too eager to tickle every last drop out of him. Quills scribbled along with his balls, plumes fluffed down his shaft, and a few more feathers licked between his toes until Seli was spent and wheezing.
The room shimmered and changed until they were dumped upon the floor naked, exhausted, and sticky. The two lay there panting for breath until Julius started cackling his head off with that same trademark snootiness that made Seliph wish they were both taped again. He groaned in exasperation as Julius' hugged himself on the ground and smiled widely.
"What a way to start the day, eh Seliph? My goodness, I'm wide awake now but it seems we're quite the mess! Do you know what you should do after a nice roll in the hay like that? A bath!"
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Seliph knew that just the word “bath” in Muspel was to be feared. He remembered his first one here wherein he was tossed into a washing tub by Surtr, who then planted one thick knee on his back and relished in peeling off the prince's wet clothes piece by piece. He still scrunched his toes thinking about the way the despot had peeled the soles right off his boots to get at the tender, socked feet inside. He'd taken a hard sponge to Seli's soles and scrubbed them right through his socks until the fabric had come away in shreds. He could practically feel the pleased yell that Surtr had let out when he'd finally seen those pretty feet, and he could definitely still feel the man's teeth on his heel.
The door to Seliph's chamber opened in the present day of his nightmares and chased away his daydreams. For a moment he took complete leave of his senses and was so utterly relieved to see his friends that he thought nothing of them being here. He sincerely thought that Ares and Leif were here to save him and nothing else. Had he the strength he would have run and hugged them both with semen still dripping down his leg. That fantasy shattered when Ares instead knelt and picked Julius up into his arms like a blushing bride. It was Ares who blushed though as Julius quickly began skating a finger up and down the black knight's neck. This was when Seliph noticed the matching fluffy slippers upon Leif and Ares's feet.
He recognized those as the chosen footwear for a Muspellian tickle slave fresh from the baths. Leif knelt down and helped Seliph to his feet, but still quickly danced some fingers up his friend's ribs and made him giggle. This drew Julius' ire quickly and his hands flashed with magic. In seconds the shadows streamed from the corners of the room and had pulled Leif and Seliph down into the center. Quickly the bed was back beneath Seliph's back and the duct tape had him in its skin-warming embrace. This time however there were no feathers above him. Instead, it was a pair of massive and ashen feet that he recognized instantly as King Surtr's.
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Seliph shook his head back and forth, but another gag was quickly slapped over his lips to keep him from saying a word as the massive feet pressed down on his face and began grinding their heels against his nose. Had he been able to see, he would have seen Leif tied up right beside him the same way but with a look of manic glee as an exact copy of the same feet descended onto his face.
Leif let out a chirp of absolute ecstasy as they played their thick toes in his sparse eyebrows, as super-huge and massive feet were the Thracian Lordling's absolute favorite things in the world. He'd been tickled to absolute bits until he'd admitted it to Laegjarn and her bigfoot corps. Ares twitched an eyebrow at both the sight of Leif and Seliph being smothered, but also at the way that Julius was laying sloppy kisses along the side of his face and adding tongue to make them tickle. His looking away just gave Julius more skin to smooch and made it easier for him to guide the shadows closer and closer to them both.
It took only a minute, but soon all four were bound up tight on the bed in the same manner. Their faces were smothered beneath magical replicas of Surtr's feet with Ares having his cheeks caressed by the rough balls and Julius having his mouth up in its arch. Soon enough, more copies of magical tootsies became involved, but this time it was four pairs of stubby peets that belonged to Julius himself. They began to roughly footsie all four young warriors until they were all squeaking in the same tone for mercy. They missed their reservation at the baths by so much that, when they were finally released and the beleaguered party arrived at the Sauna, their place had been taken.
