(Everybody is 18 years old)
Alex had always been the quiet type—the quintessential nerd with thick glasses, a backpack full of textbooks, and a social circle that consisted mostly of online forums and video games. He wasn’t athletic, wasn’t popular, and certainly wasn’t the kind of guy who got invited to parties. But there was one thing that consumed his thoughts day and night: the girls’ swim team at Ridgewood High.
The team was legendary in his mind. Twelve girls, all toned and confident, gliding through the water like goddesses. Their practices were held in the school pool every afternoon, and Alex had found the perfect spot to watch them—a small storage room adjacent to the bleachers with a cracked window that offered an unobstructed view. He’d been sneaking in there for months, heart pounding, as he watched them stretch, dive, and swim laps in their tight one-piece suits that clung to every curve.
But it wasn’t just watching. Alex’s crush ran deeper, a burning obsession that led him to more… intimate acts. He’d wait until practice was in full swing, the coach barking orders from the deck, and then he’d unzip his pants, pulling out his already throbbing cock. Stroking himself slowly at first, building up as he fixated on their bodies—the way their suits rode up, the water dripping down their legs, the laughter echoing as they splashed each other. He had favorites, of course. There was captain Mia with her sharp wit and piercing eyes, Sarah with her endless legs, and Jenna with her playful giggles. But none compared to Elise.
Elise was the one who haunted his dreams the most. She was the team’s powerhouse freestyler, with a body that turned heads everywhere she went. Her thighs were thick and powerful from years of kicking through water, her abs defined, but it was her ass that was truly legendary. The biggest in the entire school—massive, round, jiggling slightly with every step she took out of the pool. In her swimsuit, it was a masterpiece: two perfect globes straining against the fabric, the material wedged deep between her cheeks, outlining every curve. Alex would zero in on her during practice, watching as she bent over to adjust her goggles or climbed out of the water, her huge butt flexing and bouncing. That’s when he’d stroke faster, imagining burying his face in it, feeling its softness smother him. He’d cum hardest thinking of Elise, whispering her name under his breath as ropes of hot seed spilled over his hand.
This particular Tuesday afternoon was no different. Practice had just started, and Alex slipped into his hiding spot, the air thick with chlorine and the sounds of splashing water. The team was warming up, doing stretches on the deck. Elise was front and center, bending forward in a deep stretch, her enormous ass pointed right toward his window. The suit was a dark blue today, digging into her crack, her cheeks spilling out the sides. Alex’s cock was out in seconds, hard and leaking precum as he gripped it tightly.
“Fuck, Elise… that ass,” he muttered to himself, pumping slowly. The team dove in for laps, and he watched them all—twelve perfect bodies cutting through the water. But his eyes always drifted back to Elise’s powerful kicks, her butt breaking the surface with each stroke. He sped up, biting his lip to stay quiet, edging himself closer and closer.
That’s when it happened. A shadow fell over him. The door to the storage room creaked open, and before he could react, hands grabbed him from behind.
“What the fuck is this?” a voice hissed.
Alex froze, his hand still wrapped around his dripping cock. He turned slowly, horror flooding him as he saw the entire swim team standing there, dripping wet in their suits, staring at him with a mix of shock, disgust, and… amusement?
Mia, the captain, stepped forward first, her arms crossed under her perky breasts. “We’ve known you were here for weeks, perv. The window’s not as hidden as you think. But catching you mid-jerk? That’s new.”
The girls erupted in laughter. Sarah pointed at his exposed cock, still hard despite the terror. “Look at him! He’s rock hard even now!”
Elise was there too, towel around her neck, her massive ass still glistening with pool water. She smirked, her eyes locking onto Alex’s. “So you’re the little creep who’s been staring at us? Especially at my butt, huh? I’ve seen you looking.”
Alex stammered, trying to cover himself, but Jenna and another girl, Riley, grabbed his arms, pinning him down. “N-no, please, I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, you meant it,” Mia said, grinning wickedly. “And now you’re gonna pay for it. Girls, let’s give this nerd a lesson he’ll never forget.”
