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This was a commissioned story, I'm posting it here with the gracious permission of my client.
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In which a bully wakes up after a night of debauchery only to be tickled and fucked by the party hosts.
Tickling * Humiliation * Anal * Dub-con * Bondage
Ryan's skull throbbed as he faded back into consciousness. His tongue felt thick, and he had trouble swallowing. He also had trouble moving.
His eyes snapped open as he realized his arms had been yanked over his head and tied to bed posts. His ankles were the same, with his legs spread wide. He could also feel that he was completely naked.
If only he could see where he was - someone had tied a blindfold over his eyes. Frantically, he tried to remember the previous evening.
The details came to him in hazy fragments - shoving Tyler into the pool fully clothed, “borrowing” Sarah’s vape and exhaling into the birthday cake, telling the DJ his playlist sucked so loud the neighbors called the cops.
He heard a toilet flush, then footsteps. His stomach churned as he heard muffled giggles - was the party not over yet?
"What's going on?" he demanded, his voice raspy from all the yelling the night before.
He felt a finger drag lazily over the sole of his left foot. Feather-light and maddening. He curled his toes instinctively, the muscles in his leg locking. A high, airy laugh escaped him before he could bite it down.
"That's it?" a female voice chuckled. "That's all it takes to bring down Big Bad Ryan?"
Another drag of the finger came, on the soles of both his feet at once this time.
"Fuck!" Ryan snarled, arching his back off the bed. He tried to kick out, but the ropes held him firm as the bedframe creaked in protest. "Fucking untie me or I'll break your fucking arms!"
Laughter erupted from all around him, and his blood ran cold. In that moment he realized he was about to be the victim of something brutal.
The tickling stopped just long enough for hope to flare up in the back of his mind, before it began again - thumbs circling his insteps, while another hand clamped down on where his thigh met his knee.
Ryan gritted his teeth, trying to bite back the humiliating giggles crawling up his throat.
"Fucking - stop!" he growled, but his voice quavered with laughter, betraying him.
A choked hiccup of laughter burst out of him as light, spidery touches traveled up his feet from heel to toes. He yanked at the rope and clenched his abs, while his legs trembled from the sensations.
"Still think you're in charge?" a second female voice whispered in his ear as fingertips fluttered over the vulnerable planes of his stomach, and poked his sensitive ribcage.
"Nngh - f-FUCK OFF!" he shouted in a cracked and strangled cry. His hips jerked to get away from the fingers exploring his torso, but it was useless. Feather-light scribbles ghosted along his lower abs, dipping into the crease of his hips, and a mortifying, gasp of laughter burst out of him.
"Haha-HA! Goddammit!!!"
To make matters worse, his own body was slowly turning against him. In spite of the fury burning in his chest, the teasing touches that were skimming his inner thighs were coaxing an erection out of him. He exhaled sharply in what was almost a whimper, his breath coming in unsteady bursts as the fingers drew closer.
"D-Don't you fucking dare..." he warned, thrashing on the bed.
Then, at last, the first touch dragged slowly and gently up the length of his arousal.
"STOP! STOP IT, YOU SICK FUCKING-!!!" Ryan howled in undignified fury.
"Awww, looks like the bully is begging now," the voice whispered in his ear.
Then, horror of horrors, he felt fingers tickling his balls.
The laughter exploded out of him like a burst pipe - hysterical, uncontrollable, and desperate. His thighs jerked, and his hips bucked wildly against the restraints as the irritating fingers skittered and danced over the sensitive flesh between his legs. His cock bounced pathetically against his stomach, fully hard now and undeniable.
"GAH - N-NO! NO NO FUCK~!" his voice cracked into a humiliated shriek as a fingertip traced the very base of his sac, infuriatingly light. Nerves throughout his body lit up in response, and the laughter poured out of him in ragged bursts.
"PLEEEEASE! HAHA! STOP! STOP!!"
"Ohhhh, Ryan... you like this?" the woman whispered.
"Nngh - f-fuck you..." he snarled, his own voice ragged as his breath came in shaky rasps.
"We should invite everyone to see this," a man's voice said from the foot of the bed. Ryan's blood turned to ice. How many of them were there?
He didn't have much time to ponder the thought, as his mind was freshly distracted by a single finger tracing the ring of skin around his asshole.