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There was a special sunken tub in the corner of the bathing room that was meant for couples who were looking to get squeaky clean. Originally it was going to be Julius and Seliph having a romp there but at this point, all four had made a mess and positively ruined each other's hair. When they arrived and saw a clammy woman overseeing two other men strapped into the couple's tub, their disappointment was immeasurable; well, disappointment from three of them at least. In Ares' case, it was an inescapable embarrassment as he knew one of them based on his long blonde hair alone.
Eldigan was strapped into one side of the bath with clamps binding his arms to the wall behind him. However, the man's long legs were fully able to over through the warm soapy water, which they did as he sputtered and splashed while trying to get revenge on his opponent. It took a moment for Seliph to realize who was under the mop of wet green hair, but he finally realized it was a younger version of his trusted strategist, Lewyn. His body was also shaking as somewhere beneath all that hair he was laughing madly. He was bound the same way as Eldigan and burst out laughing in a manner that sent droplets of water everywhere. Some of the water splashed on Seliph's bare leg, and he almost sank to his knees at how warm and pleasant it felt after his vigorous romp with Juli.
One of Eldigan's feet bobbed up from beneath the water and he saw what was making the two men laugh so much finally. Strapped upon the former leader of House Nordion's foot was a bristly brush that still dripped with warm soap from his and Lewyn's struggles. It was tied on tight enough that he couldn't possibly get it off without the use of his hands. Suddenly, a buttery-looking foot in the same kind of squeaky-clean bondage burst from the water and began scrubbing away at the tops of Eldigan's toes, making the Lionheart mewl like a kitten.
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The woman watching over them finally took notice of the youths and waved a six-fingered hand at Julius who noticeably paled.
"Oh, werrre you wanting a turn? Very well, I suppose my boys might be getting pruny."
The Rusalka clapped and Lewyn and Eldigan went slack and took the welcome respite. She set to undoing the clamps around both's arms and pulling her soggy, laughing boys out of the tub to lay face down upon a nice and plush towel. Seliph winced at the two naked men who had once been proud rulers, now whimpering face-down in a pink towel as the Rusalka's deformed hands began dancing along their ass cheeks. The two only writhed and wriggled with their hands over their mouths, never once trying to escape or stop the bony woman atop them. Seliph feared that he'd be that broken one day, but more than that feared how erect his cock was at the sight.
Suddenly Leif was pulled from beneath Seliph's arm, and the sudden loss of balance caused him to crash to the floor. His eyes fluttered as he lost consciousness to the sound of not just the Leonster heir's laughter, but also Julius going mad while a deep voice boomed with sadism.
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Seliph awoke to the most dreamily fulfilling feeling of warmth on his lower body. He sighed in content as his eyes opened slowly, but the sight they took in stopped him quickly. Shackled to the wall that had previously held his father was now Ares, looking completely unamused at the situation as he also was chest-deep in soapy water. Seliph wanted to laugh at the frown on Ares's face working so perfectly in contrast to the yellow rubber duck floating just beneath his underarm, but he was forced to laugh as he felt a brush shoot up one of his legs beneath the water. Ares smirked at him until they both became very aware of three peals of laughter from a neighboring tub that was watching them closely.
The great, red-bearded King Surtr sat in the water with his angry muscles glistening as they flexed, while his massive hands crawled over the two lordlings he had under each arm. Julius and Leif were dripping wet but had both apparently had their hands secured behind their backs. Surtr jiggled both boys as he scratched and tickled along their wet chests. He laughed harshly at Julius attempting to slip free before reeling him back in and roughly stuffing a thumb into his as far as it would go. Leif did not attempt to escape in contrast and actually nuzzled into the man's bristly beard while Surtr pulled Julius closer and chomped at his ear.
"This little fireball wanted to play soapy tootsies with you! Can you believe it? With these short legs of his, it wouldn't have been much of a match at all. I do believe that he simply wanted YOU to tickle to him bits. A one-sided affair is no fun at all though! So, I picked you the blonde to have a bit of contest."
