TickleTeaserAlex
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Hey guys,
I’ve been playing around with a story idea I’ve had for a while but it’s turning into a bit of a novel! I’ve never really been the ‘literary’ type so I thought if I posted an excerpt here I could hear what you guys think and hopefully get some feedback/ tips!
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As Kyle ran alone down the tunnel, trying to follow what he believed to be the sounds of his friend Scott in trouble, he saw the tendrils of that black ooze slithering across the walls. He shuddered at the thought of what terrible things were being done to Scott by this sadistic temple. He knew he had to be careful, to ensure he didn’t suffer the same fate as those Scott or those men depicted on the mural in the central hall. He was far too ticklish to be able to handle that sort of torture.
“Scott!” Kyle yelled “I’m coming buddy!” The faint sound of laugher and moaning echoed through the tunnel as he ran.
As he got about half way through the tunnel he was met with a raised platform blocking his path. It was just heigh enough that he couldn’t just step onto it, he would have to throw his knee over it and pull himself up. He looked around before moving on to make sure there were no trigger switches or trip wires that would set off some horrible trap as he climbed. Satisfied there was nothing there, he swung his knee up onto the platform and used, what he thought was a vine suspended from the ceiling, to pull himself up. Just as he got his other knee onto the platform, the whole platform felt like it sunk slightly. “Shit! No, no!” The whole platform was the trigger for this trap.
In the blink of an eye, metal shackles shot around his calves and held him in a kneeling position. He tried to reach down to tug at the shackles but, to his horror, the “vine” that he has grabbed was actually a tendril of the mysterious black goo. It quickly fastened itself around both of his wrists and pull his arms taught above his head. Kyle began to panic. He was trapped, on his knees, his feet hanging off the edge of the plinth with his arms pulled tight above his head. “Fuck! Trent! Nathan! Guys, please help me!”
As Kyle shouted for help, another black tendril descended from the ceiling behind him, slowly creeping toward the back of his neck. It slipped through the back of his collar and traveled straight down his back until it came out the bottom of his shirt. “Get off! Get out of there!” Kyle could feel the slimy tendril resting again this bare back. He shook from side to side to try to dislodge it with no avail.
Suddenly the tendril began to feel like it was growing. It was pushing harder against Kyle’s back, making his shirt feel tighter and tighter. Kyle was struggling to breathe, the shirt collar was being pulled tighter against his windpipe, cutting off his air. After a few seconds his vision started to blur, this thing was going to choke him to death!
With a ‘RIIIIIIIIP’, Kyle’s shirt burst open. The tension was too much for the material to handle and it shredded. Kyle immediately took in big gulps of air and tried to calm himself, thankful that his shirt have burst when it did. The relief didn’t last long, however, as he realised he was now shirtless with his arms bound above his head, His toned, muscular body glistening with sweat in the dimly lit tunnel, trapped in a temple filled with tickle torture traps and sentient alien goo! Just as the thought sunk in, he heard a low rumbling noise. Next thing he knew, a tall stone post had raised from the plinth on either side of him. The posts were about 4ft tall, finishing just above his head, and sat perfectly parallel with his strung-up torso. The most concerning thing for Kyle is that these stone posts were covered with long, white feathers. These feathers all came to a fine point and now rested against his warm, glistening, tightly stretched torso. From his hips, up his sides and ribs, all up to his exposed, hairless pits.
Kyles yelling became much more frantic now. “Guys! Help! Please!” With a single click, the pillars began to slowly spin. Kyle was twitching, either side of his body was being slowly, mercilessly caressed by hundreds of feathers and he had no way out. A smile began to creep across his face. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cracking up, but it was getting harder. The pillars began to pick up the pace, increasing in speed every few revolutions. “Hmpff… I chahan’t…. Hmpffhah…nhohohohohehehe” Kyle held out for as long as he could but with his pits, ribs, sides and waist all being attacked at once, it was too much. He broke. “AAAhahahahah… nahaha, plhehehehehase!” The pillars kept up their spinning, assaulting both sides of poor Kyle’s torso, never tiring, never slowing down. All he could do was giggle.