"HRK - WHAT THE FUCK!?" he choked out in a mortified squeak. His thighs trembled violently, and if they weren't tied apart, he would have crushed them together, anything to stop the sensation.
"Awwww, the asshole has a ticklish asshole!" a girl's voice teased.
Two fingers spider-walked in little circles around his ballsack, and his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. They finished with a thumb swiping upwards along the seam of his balls.
"MMPH!" His head thrashed back, eyes screwed shut, breath coming in panicked gulps. His cock bobbed, glistening with shameful drops of pre-cum, as another wheezy laugh burst out of him.
"Wait, wait... oh shit, is he hard?" another man's voice asked in disbelief.
A warm hand cupped his balls - not tickling, but just holding them. Possessively. Mockingly.
"Ryan... does this turn you on?"
Right when he thought the worst was over, the assault upon his asshole intensified. A finger returned, tracing the outer rim with a feathery, unbearable precision. It circled once, then twice, letting him feel EVERY nerve light up before finally skating directly across the center. His response was immediate and violent - his hips jackknifed up so hard the bed frame slammed against the wall, his cock jumping pathetically as he let out a noise that was half scream, half sob.
"HHHHNNGK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST STO-AHAHAHAHA NO THAT'S ILLEGAL THAT'S FUCKING ILLEGAL YOU CAN'T~!!!!"
His threats broke down into a hyperventilating laughter as the finger switched to doing rapid-fire taps against the rim like it was playing a cruel little piano on his asshole. His balls pulled up tight against his body, both from ticklish terror and involuntary arousal.
Screams came not just from Ryan, but from one of the inexperienced girls watching at the back of the room, as he felt a hot, wet tongue lick across his vulnerable hole. His vision whited out for a second, and the scream that erupted out of him nearly shattered the window.
"NNNYYYAAAAGH WHAT THE SHIT WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT!!!?"
Then, he felt a warmth engulf the head of his cock. He would have enjoyed it... but for the stubble scratching against his belly. He instead came to a sudden realization that caused his entire body to seize as if he'd been electrocuted.
That's not a girl's mouth.
His brain split into warring factions - one half screaming in furious disgust, the other melting into the first genuinely good sensation he's felt in this nightmare. The contrast was unbearable, and he had no idea what to do.
"Ghhh-ah! The FUCK?! Wh-which gutless fucking - hah! - cocksucker is this?!" he demanded, trying to sound threatening.
A finger returned to tickling his asshole as the mouth continued to bob over his erection, and the dual assault sent him to another dimension. His humiliation boner reached nuclear hardness, throbbing into Mister Mystery-Mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!" Ryan's neck corded from the strain as his body betrayed him further. He could feel his orgasm building against his will, his balls drawing up tight while his tortured rim pucker-fluttered around nothing but a tickling finger. "Stop or I'll - nngh - KILL all you sick fucks! I swear to - aah! - GOD!"
The mouth pulled off his cock with a pop.
"Aw, is the straight boy scared he might like it?" Tyler's voice hummed against his dripping cockhead. The realization that it's him - the scrawny debate kid Ryan shoved into lockers daily - and shoved into the pool last night - makes his stomach drop.
A single lubed-up finger pressed into his oversensitized anus, and Tyler's tongue flicked against the head of his cock simultaneously.
Time fractured. And then - inevitably, overwhelmingly, he came.
"A-AAAAH FUUUUCK! OHH~! UNNNGH!" His back arched violently as the most shameful orgasm of his life was coaxed out of him, ropes of cum streaking across his heaving chest while his asshole spasmed around the teasing finger.
The room erupted into howls of laughter, and Ryan could have sworn he heard the clicking of cameras. His body went limp, and he tried to think of how he could move to another continent to escape the shame as his body twitched and shuddered.
They gave him a few moments, and then fingers descended onto his hypersensitive upper torso once again, skittering over his nipples, wriggling into his armpits.
"NAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE, I'LL DO-HO ANYTHING! STOHOHOHOP!" Ryan screeched, his face red as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
"Aww, look at that!" one girl cooed, her lips curled in vicious delight. "Big tough Ryan's crying from a little tickling!"
Both girls leaned forward and blew raspberries into his exposed pits.
BBBBBRRTTT!