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The word contest had no sooner left Surtr's mouth before Seliph's cock was suddenly sandwiched between two brushes down in the waters. Ares smirked as he worked his legs back and forth while Seliph went wild. The bluenette splashed about madly with legs like noodles as his friend scrub-a-dub-dubbed his poor cock. He kicked his legs madly, until finally one dragged a brush right along Ares' thigh – more by coincidence than intent. The result was the same though as Ares sputtered for a second and tried to kick Seliph back. This meant that his brush-bearing tootsies weren't on Seliph's manhood though, and that allowed Seliph to actually strategize and retaliate.
His feet were quick and merciless. One brush went straight to Ares' toned chest and began scrubbing along the scowling man's devilishly sensitive outie navel. The other brush kept up the assault on his friend's left thigh, and very quickly Ares's frown was turned upside down as a manic grin bloomed on his face. He cackled like an evil witch, which was honestly just his normal laugh that frequently went unheard. Seliph and Leif had always teased him about that, but this was the first time that Seliph was teasing it out of him. There was no way for him to know but Leif had teased it out of Ares a few times before they'd even come to Askr.
Ares wasn't about to lay back and take it like he would do with Leif, though. There was still a bit of spite in his veins from the initial misunderstanding of their fathers. While he couldn't get to Seliph's cock anymore, the one of Seliph's pretty peets practically in his lap was easy pickings for somebody with his flexibility, and as such Ares began scrubbing away at Seli's smooth heel. This had the long-legged wielder of Tyrfing squeaking and his offensive quickly losing steam. This allowed Ares to push his offensive further, darting a proud foot beneath the heir of Chalphy and foregoing the brush entirely to use his long toes to scribble along Seliph's ass cheek.
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Seliph sagged in his bonds as he s******ed and giggled at his poor, ticklish butt getting its lines toed. Surtr roared in approval and stuff his thumbs in both Leif and Julius' navels to make them do the same. He shook them both by their new handles enough to make Ares look over and give a cocky smile. That was all the chance Seliph Baldos Chalphy needed, however. That one second of Ares looking away led to the blond hearing a loud splash, and when he looked back over he couldn't see Seliph anymore at all.
All he could see was the bottoms of the two soapy brushes tied to Seliph's pretty feet as they were pressed to his face. They took up Ares' entire vision and were soon scrubbing away at his face with speed. The man's nose and ears were getting an extra hard teasing and as such Ares broke down quickly. He shook his head side to side while trying to get free of Seliph but had no luck. There was nowhere for him to go, and he was laughing too hard to get his legs moving to tickle Seliph back.
Down beneath the soapy waters, Ares' cock was leaking pre-cum and finally popped like a volcano when Seliph started in on him with baby talk and how cute he looked when he laughed. Ares went completely slack in his bonds at his ejaculation and resigned himself to his facial. On the other hand, Seliph had cum three times since being put in this bath; once at the sight of Julius and Leif drooling when Surtr thumb-fucked their bellies, once from the sensation of Ares twiddling his toes along his blueberry-flavored bum, and a third time at the realization that Ares was all his now as he sagged in surrender. With each climax the prince had only sped up a bit more as his cock released more jizz, and now he was scrubbing the beaten Ares' face so hard that a little trail of soap and drool was trailing down his chest.
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He might have scrubbed him all night it wasn't for two pairs of hands that reached down and pulled both boys out of the water. Surtr's thick fingers dug right into Seliph's pits and pulled him out and into the man's arms while the Rusalka tended to her pruny and humiliated boy-toy.
"What a show! The boy is a natural-born tickler! Why, I think that you're going to give me some great shows in the future! Hmm, how do you think you'd fare in a three-on-one? I have some clowns I'd love to see soapy..."
A powerful hand slapped Seliph on the tum so hard that it drove all the air out of his body and left him powerless as Surtr ran tough fingers all along his rosy skin still warm from the bath. Meanwhile, Ares was comfortably and lovingly rolled up in a pink and fluffy towel to be placed right next to Leif by the Rusalka. Her webbed hands patted the sulky knight on the head and wiped away soapy tears from his defeat.