They dragged him out of the storage room, his pants around his ankles, cock bobbing humiliatingly as they marched him to the team locker room. Alex begged the whole way, but the girls just laughed, shoving him inside and locking the door. In the center of the room was a sturdy massage table they used for post-practice recovery—padded, with straps for holding limbs in place.
“Strip him,” Mia ordered.
Hands were everywhere—ripping off his shirt, yanking down his pants and underwear. Alex struggled futilely against twelve strong swimmers. Soon he was completely naked, his average-sized cock standing at attention from the adrenaline and lingering arousal. They hoisted him onto the table, face up, and began securing him.
Thick velcro straps went around his wrists, pulling his arms above his head. More straps at his elbows, ankles, knees, and even his waist and chest. He was spread-eagled, completely immobilized, his body stretched taut. His feet hung slightly off the end, soles exposed and vulnerable. His cock pointed straight up, twitching in the cool air.
“Please,” Alex whimpered. “Let me go. I’ll never come back, I swear.”
The girls circled the table like sharks, towels discarded now, still in their wet swimsuits that left little to the imagination. Mia leaned down close to his face. “Oh, we’re not letting you go yet. You’ve been getting off to us for months. Now it’s our turn to have some fun with you.”
Sarah wiggled her fingers menacingly. “We know exactly what nerds like you hate the most. Tickling. You’re gonna be begging for mercy soon.”
Alex’s eyes widened. He was insanely ticklish—always had been. Even as a kid, light touches made him squirm. “No, please, not that—anything but tickling!”
That only made them laugh harder. “Perfect,” Jenna said. “Let’s break him.”
They assigned spots like it was a game. Two girls on each armpit and ribs, a few on his belly and thighs, and specials for his feet and… other areas.
Elise stepped forward with a smug grin, her huge ass swaying as she positioned herself at his left foot. “I call the left one. Since he’s obsessed with my butt, maybe he’ll appreciate my fingers on his sole.”
Another girl, Brooke—the team’s flirtiest member with long blonde hair and a devilish smile—claimed his cock. “And I’ll handle this little guy. Teasing, tickling around it, but no cumming. Edging him until he cries.”
The torture began slowly, building like a symphony of torment.
First, light traces. Fingers dancing over his skin—armpits scratched lightly with nails, ribs poked gently, belly circled with feather-like touches. Alex giggled immediately, twisting against the straps.
“Heh… hehe… stop, please!”
But it escalated. The girls on his upper body dug in, scribbling furiously into his armpits and along his sides. His laughter exploded—high-pitched, desperate.
“HAHAHA! NOOO! STOHOHOP!”
His thighs were attacked next, nails dragging up and down the sensitive inner skin, making his legs jerk uselessly. His belly button was probed, fingers swirling inside while others pinched his hips.
But the feet—oh god, the feet. Elise started on his left sole with slow, deliberate strokes. Her nails were perfectly manicured from swim team standards, sharp enough to send electric shocks through him. She traced from heel to toes, then scribbled under the arch.
“Tickle tickle tickle, little perv,” Elise cooed, her voice sultry. “You like staring at my big ass? Well, now feel what my fingers can do.”
On the right foot, Riley mirrored her, scratching wildly across the ball and toes. Alex’s feet were his worst spot—pale, soft from never going barefoot, arches high and sensitive.
“GAHAHAHA! FEET! NOT THE FEEHEEHEET!”
He bucked wildly, but the straps held firm. His cock bounced with each spasm, drawing Brooke’s attention.
She hovered over his groin, her fingers ghosting around his balls, up the shaft, circling the head without touching it directly at first. Light tickles on his inner thighs near the base, making his erection throb painfully.
“Look at this desperate cock,” Brooke teased, blowing cool air on the tip. “So hard from being tickled. You love it, don’t you? All those months jerking to us, and now you’re our toy.”
She finally touched it—barely. Fingernails lightly scratching the underside, tickling the frenulum while avoiding firm strokes. Alex’s laughter mixed with moans.
“HEHEHE—AH! PLEASE, TOUCH IT PROPERLY!”
“Nooo,” Brooke sang. “Denial only. Edge for us, perv.”