Ryan screamed before descending into manic, hiccuping laughter, his body wriggling like a fish. His muscles burned from the strain, his stomach ached from the force of his hysterics. His cock, however, began to stir again from the overstimulation - a fact that unfortunately didn't go unnoticed.
"I think someone likes this a little too much," Tyler teased, dragging a finger slowly down Ryan's ribs, towards his already half-hard length.
Ryan whimpered in response.
"N-No…! No more… please…" he pleaded, his breath coming in panicked gasps. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't.
But they weren't done.
"Tell you what," one girl whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed his ear. "Beg us to stop."
There was a moment of silence, and Ryan's chest heaved. Then, in the smallest, most broken voice, he gave in.
"P-please stop?"
The girl grinned, and whispered, "...no!"
They began kneading his ribcage with their knuckles, and Ryan's world collapsed back into raw, hysterical laughter. His face was drenched in tears, sweat, and spit from the sheer overstimulation.
Then, he felt it. A hot, thick pressure against his asshole. Ryan's laughter choked off into a strangled gasp, and his muscles locked up in terror.
It was a cock. A hard cock, pressing right against the hole where a finger had been not long ago.
"Nnh - wait - NO! FUCK, DON'T!" his voice was raw and panicked, his world tunneling in on the pressure at his butthole. Fingers dug into his pits, causing him to jerk.
"You gonna cum again, Ryan?" Tyler asked, mockingly. His cock jumped at the words.
"Who knew he was such a slut?" one of the girls teased.
"F-fuck you!" he snarled, but then the cock pushed again, just barely breaching the hole. It slowly slid in, slick with lube and sinking deeper, and Ryan's head flew back as the cock sawed into him.
"Aww, does the little bully like being called a slut?" the girl teased again as Tyler began kissing his nipple.
It was brutal, strange, and wonderful, and another orgasm crashed over him in humiliating spurts. Ryan's screams turned into shrill, incoherent sobs as he came with his member completely untouched - aside from the cock that skewered him, pummeling him towards oblivion.
Tyler bottomed out inside of him, his hips flush against Ryan's trembling ass, and he leaned forward.
"Say thank you," Tyler demanded, gripping his hips.
Ryan's body locked up in outrage.
"F-FU-"
"Say it, or we're bringing the whole football team in here."
Fingers began tickling the soles of his feet again, and he whimpered and thrashed in despair.
"TH-THANK YOU - ! HAHAHA ~ FUCK! FUCK YOU!”
Tyler groaned in satisfaction as he came deep inside Ryan's ass. Once he was done he withdrew, gave the bully's dick a flick with his finger, then left the room.
Ryan was shattered. His hole stretched, his pride destroyed, he realized with a numb horror - they'd broken him. They'd won. And worst of all, he would dream fondly of this day for years to come.
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In which a bully wakes up after a night of debauchery only to be tickled and fucked by the party hosts.
Tickling * Humiliation * Anal * Dub-con * Bondage
Ryan's skull throbbed as he faded back into consciousness. His tongue felt thick, and he had trouble swallowing. He also had trouble moving.
His eyes snapped open as he realized his arms had been yanked over his head and tied to bed posts. His ankles were the same, with his legs spread wide. He could also feel that he was completely naked.
If only he could see where he was - someone had tied a blindfold over his eyes. Frantically, he tried to remember the previous evening.
The details came to him in hazy fragments - shoving Tyler into the pool fully clothed, “borrowing” Sarah’s vape and exhaling into the birthday cake, telling the DJ his playlist sucked so loud the neighbors called the cops.
He heard a toilet flush, then footsteps. His stomach churned as he heard muffled giggles - was the party not over yet?
"What's going on?" he demanded, his voice raspy from all the yelling the night before.
He felt a finger drag lazily over the sole of his left foot. Feather-light and maddening. He curled his toes instinctively, the muscles in his leg locking. A high, airy laugh escaped him before he could bite it down.
"That's it?" a female voice chuckled. "That's all it takes to bring down Big Bad Ryan?"
Another drag of the finger came, on the soles of both his feet at once this time.
"Fuck!" Ryan snarled, arching his back off the bed. He tried to kick out, but the ropes held him firm as the bedframe creaked in protest. "Fucking untie me or I'll break your fucking arms!"