"My little knight fought hard, but we all knew he would lose. He's not a fan of the clean after all, he wants to be packed tight in the mud while his mama plucks his toes, eh? Come along, let's get you back in the muck, pretty boy."
A sulking Ares showed a sign of breaking but finally shattered when his friend Leif planted a consolation smooch right on his cheek. He looked over at the beaming Thracian with rage in his eyes that was betrayed by the blush on his cheeks. The two giggled and snickered as the Rusalka carried both away to her muddy playroom and left the tired Eldigan and Lewyn to steam in their own towels.
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Surtr's pride over the defeated Seliph turned to confusion as shadows collected from all over the steamy bathing hall to quickly pull Seliph from his grasp and make the dazed prince vanish from his sight, along with Julius who'd been left behind after Surtr had squeezed his tum to the point of tears. Surtr grunted in annoyance until the shadows returned and rearranged Lewyn and Eldigan for him.
When the darkness cleared, the two men were naked as the day they were born with their hands tied roughly behind their backs and rubber duckies stuffed betwixt their lips. Their skin was so sensitive from their tubby time earlier that it practically shone, and the panic in both men's eyes as they noticed their handsome feet trapped in stocks and facing Surtr was quite evident. The Mad King advanced on them with a loofah in one hand and a scrub brush in the other with plans to stay the night in here.
Even with bright yellow ducks between their teeth, the sounds the men made as Surtr flossed their toes could be heard down the hall. People in the various rooms of the castle covered their ears as he scrubbed their arches, bit at their heels, and pumiced the buttery balls of their feet. When the men's feet twinkled liked diamonds and had soles rosy enough to Surtr's satisfaction, he moved and started soaping their thighs before licking them clean himself. He was squeezing the two handsome fathers' knees when he finally confirmed that he fully planned this to be a full-body workout for them…
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It took a while for Seliph to awake, and when he did, it was slow due to the happy dream he had been reluctant to exit from. In it, he and Julius had the average relationship of a family. The two played, chatted, and fought, but were otherwise unbothered by anything bigger than their blood. Seliph wished for that world to be the one he was in. He looked around at where he was now and saw a lavishly decorated bedroom with the emblem of House Velthommer upon the wall. This must be Julius' bedroom Seliph thought to himself before he realized something.
There was a weight hanging off his chest beneath the covers, and when he pulled them aside, he found a sleepy Julius cuddling him closely. He looked down at the young man whose face was almost covered in long red hair and tried to imagine him as the monstrous son of the man who killed his father or as the mad emperor who hunted children. Try as he might though, all he could think of was the man who'd been tickled beside him for the better part of the day. He thought of pushing him off but instead lay back on the soft bed and closed his eyes, after all, he was quite tired.
"So cute, like a proper pair of brothers!"
Seliph's eyes flew open at the voice, and he sat up quickly to search the room for its source without thinking of how he'd just rudely awakened Julius. He saw nobody else in the room with him but did notice something now. Upon the wall beside the door was a pair of trophy plaques from which protruded (unsurprisingly for this place) two pairs of feet. He recognized the stubbier ones as belonging to Julius and a quick look down saw that the little madman's peets were indeed gone, but Seliph was far more worried about the pair of elegant and shapely size 8's below them. He'd recognize them anywhere and was very concerned about how they weren't currently below his thighs.
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Seliph bit his lip as the door to Julius's bedroom opened and a party of disembodied hands in cartoonish white gloves floated in. Julius blinked sleep from his eyes just as one sloooowly floated the backs of its fingers down his defenseless sole. The little redhead kicked his feetless legs on the bed and hugged Seliph tightly as the little feet on the wall wiggled desperately. Seliph was much more concerned at how one of those gloves was bringing a plastic hairbrush closer and closer to their wall-mounted feet of his. He curled his toes in fear until it pressed in and Seliph felt the plastic tips against his soft skin. He let out a harsh laugh and fell back on the bed to kick his own legs feebly but found that he couldn't to his confusion.
