TickleTeaserAlex
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Hey guys, thank you for all the comments and likes on my first story! Since you seemed to like the sample I thought I’d start posting the rest. I’ll have to do it in parts as it’s too long for a single post.
Just to set the scene, this is the story from the very beginning so consider it a prequel to the first one 😅
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The four boys stood staring up at the huge stone doors. Each one heavily sweating after spending the better part of the last hour climbing up the side of this hill.
“I knew it had to be here!” Trent spoke up, breaking the silence. Trent was your typical 19 year old jock type, 6’2” of tanned muscle, his shirt now drenched in sweat.
Scott smiled at him and put his arm around his shoulder, “didn’t doubt you for a second, buddy”. Scott and Trent had been friends since they were kids.
Kyle and Nathan both rolled their eyes at each other jokingly “Well let’s crack this thing open and take a look already!” Kyle exclaimed.
All four boys put a shoulder to the heavy door and pushed. The giant door slowly began to open. As the huge stone door gave way, light spilled into the previously pitch black chamber, illuminating their discovery.
“Is that it?” Nathan asked, a tinge of disappointment in his voice as he looked into the almost empty room. “There’s nothing here!”. Nathan was right, the boys had come in search of a hidden temple with until riches inside but all they seemed to have discovered is an empty room with a small stone well in the centre.
Trent’s excitement was quickly replaced with anger and confusion “NO! This can’t be it! I did the research, I studied the maps, this HAS to be the place!!” He began walking around the room, running his hands frantically over the walls “there’s got to be a secret switch or something, something we’re not seeing! I refuse to accept that we’ve spent the past three days hiking through this fucking jungle for nothing!”
As Trent continued his ranting, Kyle began to wander around the stone well in the centre of the room. He peered over the edge and saw nothing but darkness. He walked slowly the perimeter until his foot hit something that nearly tripped him up.
“Shit, you guys, look at this!” Kyle exclaimed. There, in the ground by Kyle’s feet, were 2 large, fairly new looking ground stakes, each with a nylon rope attached. The ropes went over the wall of the well and hung down in the pitch darkness below.
“That’s got to be the way in!” Shouted Trent, feeling vindicated. He tugged on one of the ropes to test how firm the fixing was. “The guys I told you about must have gotten in this way too!” The guys Trent was referring to were 2 ‘explorers’ that frequently discussed their treasure seeking adventures on Reddit. They last posted about going to find a hidden temple in Mexico filled with gold and artefacts. That’s what gave Trent the idea to organise this trip, he was determined to find this place and take back anything the other guys had left. They hadn’t posted about their findings in the last few weeks but Trent just assumed they’d not had time.
“Fuck that, I ain’t climbing down there!” Scott peered into the darkness. Trent punched Scott in the arm “Don’t be such a pussy! This is what we came all the way here for! I didn’t sweat my ass off just to look at a hole in the ground”.
While the other boys argued about how to safely get to the bottom, Nathan was inspecting the well. It looked like it was hundreds of years old, hand carved with intricate etchings, most of which has been weathered away but the few he could make out looked like men standing in strange positions, some with their arms and legs spread apart, some kneeing with their hands in the air. He looked closer and smirked to himself, it sort of looked like each of the guys had a hard on.
“Trent! Be careful!” Kyle shouted. Trent gave a final tug on the rope before climbing into the well and beginning to slowly repel down into the pitch black. “Wait up!” Scott yelled as he jumped up and grabbed the second rope. “You’re really going to do that in sandals?” Kyle remarked. “Who the hell wears sandals on a hike anyway?!”. Scott shrugged, slid his sandals off and dropped them down the hole, one of them hitting Trent on the head on its way down, both landing with a slap! A few seconds later. “At least we know it’s not very far down now!” Scott chuckled.
“Hey, idiot, you want to hit me with your sweaty sandals? You’re not getting these back!” Trent yelled as he reached the bottom. Scott reached the bottom shortly after, jumping off a few inches from the bottom. His bare feet hit the floor quite softly. Scott expected the floor to feel cold and slimy but it was strangely warm. He curled his toes to get used to the sensation.