Laughter erupted from all around him, and his blood ran cold. In that moment he realized he was about to be the victim of something brutal.
The tickling stopped just long enough for hope to flare up in the back of his mind, before it began again - thumbs circling his insteps, while another hand clamped down on where his thigh met his knee.
Ryan gritted his teeth, trying to bite back the humiliating giggles crawling up his throat.
"Fucking - stop!" he growled, but his voice quavered with laughter, betraying him.
A choked hiccup of laughter burst out of him as light, spidery touches traveled up his feet from heel to toes. He yanked at the rope and clenched his abs, while his legs trembled from the sensations.
"Still think you're in charge?" a second female voice whispered in his ear as fingertips fluttered over the vulnerable planes of his stomach, and poked his sensitive ribcage.
"Nngh - f-FUCK OFF!" he shouted in a cracked and strangled cry. His hips jerked to get away from the fingers exploring his torso, but it was useless. Feather-light scribbles ghosted along his lower abs, dipping into the crease of his hips, and a mortifying, gasp of laughter burst out of him.
"Haha-HA! Goddammit!!!"
To make matters worse, his own body was slowly turning against him. In spite of the fury burning in his chest, the teasing touches that were skimming his inner thighs were coaxing an erection out of him. He exhaled sharply in what was almost a whimper, his breath coming in unsteady bursts as the fingers drew closer.
"D-Don't you fucking dare..." he warned, thrashing on the bed.
Then, at last, the first touch dragged slowly and gently up the length of his arousal.
"STOP! STOP IT, YOU SICK FUCKING-!!!" Ryan howled in undignified fury.
"Awww, looks like the bully is begging now," the voice whispered in his ear.
Then, horror of horrors, he felt fingers tickling his balls.
The laughter exploded out of him like a burst pipe - hysterical, uncontrollable, and desperate. His thighs jerked, and his hips bucked wildly against the restraints as the irritating fingers skittered and danced over the sensitive flesh between his legs. His cock bounced pathetically against his stomach, fully hard now and undeniable.
"GAH - N-NO! NO NO FUCK~!" his voice cracked into a humiliated shriek as a fingertip traced the very base of his sac, infuriatingly light. Nerves throughout his body lit up in response, and the laughter poured out of him in ragged bursts.
"PLEEEEASE! HAHA! STOP! STOP!!"
"Ohhhh, Ryan... you like this?" the woman whispered.
"Nngh - f-fuck you..." he snarled, his own voice ragged as his breath came in shaky rasps.
"We should invite everyone to see this," a man's voice said from the foot of the bed. Ryan's blood turned to ice. How many of them were there?
He didn't have much time to ponder the thought, as his mind was freshly distracted by a single finger tracing the ring of skin around his asshole.
"HRK - WHAT THE FUCK!?" he choked out in a mortified squeak. His thighs trembled violently, and if they weren't tied apart, he would have crushed them together, anything to stop the sensation.
"Awwww, the asshole has a ticklish asshole!" a girl's voice teased.
Two fingers spider-walked in little circles around his ballsack, and his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. They finished with a thumb swiping upwards along the seam of his balls.
"MMPH!" His head thrashed back, eyes screwed shut, breath coming in panicked gulps. His cock bobbed, glistening with shameful drops of pre-cum, as another wheezy laugh burst out of him.
"Wait, wait... oh shit, is he hard?" another man's voice asked in disbelief.
A warm hand cupped his balls - not tickling, but just holding them. Possessively. Mockingly.
"Ryan... does this turn you on?"
Right when he thought the worst was over, the assault upon his asshole intensified. A finger returned, tracing the outer rim with a feathery, unbearable precision. It circled once, then twice, letting him feel EVERY nerve light up before finally skating directly across the center. His response was immediate and violent - his hips jackknifed up so hard the bed frame slammed against the wall, his cock jumping pathetically as he let out a noise that was half scream, half sob.
"HHHHNNGK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST STO-AHAHAHAHA NO THAT'S ILLEGAL THAT'S FUCKING ILLEGAL YOU CAN'T~!!!!"
His threats broke down into a hyperventilating laughter as the finger switched to doing rapid-fire taps against the rim like it was playing a cruel little piano on his asshole. His balls pulled up tight against his body, both from ticklish terror and involuntary arousal.