The tickling intensified. All twelve girls were involved now, rotating spots to keep it fresh. Someone produced feathers—actual feathers from a forgotten costume box—and used them on his nipples, circling the sensitive buds until they hardened.
Elise leaned in closer to his left foot, her massive butt resting against the table edge as she worked. She spider-tickled the toes, wiggling between them, then scratched the stem furiously.
“Coochie coochie coo! Such ticklish little piggies. Bet you’d love to kiss my ass right now, huh? Too bad you’re stuck here screaming.”
Alex was losing it. Tears streamed down his face from laughter, his body slick with sweat. His abs burned from the constant contracting, his voice hoarse.
“PLEHEHEASE! I CAN’T—HAHAHA—BREATHE!”
But they didn’t stop. Hours seemed to pass—though it was probably only thirty minutes so far. They took breaks to hydrate, chatting casually about practice while idly tickling his soles or balls to keep him giggling.
Brooke was masterful at the denial. She’d stroke him almost to the edge—firm grips, twisting handjobs that had him thrusting into air—then stop, tickling his taint or perineum lightly to ruin the build-up.
“Close again? Nope!” She’d pinch the base, letting the orgasm fade. His cock was purple now, leaking constantly, balls aching.
Elise switched tactics on his left foot. She grabbed baby oil from the locker supplies, slathering his sole until it glistened. Then she used a hairbrush—stiff bristles scrubbing relentlessly over the oiled skin.
The sensation was unbearable. “NOOO! NOT THE BRUSH! ELISE, MERCY! HAHAHAHA!”
Elise laughed, her huge ass jiggling as she scrubbed harder. “Mercy? For the guy who jerks off to my butt every day? Dream on. Tickle tickle tickle!”
The other foot got the same treatment from Riley. Brushes on both soles, plus fingers in the toes. The girls on his upper body used electric toothbrushes now—vibrating heads buzzing into armpits and ribs.
Alex screamed with laughter, his mind fracturing. “I’M SORRY! I’LL DO ANYTHING! STOP TICKLING MEEEEE!”
Mia leaned down. “Anything? Like admit you’re a pathetic perv who cums thinking of Elise’s huge ass?”
“YES! YES! I ADMIT IT! ELISE’S ASS IS PERFECT! BIGGEST EVER! PLEASE STOP!”
The girls cheered, but didn’t stop. Instead, they amped it up. Elise stood up, turning around so her massive butt was inches from his face—though he couldn’t reach it, strapped down. She wiggled it teasingly while continuing to tickle his foot with one hand.
“Look at it, perv. The ass you dream about. Too bad you’ll never touch it.”
Brooke edged him again, this time bringing him so close he felt the orgasm building inescapably—then pulled away, tickling his cockhead lightly with a feather, making him howl as the sensation turned ticklish instead of pleasurable.
“Bad boys don’t cum,” she whispered.
The torture went on and on. They rotated again—new girls on feet, using tongues now. Licking his arches, nibbling toes while fingers scratched. Wet, slippery sensations driving him mad.
Elise took a turn on his belly, her nails digging in while her butt pressed against his thigh accidentally—or not. The softness made his cock twitch harder.
Hours blurred. Alex’s laughter turned to silent gasps, then back to screams as they revived him with water. His body was a canvas of red scratch marks, feet especially raw and sensitive.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, Mia called a brief pause. “One more round. Make him break completely.”
They went all out. Every spot at once—feet brushed and scratched, armpits scribbled, belly poked, thighs squeezed, nipples pinched, and Brooke alternating brutal edges with cock-tickling.
Elise back on left foot, whispering teases. “My big ass owns you now. You’ll never jerk without remembering this.”
Alex shattered. “I GIVE UP! MERCY! I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE! JUST LET ME CUM! OR STOP TICKLING!”
The girls slowed, giggling amongst themselves.
“Maybe,” Mia said. “But not yet. We’re just getting started.”
And the tickling resumed, wave after wave, Elise’s fingers never leaving his left sole, Brooke’s denial endless. Alex’s world was laughter, torment, and unfulfilled desire—trapped in tickle hell with the swim team goddesses he’d worshipped from afar.
The night was young, and they had all the time in the world.