They pair looked around, Kyle and Nathan dropped down the ropes behind them. Before them was what looked like a long dark tunnel. Trent, ever prepared, pulled out his flashlight and shone it across the floor and walls. “This place is creepy as hell” he mumbled.
The walls and floor had etchings similar to the ones on the arch above, it wasn’t just Nathan that noticed them this time. “Watch your step guys” Scott warned, “there are bound to be traps everywhere. None of us want to get a poison dart in the neck or anything”.
The guys all nervously chuckled, knowing that Scott probably isn’t wrong about the traps. Old temples like this always had some sort of security system in the movies. The boys moved on, cautiously.
Trent, as usual, took the lead. Captain of the school football team, he was a natural leader. That, coupled with his broad shoulders, muscular physique and chiselled jawline gave him the unearned self confidence to think he can do pretty much whatever he put his mind to. He peered down all of the smaller corridors that seemed to branch off as he passed them, checking for any signs of life. Kyle followed behind him, with Nathan nervously clinging to his backpack.
Scott was further behind. He swore he saw something move out of the corner of his eye, down one of the dark side corridor. He had a quick peek but couldn’t see much so he shrugged it off and carried on. The next corridor he passed he saw something dart across the floor. “The fuck IS that” Scott thought to himself as he went to investigate.
Scott cautiously walked further into the smaller side tunnel. He swore he saw something slither across the wall. There it was, a sort of black slimy looking tail disappearing into the darkness. Scott was so fixated on following this thing he didn’t notice that the tunnel was getting more narrow the deeper he went. He saw the end of the tunnel up ahead. “Now I’ve got you.” Without even slowing down, this ‘thing’ just slithered straight through the wall and disappeared! He looked around but there was nothing to be found. He suddenly noticed how close the walls were. “when did it get so tight? Weird” he turned to walk back but the second his foot touched back to the ground he heard a ‘click’. “Fuck.”
Before he knew what was happening, a slab of stone dropped from the ceiling of the tunnel, sealing him in. He yelled out for help, but there was no response. He began to feel around the walls, there had to be some way out, but all he found were hollow slits carved into the walls, in a sort of spiral pattern. It was no use, he was panicking, then he saw it. Right above his head was a single stone protruding from the ceiling. “That it! That has to be the release.” Scott reached up with one arm and tried to push the stone in. Nothing. The thing was stuck tight. He tried again, this time with both arms stretched above his head. He pushed with all his might until… ‘click’.
Instantly 2 more stone panels slid shut around his wrists, locking them in place. “What the fuck!” Scott shouted and cursed, struggling to free himself, until he heard something rumbling. Suddenly, out of the sort of ‘track’ on the walls, a rounded metal hook appeared in-front of Scott’s face. “Holy shit, this thing is going to rip me apart”. The rumbling sound gave way to a ticking sound, and the hook began moving along the track. Scott watched on in fear as the metal hook circled his body. He moved out of the way as much as he could to avoid it but the hook didn’t cut him, no, however it did manage to tear his shirt to pieces.
After travelling in circles around his entire body, the hook competed its circuit and went back into the wall. Silence. Scott was panting. Suspended in an enclosed space, now wearing nothing but his loose fitting cargo shorts, trying to avoid being clawed to death by a swirling metal hook was hard work. Things weren’t looking good but at least he wasn’t hurt. “You call that a trap!” He yelled. The rumbling started again. Scott was about to regret his cockiness. This time, instead of the hook, a single, stiff pointed feather appeared in front of him. Scott’s face changed. The smug look was replaced with one of concern.
Scott has always been ticklish, ever since he was young. His most ticklish spot was his feet, but years of walking barefoot outside and surfing meant he managed to lessen his sensitivity. Unfortunately for Scott, he didn’t manage to do the same with his upper body.
“It’s just one feather, I can do this” he thought. The clicking began again and the feather began to move, being softly dragged across Scott’s sensitive skin. It gilded around the back of his neck, across his chest and into his armpit. Scott had an uncontrollable smirk on his face. He tried to avoid the feather like he did the hook but it was no use, everytime he moved the feather stayed in contact with his skin. It circled all the way down his body, around his ribs, over his twitching, flat stomach. Around his thighs down to his calves and ankles then back up again but Scott never broke. He breathed a sigh of relief when the feather reached its starting position again.