Kyle was giggling franticly. He was dripping sweat, his blond fringe plastered to his face, his face aching from constant laughter. Things couldn’t possible get worse, he thought… on the ground, behind Kyle’s back, a pool of black goo had formed. Two tendrils rose up from the pool, slithering up the side of the plinth toward Kyle’s feet. He was jostling himself around too much to notice that the tendrils below him had wrapped themselves around the tops of his socks and had started to unlace his boots. Working together, in one smooth sweeping motion, the tendrils pulled both of Kyle’s sweaty boots clean from his feet and dropped them to the floor. Kyle’s head snapped round as soon as he felt his boots fall. “Nohohohahah, fhuhuhuck ooohahfffff! Nhohahahat my fhehehehehet!… hehahaha, lheheave mhahahay fhehet aloooone Hahahaha!” His pleas ignored, the tendrils stayed wrapped around the top of his socks while 2 new tendrils appeared from the goo infront of his newly exposed feet.
Drenched with sweat, his damp black socks clung tightly to his feet, a perfect outline of every toe clearly visible. The two new tendrils stood motionless for a moment, as if to take in the image of the boys long, shapley size 14 feet. Unable to see what’s happening behind him, the anticipation was unbearable. Without a shadow of a doubt Kyle’s feet were the most ticklish part of his body. He thought back to when he was a child and his older brother used to pin him down and tickle his feet until he cried. As a result, he hated being barefoot, to the point where he even slept in socks. Ironically this kept his soles soft, creamy and pink, without a hint of hard skin.
The left tendril made the first move, it began to slowly stroking from his heel to the base of his toes, down and up, down and up. A jolt of ticklish electricity shot through Kyle’s body with every stroke, trying with all his might to pull his socked foot away with no avail. The other tendril joined in a few seconds later on his right foot. Kyle went from giggling to full on laughter as the 2 tendrils worked over his socked soles. “Ahahahaha hehahahah… sthahahahaha” Though slightly dulled by his socks the sensation was maddening. Unable to even form words all he could do was laugh.
After a minute or so the tendrils at his feet withdrew, ending their methodical stroking of his socked soles, leaving Kyle trying to catch his breath between a steady stream of giggles. The pillars assaulting his sides, pits and ribs still spinning. The tendrils still wrapped around his ankles started to move again, sliding their way into the top of his socks and pulling them down over his soft pink heels. With one swift tug, Kyle’s damp socks hit the floor, exposing his soft pink soles. His beautiful long toes wiggle as the cool air hit them.
“Thihihis chahahan’t be happenhihihing! Plehehehehase don’t! Sthahahap!” The two tendrils began moving towards Kyle’s now makes soles. Unbeknown to Kyle. efore making contact with his bare soles, both tendrils began to divide themselves and split into 5 thinner points. Without hesitation, they struck. 10 fine pointed tendrils began spider tickling up and down the soft, vulnerable soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD OH HOHAHAHAHAHAH! NO HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY HEHEHEH FHEHEHEHEHEHET! HEEEEEELP HAHAHA”.
The tendrils just went on tickling. Up and down his soles, the tops of his feet, in between the boys toes. Not an inch of flesh on Kyle’s feet was left unattended. The second set of tendrils, previously wrapped around the boys ankles, unwrapped themselves and split themselves into five like the others and wrapped themselves around Kyle’s toes, pulling them taught. The allowed the ticking tendrils access to the sweet, sensitive area under Kyle’s toes.
“AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA IT’S TOO MUHUHUHAAHAHCH”
Kyle was in tickle hell. So much so he doesn’t notice four more tendrils of ooze slithering toward him. 2 tendrils slithered down from the ceiling and coiled there way down his arms. Two more snaked up the sides of the podium and wrapped themselves just below the bottom of his shorts.
The tendrils frantically scribbling around his sensitive soles began to slow to a gentle stroke. Back and forth, up and down, gently swirling around his arches. The tendrils wrapped around his arms slithered across Kyle’s chest and began slowly curling around his nipples, tickling and tweaking them, flicking back and forth over over the tips of them. Everything that was happening to him still tickled like crazy, but in a different way somehow. At the base of his shorts, the two new tendrils began creeping up, crossing the barrier of his shorts, and began gently tickling and caressing his inner thighs. Kyle’s giggling started to be punctuated with soft moans. His previously flaccid dick began to twitch and swell. The combination of the continuous feather tickling of his upper body and the slow sensual ticking of his thighs, nipples and feet was really turning him on. Soon enough, his cock was straining against his shorts, a small wet patch beginning to form.