Seliph looked down and found that suddenly everything below the waist was gone. He panicked but gave into laughing again as he spotted his and Julius' knee's now mounted to the wall on either side of his bedroom mirror. More hands came in through the door and the boys went wild as their knees were teased. Julius' had the caps of his squeezed and scratched while Seliph had fingers run all along the backs of his. The two were cackling like madmen too much to notice more changes to the room until more hands floated in.
Suddenly both boys had their bare asses presented on the desk. The hands came quickly and after slapping each boy's two firm cheeks went to work. Feathers were produced to slide between the cheeks and tease those cute pink caves. Fingers scribbled down, along, and all over the juicy rumps. Finally, the two both let out squeaks of horror as they saw some of the hands wield forks to start scratching and poking all along their ticklish rears.
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Seliph and Julius were in perfect synch at this point that they even moved their hands to their cocks in unison, only to find that their manhoods were gone as well! Now the young princes of light and dark each had his aching loins mounted on the desk to tower over his teaseable ass. The hands were quick and soon both had their own torments taking place. Julius had a pair of hands on him with one digging its nails into his red-furred ball sack while the other scribbled its nails up and down his furiously veiny shaft. Seliph however had one hand using just one finger to rim the slit of his cock until it popped a white spray all over itself. To his horror, it didn't slow for a second.
It all suddenly started to move quicker. Soon the baby-fatted belly of the blue-haired lord of Chalphy and the lean chest of the wiry emperor of Velthommer were both upon the ceiling. Fingers were quickly jammed into their navels and swirled about. Ribs were squeezed, counted, and scratched at without mercy. Bellies were slapped, pinkened, and squeezed to contrast all the loving they were getting and really get the boys in a loopy fog. The two couldn't even form words anymore, instead choking out harsh gasps as their eyes darted to more places adorned with parts of their bodies being tickled to bits.
The back of the door suddenly had two pairs of arms with their wrists secured to the cold wood. This left them helpless as the magical hands ran spurs up and down the sensitive forearms and shoulders of the two sons of Deirdre. They could do nothing as the hands scribbled in their armpits and teasing the tufts of body hair in there as well. This was due to their hands being secured as well, with each of the ten fingers clamped down to allow pairs of chopsticks to pick and poke at them for even more tickle torture.
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All in the space of a minute, the two had been reduced to a pair of madly laughing disembodied heads laying upon the bed. They could only watch through teary eyes as the door opened and Princess Reginn of Nidvallir walked into the room. She looked around the room with beaming pride at all the two's body parts chained up and being feathered, fucked, and fiddled with as their long-haired heads shrieked to her in hilarity from this tickle-hell. She sat heavily upon the bed before kicking off her boots and pulling the thick socks from her size 13 feet.
In a quick motion, she pulled both Seliph and Julius by their long hair to her, balled up the socks, and stuffed them between their teeth. The two could only keen hysterically with their full mouths as she wiggled her fingers in front of their beet-red faces and pulled Seliph's head into her lap. She produced a dangerous-looking Kinshi feather from her pocket and dangled it before Seliph before pressing her big soles on Julius' face. She giggled to herself as she traced Seliph's nostrils with the plume and added sneezing to his already teary-eyed madness.
"Gotta love that Nidvallin technology! Almost indistinguishable from magic at this point! So much so that poor Juli-Wuli here didn't realize I'd redirected him from his room to a special enchanted one Ms. Hel gave me!"
She traced a big toe down Julius' nose and laughed at his attempt to bite her big feet before stuffing her toes in his mouth.
"He's just gonna have to learn to share this handsome new game with all his fellow tickle monsters here in the castle! Now, my tickly little blueberry boi? Ready for a loooooong night a-HEAD?! Ha! I'm so funny!"
Naga help Seliph, but after a long night of humiliation, edging, milking, breaking, and fondling with even more on the horizon, he could do was nod in submission.