“I’m fine” he thought “the guys will realise I’m not there and they’ll come looking for me. I can handle this!”
The relief didn’t last long though. Not only did the feather not stop like the hook, as it passed the starting point, more feathers appeared and followed the same path. This time Scott couldn’t help it, the light stroking of feathers across his torso, his sensitive nipples and now sweaty underarms, he broke out into a steady stream of giggles and couldn’t stop. “Hmpfffh, thuurn this dhaham thing hmpffh offff!” But it was no use. With every revolution the feathers made, more and more were added to this conveyor belt of torture.
After 15 minutes of what was now over 100 feathers whirling around his sensitive skin Scott was in hysterics! Every inch of bare skin was under a constant ticklish assault. To make matters worse, the constant stimulation of his nipples, neck and midriff had Scott in a serious state of arousal. His rock hard cock constricted, pushing against the zipper of his shorts. He longed for the relentless tickling to end but he was also desperate for something to stimulate the one part of him that had so far been safe from the feather machine.
As this thought raced through his mind, it’s as if the machine could sense his desperation. The metal hook appeared amongst the feathers. Scott didn’t even realise it was there until it began pulling his shorts apart. With one strong pull, the seams ripped apart and his aching cock sprang free of its confinement. The relief was amazing… for about 2 seconds… until Scott realised that his uncut cock and balls are insainly ticklish.
Scott’s laughter instantly went up an octave. “Aaahhh, oooh shahahahait, haheha, TRENT! Heahaheh GUYS! Plhehehehse,!” He began to regret wanting to have his dick touched. It felt delicious but it tickled so much. The swirling feathers caressing his vulnerable balls and aching shaft, even managing to sweep teasingly across the exposed tip of his dick, sending electric shivers up his spine.
The feathers continued to swirl around his naked body, tickling and teasing every inch of him but never with enough pressure to give him the release that he craved. His engorged cock leaking precum at a steady rate into a pool on the stone floor. What Scott couldn’t see was the tendril he followed down here had appeared again around his feet and seemed to be absorbing precum dripping from the poor boys tortured dick. He thought he knew what it was to “need” to cum, he was wrong… but he was about to find out.
Just to set the scene, this is the story from the very beginning so consider it a prequel to the first one 😅
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The four boys stood staring up at the huge stone doors. Each one heavily sweating after spending the better part of the last hour climbing up the side of this hill.
“I knew it had to be here!” Trent spoke up, breaking the silence. Trent was your typical 19 year old jock type, 6’2” of tanned muscle, his shirt now drenched in sweat.
Scott smiled at him and put his arm around his shoulder, “didn’t doubt you for a second, buddy”. Scott and Trent had been friends since they were kids.
Kyle and Nathan both rolled their eyes at each other jokingly “Well let’s crack this thing open and take a look already!” Kyle exclaimed.
All four boys put a shoulder to the heavy door and pushed. The giant door slowly began to open. As the huge stone door gave way, light spilled into the previously pitch black chamber, illuminating their discovery.
“Is that it?” Nathan asked, a tinge of disappointment in his voice as he looked into the almost empty room. “There’s nothing here!”. Nathan was right, the boys had come in search of a hidden temple with until riches inside but all they seemed to have discovered is an empty room with a small stone well in the centre.
Trent’s excitement was quickly replaced with anger and confusion “NO! This can’t be it! I did the research, I studied the maps, this HAS to be the place!!” He began walking around the room, running his hands frantically over the walls “there’s got to be a secret switch or something, something we’re not seeing! I refuse to accept that we’ve spent the past three days hiking through this fucking jungle for nothing!”
As Trent continued his ranting, Kyle began to wander around the stone well in the centre of the room. He peered over the edge and saw nothing but darkness. He walked slowly the perimeter until his foot hit something that nearly tripped him up.
“Shit, you guys, look at this!” Kyle exclaimed. There, in the ground by Kyle’s feet, were 2 large, fairly new looking ground stakes, each with a nylon rope attached. The ropes went over the wall of the well and hung down in the pitch darkness below.