Just like with his shirt, the tendrils in his shorts began to grow, ripping his shorts at the seams until they simply fell away. Kyle’s now rock hard, 8” cut dick sprang free, his engorged cock head slick with precum, swaying in the air as he tries to avoid the never ending feather tickling. The tendrils caressing his thighs started to move higher. They began to thicken into warm, wet tongues and started licking back and forth over the boys tight, full balls.
“‘Mhmmm hehehaha fuck hahaha. Whahahay is this hahahahapening to meheheheh mhmmm”
Kyle tried to fight the incredibly erotic sensations the ooze was making him feel but it was no use. Any fight the boy had had been tickled out of him. All he could do was submit to the ticklish pleasure. The only thing on Kyle’s mind now, apart from the relentless tickling, has his dick. He wanted more than anything to be able to just reach down and pump throbbing member. A couple of firm strokes is all it would take but the tendrils held him firm. As if telepathically summoned, yet another tendril slithered between the boys restrained knees and up to his aching cock. It wrapped itself tightly around his balls and the base of his aching prick, a sort of alien cock ring. Kyle gasped as it began to slither up the underneath of his shaft towards his glistening purple head. This would have concerned him earlier but now all he wanted was release, even if it was from some sentient ooze! Unfortunately for Kyle, the ooze had other plans.
As with his feet, the strange tendril began to divide into smaller, thinner tendrils right before his eyes. These small, fine tendrils began tickling and stroking his frenulum and around his glans. Slick with precum, they glided effortlessly around his purple head teasingly. Kyle shook violently as if he’d had 400volts shot through his nervous system. It was delicious agony! The teasing tendrils we’re bringing him closer and closer to the brink but there just wasn’t enough pressure to make him shoot his load. “FUUUUUUUUUCK! hehehe PLHEHEHASE! Let mehehe CUM!”
I’ve been playing around with a story idea I’ve had for a while but it’s turning into a bit of a novel! I’ve never really been the ‘literary’ type so I thought if I posted an excerpt here I could hear what you guys think and hopefully get some feedback/ tips!
- - - - - - - - -
As Kyle ran alone down the tunnel, trying to follow what he believed to be the sounds of his friend Scott in trouble, he saw the tendrils of that black ooze slithering across the walls. He shuddered at the thought of what terrible things were being done to Scott by this sadistic temple. He knew he had to be careful, to ensure he didn’t suffer the same fate as those Scott or those men depicted on the mural in the central hall. He was far too ticklish to be able to handle that sort of torture.
“Scott!” Kyle yelled “I’m coming buddy!” The faint sound of laugher and moaning echoed through the tunnel as he ran.
As he got about half way through the tunnel he was met with a raised platform blocking his path. It was just heigh enough that he couldn’t just step onto it, he would have to throw his knee over it and pull himself up. He looked around before moving on to make sure there were no trigger switches or trip wires that would set off some horrible trap as he climbed. Satisfied there was nothing there, he swung his knee up onto the platform and used, what he thought was a vine suspended from the ceiling, to pull himself up. Just as he got his other knee onto the platform, the whole platform felt like it sunk slightly. “Shit! No, no!” The whole platform was the trigger for this trap.
In the blink of an eye, metal shackles shot around his calves and held him in a kneeling position. He tried to reach down to tug at the shackles but, to his horror, the “vine” that he has grabbed was actually a tendril of the mysterious black goo. It quickly fastened itself around both of his wrists and pull his arms taught above his head. Kyle began to panic. He was trapped, on his knees, his feet hanging off the edge of the plinth with his arms pulled tight above his head. “Fuck! Trent! Nathan! Guys, please help me!”
As Kyle shouted for help, another black tendril descended from the ceiling behind him, slowly creeping toward the back of his neck. It slipped through the back of his collar and traveled straight down his back until it came out the bottom of his shirt. “Get off! Get out of there!” Kyle could feel the slimy tendril resting again this bare back. He shook from side to side to try to dislodge it with no avail.