Alex had always been the quiet type—the quintessential nerd with thick glasses, a backpack full of textbooks, and a social circle that consisted mostly of online forums and video games. He wasn’t athletic, wasn’t popular, and certainly wasn’t the kind of guy who got invited to parties. But there was one thing that consumed his thoughts day and night: the girls’ swim team at Ridgewood High.
The team was legendary in his mind. Twelve girls, all toned and confident, gliding through the water like goddesses. Their practices were held in the school pool every afternoon, and Alex had found the perfect spot to watch them—a small storage room adjacent to the bleachers with a cracked window that offered an unobstructed view. He’d been sneaking in there for months, heart pounding, as he watched them stretch, dive, and swim laps in their tight one-piece suits that clung to every curve.
But it wasn’t just watching. Alex’s crush ran deeper, a burning obsession that led him to more… intimate acts. He’d wait until practice was in full swing, the coach barking orders from the deck, and then he’d unzip his pants, pulling out his already throbbing cock. Stroking himself slowly at first, building up as he fixated on their bodies—the way their suits rode up, the water dripping down their legs, the laughter echoing as they splashed each other. He had favorites, of course. There was captain Mia with her sharp wit and piercing eyes, Sarah with her endless legs, and Jenna with her playful giggles. But none compared to Elise.
Elise was the one who haunted his dreams the most. She was the team’s powerhouse freestyler, with a body that turned heads everywhere she went. Her thighs were thick and powerful from years of kicking through water, her abs defined, but it was her ass that was truly legendary. The biggest in the entire school—massive, round, jiggling slightly with every step she took out of the pool. In her swimsuit, it was a masterpiece: two perfect globes straining against the fabric, the material wedged deep between her cheeks, outlining every curve. Alex would zero in on her during practice, watching as she bent over to adjust her goggles or climbed out of the water, her huge butt flexing and bouncing. That’s when he’d stroke faster, imagining burying his face in it, feeling its softness smother him. He’d cum hardest thinking of Elise, whispering her name under his breath as ropes of hot seed spilled over his hand.
This particular Tuesday afternoon was no different. Practice had just started, and Alex slipped into his hiding spot, the air thick with chlorine and the sounds of splashing water. The team was warming up, doing stretches on the deck. Elise was front and center, bending forward in a deep stretch, her enormous ass pointed right toward his window. The suit was a dark blue today, digging into her crack, her cheeks spilling out the sides. Alex’s cock was out in seconds, hard and leaking precum as he gripped it tightly.
“Fuck, Elise… that ass,” he muttered to himself, pumping slowly. The team dove in for laps, and he watched them all—twelve perfect bodies cutting through the water. But his eyes always drifted back to Elise’s powerful kicks, her butt breaking the surface with each stroke. He sped up, biting his lip to stay quiet, edging himself closer and closer.
That’s when it happened. A shadow fell over him. The door to the storage room creaked open, and before he could react, hands grabbed him from behind.
“What the fuck is this?” a voice hissed.
Alex froze, his hand still wrapped around his dripping cock. He turned slowly, horror flooding him as he saw the entire swim team standing there, dripping wet in their suits, staring at him with a mix of shock, disgust, and… amusement?
Mia, the captain, stepped forward first, her arms crossed under her perky breasts. “We’ve known you were here for weeks, perv. The window’s not as hidden as you think. But catching you mid-jerk? That’s new.”
The girls erupted in laughter. Sarah pointed at his exposed cock, still hard despite the terror. “Look at him! He’s rock hard even now!”
Elise was there too, towel around her neck, her massive ass still glistening with pool water. She smirked, her eyes locking onto Alex’s. “So you’re the little creep who’s been staring at us? Especially at my butt, huh? I’ve seen you looking.”
Alex stammered, trying to cover himself, but Jenna and another girl, Riley, grabbed his arms, pinning him down. “N-no, please, I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, you meant it,” Mia said, grinning wickedly. “And now you’re gonna pay for it. Girls, let’s give this nerd a lesson he’ll never forget.”