“That’s got to be the way in!” Shouted Trent, feeling vindicated. He tugged on one of the ropes to test how firm the fixing was. “The guys I told you about must have gotten in this way too!” The guys Trent was referring to were 2 ‘explorers’ that frequently discussed their treasure seeking adventures on Reddit. They last posted about going to find a hidden temple in Mexico filled with gold and artefacts. That’s what gave Trent the idea to organise this trip, he was determined to find this place and take back anything the other guys had left. They hadn’t posted about their findings in the last few weeks but Trent just assumed they’d not had time.
“Fuck that, I ain’t climbing down there!” Scott peered into the darkness. Trent punched Scott in the arm “Don’t be such a pussy! This is what we came all the way here for! I didn’t sweat my ass off just to look at a hole in the ground”.
While the other boys argued about how to safely get to the bottom, Nathan was inspecting the well. It looked like it was hundreds of years old, hand carved with intricate etchings, most of which has been weathered away but the few he could make out looked like men standing in strange positions, some with their arms and legs spread apart, some kneeing with their hands in the air. He looked closer and smirked to himself, it sort of looked like each of the guys had a hard on.
“Trent! Be careful!” Kyle shouted. Trent gave a final tug on the rope before climbing into the well and beginning to slowly repel down into the pitch black. “Wait up!” Scott yelled as he jumped up and grabbed the second rope. “You’re really going to do that in sandals?” Kyle remarked. “Who the hell wears sandals on a hike anyway?!”. Scott shrugged, slid his sandals off and dropped them down the hole, one of them hitting Trent on the head on its way down, both landing with a slap! A few seconds later. “At least we know it’s not very far down now!” Scott chuckled.
“Hey, idiot, you want to hit me with your sweaty sandals? You’re not getting these back!” Trent yelled as he reached the bottom. Scott reached the bottom shortly after, jumping off a few inches from the bottom. His bare feet hit the floor quite softly. Scott expected the floor to feel cold and slimy but it was strangely warm. He curled his toes to get used to the sensation.
They pair looked around, Kyle and Nathan dropped down the ropes behind them. Before them was what looked like a long dark tunnel. Trent, ever prepared, pulled out his flashlight and shone it across the floor and walls. “This place is creepy as hell” he mumbled.
The walls and floor had etchings similar to the ones on the arch above, it wasn’t just Nathan that noticed them this time. “Watch your step guys” Scott warned, “there are bound to be traps everywhere. None of us want to get a poison dart in the neck or anything”.
The guys all nervously chuckled, knowing that Scott probably isn’t wrong about the traps. Old temples like this always had some sort of security system in the movies. The boys moved on, cautiously.
Trent, as usual, took the lead. Captain of the school football team, he was a natural leader. That, coupled with his broad shoulders, muscular physique and chiselled jawline gave him the unearned self confidence to think he can do pretty much whatever he put his mind to. He peered down all of the smaller corridors that seemed to branch off as he passed them, checking for any signs of life. Kyle followed behind him, with Nathan nervously clinging to his backpack.
Scott was further behind. He swore he saw something move out of the corner of his eye, down one of the dark side corridor. He had a quick peek but couldn’t see much so he shrugged it off and carried on. The next corridor he passed he saw something dart across the floor. “The fuck IS that” Scott thought to himself as he went to investigate.
Scott cautiously walked further into the smaller side tunnel. He swore he saw something slither across the wall. There it was, a sort of black slimy looking tail disappearing into the darkness. Scott was so fixated on following this thing he didn’t notice that the tunnel was getting more narrow the deeper he went. He saw the end of the tunnel up ahead. “Now I’ve got you.” Without even slowing down, this ‘thing’ just slithered straight through the wall and disappeared! He looked around but there was nothing to be found. He suddenly noticed how close the walls were. “when did it get so tight? Weird” he turned to walk back but the second his foot touched back to the ground he heard a ‘click’. “Fuck.”
Before he knew what was happening, a slab of stone dropped from the ceiling of the tunnel, sealing him in. He yelled out for help, but there was no response. He began to feel around the walls, there had to be some way out, but all he found were hollow slits carved into the walls, in a sort of spiral pattern. It was no use, he was panicking, then he saw it. Right above his head was a single stone protruding from the ceiling. “That it! That has to be the release.” Scott reached up with one arm and tried to push the stone in. Nothing. The thing was stuck tight. He tried again, this time with both arms stretched above his head. He pushed with all his might until… ‘click’.