Suddenly the tendril began to feel like it was growing. It was pushing harder against Kyle’s back, making his shirt feel tighter and tighter. Kyle was struggling to breathe, the shirt collar was being pulled tighter against his windpipe, cutting off his air. After a few seconds his vision started to blur, this thing was going to choke him to death!
With a ‘RIIIIIIIIP’, Kyle’s shirt burst open. The tension was too much for the material to handle and it shredded. Kyle immediately took in big gulps of air and tried to calm himself, thankful that his shirt have burst when it did. The relief didn’t last long, however, as he realised he was now shirtless with his arms bound above his head, His toned, muscular body glistening with sweat in the dimly lit tunnel, trapped in a temple filled with tickle torture traps and sentient alien goo! Just as the thought sunk in, he heard a low rumbling noise. Next thing he knew, a tall stone post had raised from the plinth on either side of him. The posts were about 4ft tall, finishing just above his head, and sat perfectly parallel with his strung-up torso. The most concerning thing for Kyle is that these stone posts were covered with long, white feathers. These feathers all came to a fine point and now rested against his warm, glistening, tightly stretched torso. From his hips, up his sides and ribs, all up to his exposed, hairless pits.
Kyles yelling became much more frantic now. “Guys! Help! Please!” With a single click, the pillars began to slowly spin. Kyle was twitching, either side of his body was being slowly, mercilessly caressed by hundreds of feathers and he had no way out. A smile began to creep across his face. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cracking up, but it was getting harder. The pillars began to pick up the pace, increasing in speed every few revolutions. “Hmpff… I chahan’t…. Hmpffhah…nhohohohohehehe” Kyle held out for as long as he could but with his pits, ribs, sides and waist all being attacked at once, it was too much. He broke. “AAAhahahahah… nahaha, plhehehehehase!” The pillars kept up their spinning, assaulting both sides of poor Kyle’s torso, never tiring, never slowing down. All he could do was giggle.
Kyle was giggling franticly. He was dripping sweat, his blond fringe plastered to his face, his face aching from constant laughter. Things couldn’t possible get worse, he thought… on the ground, behind Kyle’s back, a pool of black goo had formed. Two tendrils rose up from the pool, slithering up the side of the plinth toward Kyle’s feet. He was jostling himself around too much to notice that the tendrils below him had wrapped themselves around the tops of his socks and had started to unlace his boots. Working together, in one smooth sweeping motion, the tendrils pulled both of Kyle’s sweaty boots clean from his feet and dropped them to the floor. Kyle’s head snapped round as soon as he felt his boots fall. “Nohohohahah, fhuhuhuck ooohahfffff! Nhohahahat my fhehehehehet!… hehahaha, lheheave mhahahay fhehet aloooone Hahahaha!” His pleas ignored, the tendrils stayed wrapped around the top of his socks while 2 new tendrils appeared from the goo infront of his newly exposed feet.
Drenched with sweat, his damp black socks clung tightly to his feet, a perfect outline of every toe clearly visible. The two new tendrils stood motionless for a moment, as if to take in the image of the boys long, shapley size 14 feet. Unable to see what’s happening behind him, the anticipation was unbearable. Without a shadow of a doubt Kyle’s feet were the most ticklish part of his body. He thought back to when he was a child and his older brother used to pin him down and tickle his feet until he cried. As a result, he hated being barefoot, to the point where he even slept in socks. Ironically this kept his soles soft, creamy and pink, without a hint of hard skin.
The left tendril made the first move, it began to slowly stroking from his heel to the base of his toes, down and up, down and up. A jolt of ticklish electricity shot through Kyle’s body with every stroke, trying with all his might to pull his socked foot away with no avail. The other tendril joined in a few seconds later on his right foot. Kyle went from giggling to full on laughter as the 2 tendrils worked over his socked soles. “Ahahahaha hehahahah… sthahahahaha” Though slightly dulled by his socks the sensation was maddening. Unable to even form words all he could do was laugh.