They dragged him out of the storage room, his pants around his ankles, cock bobbing humiliatingly as they marched him to the team locker room. Alex begged the whole way, but the girls just laughed, shoving him inside and locking the door. In the center of the room was a sturdy massage table they used for post-practice recovery—padded, with straps for holding limbs in place.
“Strip him,” Mia ordered.
Hands were everywhere—ripping off his shirt, yanking down his pants and underwear. Alex struggled futilely against twelve strong swimmers. Soon he was completely naked, his average-sized cock standing at attention from the adrenaline and lingering arousal. They hoisted him onto the table, face up, and began securing him.
Thick velcro straps went around his wrists, pulling his arms above his head. More straps at his elbows, ankles, knees, and even his waist and chest. He was spread-eagled, completely immobilized, his body stretched taut. His feet hung slightly off the end, soles exposed and vulnerable. His cock pointed straight up, twitching in the cool air.
“Please,” Alex whimpered. “Let me go. I’ll never come back, I swear.”
The girls circled the table like sharks, towels discarded now, still in their wet swimsuits that left little to the imagination. Mia leaned down close to his face. “Oh, we’re not letting you go yet. You’ve been getting off to us for months. Now it’s our turn to have some fun with you.”
Sarah wiggled her fingers menacingly. “We know exactly what nerds like you hate the most. Tickling. You’re gonna be begging for mercy soon.”
Alex’s eyes widened. He was insanely ticklish—always had been. Even as a kid, light touches made him squirm. “No, please, not that—anything but tickling!”
That only made them laugh harder. “Perfect,” Jenna said. “Let’s break him.”
They assigned spots like it was a game. Two girls on each armpit and ribs, a few on his belly and thighs, and specials for his feet and… other areas.
Elise stepped forward with a smug grin, her huge ass swaying as she positioned herself at his left foot. “I call the left one. Since he’s obsessed with my butt, maybe he’ll appreciate my fingers on his sole.”
Another girl, Brooke—the team’s flirtiest member with long blonde hair and a devilish smile—claimed his cock. “And I’ll handle this little guy. Teasing, tickling around it, but no cumming. Edging him until he cries.”
The torture began slowly, building like a symphony of torment.
First, light traces. Fingers dancing over his skin—armpits scratched lightly with nails, ribs poked gently, belly circled with feather-like touches. Alex giggled immediately, twisting against the straps.
“Heh… hehe… stop, please!”
But it escalated. The girls on his upper body dug in, scribbling furiously into his armpits and along his sides. His laughter exploded—high-pitched, desperate.
“HAHAHA! NOOO! STOHOHOP!”
His thighs were attacked next, nails dragging up and down the sensitive inner skin, making his legs jerk uselessly. His belly button was probed, fingers swirling inside while others pinched his hips.
But the feet—oh god, the feet. Elise started on his left sole with slow, deliberate strokes. Her nails were perfectly manicured from swim team standards, sharp enough to send electric shocks through him. She traced from heel to toes, then scribbled under the arch.
“Tickle tickle tickle, little perv,” Elise cooed, her voice sultry. “You like staring at my big ass? Well, now feel what my fingers can do.”
On the right foot, Riley mirrored her, scratching wildly across the ball and toes. Alex’s feet were his worst spot—pale, soft from never going barefoot, arches high and sensitive.
“GAHAHAHA! FEET! NOT THE FEEHEEHEET!”
He bucked wildly, but the straps held firm. His cock bounced with each spasm, drawing Brooke’s attention.
She hovered over his groin, her fingers ghosting around his balls, up the shaft, circling the head without touching it directly at first. Light tickles on his inner thighs near the base, making his erection throb painfully.
“Look at this desperate cock,” Brooke teased, blowing cool air on the tip. “So hard from being tickled. You love it, don’t you? All those months jerking to us, and now you’re our toy.”
She finally touched it—barely. Fingernails lightly scratching the underside, tickling the frenulum while avoiding firm strokes. Alex’s laughter mixed with moans.
“HEHEHE—AH! PLEASE, TOUCH IT PROPERLY!”
“Nooo,” Brooke sang. “Denial only. Edge for us, perv.”