Instantly 2 more stone panels slid shut around his wrists, locking them in place. “What the fuck!” Scott shouted and cursed, struggling to free himself, until he heard something rumbling. Suddenly, out of the sort of ‘track’ on the walls, a rounded metal hook appeared in-front of Scott’s face. “Holy shit, this thing is going to rip me apart”. The rumbling sound gave way to a ticking sound, and the hook began moving along the track. Scott watched on in fear as the metal hook circled his body. He moved out of the way as much as he could to avoid it but the hook didn’t cut him, no, however it did manage to tear his shirt to pieces.
After travelling in circles around his entire body, the hook competed its circuit and went back into the wall. Silence. Scott was panting. Suspended in an enclosed space, now wearing nothing but his loose fitting cargo shorts, trying to avoid being clawed to death by a swirling metal hook was hard work. Things weren’t looking good but at least he wasn’t hurt. “You call that a trap!” He yelled. The rumbling started again. Scott was about to regret his cockiness. This time, instead of the hook, a single, stiff pointed feather appeared in front of him. Scott’s face changed. The smug look was replaced with one of concern.
Scott has always been ticklish, ever since he was young. His most ticklish spot was his feet, but years of walking barefoot outside and surfing meant he managed to lessen his sensitivity. Unfortunately for Scott, he didn’t manage to do the same with his upper body.
“It’s just one feather, I can do this” he thought. The clicking began again and the feather began to move, being softly dragged across Scott’s sensitive skin. It gilded around the back of his neck, across his chest and into his armpit. Scott had an uncontrollable smirk on his face. He tried to avoid the feather like he did the hook but it was no use, everytime he moved the feather stayed in contact with his skin. It circled all the way down his body, around his ribs, over his twitching, flat stomach. Around his thighs down to his calves and ankles then back up again but Scott never broke. He breathed a sigh of relief when the feather reached its starting position again.
“I’m fine” he thought “the guys will realise I’m not there and they’ll come looking for me. I can handle this!”
The relief didn’t last long though. Not only did the feather not stop like the hook, as it passed the starting point, more feathers appeared and followed the same path. This time Scott couldn’t help it, the light stroking of feathers across his torso, his sensitive nipples and now sweaty underarms, he broke out into a steady stream of giggles and couldn’t stop. “Hmpfffh, thuurn this dhaham thing hmpffh offff!” But it was no use. With every revolution the feathers made, more and more were added to this conveyor belt of torture.
After 15 minutes of what was now over 100 feathers whirling around his sensitive skin Scott was in hysterics! Every inch of bare skin was under a constant ticklish assault. To make matters worse, the constant stimulation of his nipples, neck and midriff had Scott in a serious state of arousal. His rock hard cock constricted, pushing against the zipper of his shorts. He longed for the relentless tickling to end but he was also desperate for something to stimulate the one part of him that had so far been safe from the feather machine.
As this thought raced through his mind, it’s as if the machine could sense his desperation. The metal hook appeared amongst the feathers. Scott didn’t even realise it was there until it began pulling his shorts apart. With one strong pull, the seams ripped apart and his aching cock sprang free of its confinement. The relief was amazing… for about 2 seconds… until Scott realised that his uncut cock and balls are insainly ticklish.
Scott’s laughter instantly went up an octave. “Aaahhh, oooh shahahahait, haheha, TRENT! Heahaheh GUYS! Plhehehehse,!” He began to regret wanting to have his dick touched. It felt delicious but it tickled so much. The swirling feathers caressing his vulnerable balls and aching shaft, even managing to sweep teasingly across the exposed tip of his dick, sending electric shivers up his spine.
The feathers continued to swirl around his naked body, tickling and teasing every inch of him but never with enough pressure to give him the release that he craved. His engorged cock leaking precum at a steady rate into a pool on the stone floor. What Scott couldn’t see was the tendril he followed down here had appeared again around his feet and seemed to be absorbing precum dripping from the poor boys tortured dick. He thought he knew what it was to “need” to cum, he was wrong… but he was about to find out.