After a minute or so the tendrils at his feet withdrew, ending their methodical stroking of his socked soles, leaving Kyle trying to catch his breath between a steady stream of giggles. The pillars assaulting his sides, pits and ribs still spinning. The tendrils still wrapped around his ankles started to move again, sliding their way into the top of his socks and pulling them down over his soft pink heels. With one swift tug, Kyle’s damp socks hit the floor, exposing his soft pink soles. His beautiful long toes wiggle as the cool air hit them.
“Thihihis chahahan’t be happenhihihing! Plehehehehase don’t! Sthahahap!” The two tendrils began moving towards Kyle’s now makes soles. Unbeknown to Kyle. efore making contact with his bare soles, both tendrils began to divide themselves and split into 5 thinner points. Without hesitation, they struck. 10 fine pointed tendrils began spider tickling up and down the soft, vulnerable soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD OH HOHAHAHAHAHAH! NO HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY HEHEHEH FHEHEHEHEHEHET! HEEEEEELP HAHAHA”.
The tendrils just went on tickling. Up and down his soles, the tops of his feet, in between the boys toes. Not an inch of flesh on Kyle’s feet was left unattended. The second set of tendrils, previously wrapped around the boys ankles, unwrapped themselves and split themselves into five like the others and wrapped themselves around Kyle’s toes, pulling them taught. The allowed the ticking tendrils access to the sweet, sensitive area under Kyle’s toes.
“AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA IT’S TOO MUHUHUHAAHAHCH”
Kyle was in tickle hell. So much so he doesn’t notice four more tendrils of ooze slithering toward him. 2 tendrils slithered down from the ceiling and coiled there way down his arms. Two more snaked up the sides of the podium and wrapped themselves just below the bottom of his shorts.
The tendrils frantically scribbling around his sensitive soles began to slow to a gentle stroke. Back and forth, up and down, gently swirling around his arches. The tendrils wrapped around his arms slithered across Kyle’s chest and began slowly curling around his nipples, tickling and tweaking them, flicking back and forth over over the tips of them. Everything that was happening to him still tickled like crazy, but in a different way somehow. At the base of his shorts, the two new tendrils began creeping up, crossing the barrier of his shorts, and began gently tickling and caressing his inner thighs. Kyle’s giggling started to be punctuated with soft moans. His previously flaccid dick began to twitch and swell. The combination of the continuous feather tickling of his upper body and the slow sensual ticking of his thighs, nipples and feet was really turning him on. Soon enough, his cock was straining against his shorts, a small wet patch beginning to form.
Just like with his shirt, the tendrils in his shorts began to grow, ripping his shorts at the seams until they simply fell away. Kyle’s now rock hard, 8” cut dick sprang free, his engorged cock head slick with precum, swaying in the air as he tries to avoid the never ending feather tickling. The tendrils caressing his thighs started to move higher. They began to thicken into warm, wet tongues and started licking back and forth over the boys tight, full balls.
“‘Mhmmm hehehaha fuck hahaha. Whahahay is this hahahahapening to meheheheh mhmmm”
Kyle tried to fight the incredibly erotic sensations the ooze was making him feel but it was no use. Any fight the boy had had been tickled out of him. All he could do was submit to the ticklish pleasure. The only thing on Kyle’s mind now, apart from the relentless tickling, has his dick. He wanted more than anything to be able to just reach down and pump throbbing member. A couple of firm strokes is all it would take but the tendrils held him firm. As if telepathically summoned, yet another tendril slithered between the boys restrained knees and up to his aching cock. It wrapped itself tightly around his balls and the base of his aching prick, a sort of alien cock ring. Kyle gasped as it began to slither up the underneath of his shaft towards his glistening purple head. This would have concerned him earlier but now all he wanted was release, even if it was from some sentient ooze! Unfortunately for Kyle, the ooze had other plans.
As with his feet, the strange tendril began to divide into smaller, thinner tendrils right before his eyes. These small, fine tendrils began tickling and stroking his frenulum and around his glans. Slick with precum, they glided effortlessly around his purple head teasingly. Kyle shook violently as if he’d had 400volts shot through his nervous system. It was delicious agony! The teasing tendrils we’re bringing him closer and closer to the brink but there just wasn’t enough pressure to make him shoot his load. “FUUUUUUUUUCK! hehehe PLHEHEHASE! Let mehehe CUM!”