The tickling intensified. All twelve girls were involved now, rotating spots to keep it fresh. Someone produced feathers—actual feathers from a forgotten costume box—and used them on his nipples, circling the sensitive buds until they hardened.
Elise leaned in closer to his left foot, her massive butt resting against the table edge as she worked. She spider-tickled the toes, wiggling between them, then scratched the stem furiously.
“Coochie coochie coo! Such ticklish little piggies. Bet you’d love to kiss my ass right now, huh? Too bad you’re stuck here screaming.”
Alex was losing it. Tears streamed down his face from laughter, his body slick with sweat. His abs burned from the constant contracting, his voice hoarse.
“PLEHEHEASE! I CAN’T—HAHAHA—BREATHE!”
But they didn’t stop. Hours seemed to pass—though it was probably only thirty minutes so far. They took breaks to hydrate, chatting casually about practice while idly tickling his soles or balls to keep him giggling.
Brooke was masterful at the denial. She’d stroke him almost to the edge—firm grips, twisting handjobs that had him thrusting into air—then stop, tickling his taint or perineum lightly to ruin the build-up.
“Close again? Nope!” She’d pinch the base, letting the orgasm fade. His cock was purple now, leaking constantly, balls aching.
Elise switched tactics on his left foot. She grabbed baby oil from the locker supplies, slathering his sole until it glistened. Then she used a hairbrush—stiff bristles scrubbing relentlessly over the oiled skin.
The sensation was unbearable. “NOOO! NOT THE BRUSH! ELISE, MERCY! HAHAHAHA!”
Elise laughed, her huge ass jiggling as she scrubbed harder. “Mercy? For the guy who jerks off to my butt every day? Dream on. Tickle tickle tickle!”
The other foot got the same treatment from Riley. Brushes on both soles, plus fingers in the toes. The girls on his upper body used electric toothbrushes now—vibrating heads buzzing into armpits and ribs.
Alex screamed with laughter, his mind fracturing. “I’M SORRY! I’LL DO ANYTHING! STOP TICKLING MEEEEE!”
Mia leaned down. “Anything? Like admit you’re a pathetic perv who cums thinking of Elise’s huge ass?”
“YES! YES! I ADMIT IT! ELISE’S ASS IS PERFECT! BIGGEST EVER! PLEASE STOP!”
The girls cheered, but didn’t stop. Instead, they amped it up. Elise stood up, turning around so her massive butt was inches from his face—though he couldn’t reach it, strapped down. She wiggled it teasingly while continuing to tickle his foot with one hand.
“Look at it, perv. The ass you dream about. Too bad you’ll never touch it.”
Brooke edged him again, this time bringing him so close he felt the orgasm building inescapably—then pulled away, tickling his cockhead lightly with a feather, making him howl as the sensation turned ticklish instead of pleasurable.
“Bad boys don’t cum,” she whispered.
The torture went on and on. They rotated again—new girls on feet, using tongues now. Licking his arches, nibbling toes while fingers scratched. Wet, slippery sensations driving him mad.
Elise took a turn on his belly, her nails digging in while her butt pressed against his thigh accidentally—or not. The softness made his cock twitch harder.
Hours blurred. Alex’s laughter turned to silent gasps, then back to screams as they revived him with water. His body was a canvas of red scratch marks, feet especially raw and sensitive.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, Mia called a brief pause. “One more round. Make him break completely.”
They went all out. Every spot at once—feet brushed and scratched, armpits scribbled, belly poked, thighs squeezed, nipples pinched, and Brooke alternating brutal edges with cock-tickling.
Elise back on left foot, whispering teases. “My big ass owns you now. You’ll never jerk without remembering this.”
Alex shattered. “I GIVE UP! MERCY! I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE! JUST LET ME CUM! OR STOP TICKLING!”
The girls slowed, giggling amongst themselves.
“Maybe,” Mia said. “But not yet. We’re just getting started.”
And the tickling resumed, wave after wave, Elise’s fingers never leaving his left sole, Brooke’s denial endless. Alex’s world was laughter, torment, and unfulfilled desire—trapped in tickle hell with the swim team goddesses he’d worshipped from afar.
The night was young, and they had all the time in the world.