Screams came not just from Ryan, but from one of the inexperienced girls watching at the back of the room, as he felt a hot, wet tongue lick across his vulnerable hole. His vision whited out for a second, and the scream that erupted out of him nearly shattered the window.
"NNNYYYAAAAGH WHAT THE SHIT WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT!!!?"
Then, he felt a warmth engulf the head of his cock. He would have enjoyed it... but for the stubble scratching against his belly. He instead came to a sudden realization that caused his entire body to seize as if he'd been electrocuted.
That's not a girl's mouth.
His brain split into warring factions - one half screaming in furious disgust, the other melting into the first genuinely good sensation he's felt in this nightmare. The contrast was unbearable, and he had no idea what to do.
"Ghhh-ah! The FUCK?! Wh-which gutless fucking - hah! - cocksucker is this?!" he demanded, trying to sound threatening.
A finger returned to tickling his asshole as the mouth continued to bob over his erection, and the dual assault sent him to another dimension. His humiliation boner reached nuclear hardness, throbbing into Mister Mystery-Mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!" Ryan's neck corded from the strain as his body betrayed him further. He could feel his orgasm building against his will, his balls drawing up tight while his tortured rim pucker-fluttered around nothing but a tickling finger. "Stop or I'll - nngh - KILL all you sick fucks! I swear to - aah! - GOD!"
The mouth pulled off his cock with a pop.
"Aw, is the straight boy scared he might like it?" Tyler's voice hummed against his dripping cockhead. The realization that it's him - the scrawny debate kid Ryan shoved into lockers daily - and shoved into the pool last night - makes his stomach drop.
A single lubed-up finger pressed into his oversensitized anus, and Tyler's tongue flicked against the head of his cock simultaneously.
Time fractured. And then - inevitably, overwhelmingly, he came.
"A-AAAAH FUUUUCK! OHH~! UNNNGH!" His back arched violently as the most shameful orgasm of his life was coaxed out of him, ropes of cum streaking across his heaving chest while his asshole spasmed around the teasing finger.
The room erupted into howls of laughter, and Ryan could have sworn he heard the clicking of cameras. His body went limp, and he tried to think of how he could move to another continent to escape the shame as his body twitched and shuddered.
They gave him a few moments, and then fingers descended onto his hypersensitive upper torso once again, skittering over his nipples, wriggling into his armpits.
"NAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE, I'LL DO-HO ANYTHING! STOHOHOHOP!" Ryan screeched, his face red as tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
"Aww, look at that!" one girl cooed, her lips curled in vicious delight. "Big tough Ryan's crying from a little tickling!"
Both girls leaned forward and blew raspberries into his exposed pits.
BBBBBRRTTT!
Ryan screamed before descending into manic, hiccuping laughter, his body wriggling like a fish. His muscles burned from the strain, his stomach ached from the force of his hysterics. His cock, however, began to stir again from the overstimulation - a fact that unfortunately didn't go unnoticed.
"I think someone likes this a little too much," Tyler teased, dragging a finger slowly down Ryan's ribs, towards his already half-hard length.
Ryan whimpered in response.
"N-No…! No more… please…" he pleaded, his breath coming in panicked gasps. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't.
But they weren't done.
"Tell you what," one girl whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed his ear. "Beg us to stop."
There was a moment of silence, and Ryan's chest heaved. Then, in the smallest, most broken voice, he gave in.
"P-please stop?"
The girl grinned, and whispered, "...no!"
They began kneading his ribcage with their knuckles, and Ryan's world collapsed back into raw, hysterical laughter. His face was drenched in tears, sweat, and spit from the sheer overstimulation.
Then, he felt it. A hot, thick pressure against his asshole. Ryan's laughter choked off into a strangled gasp, and his muscles locked up in terror.
It was a cock. A hard cock, pressing right against the hole where a finger had been not long ago.
"Nnh - wait - NO! FUCK, DON'T!" his voice was raw and panicked, his world tunneling in on the pressure at his butthole. Fingers dug into his pits, causing him to jerk.
"You gonna cum again, Ryan?" Tyler asked, mockingly. His cock jumped at the words.
"Who knew he was such a slut?" one of the girls teased.
"F-fuck you!" he snarled, but then the cock pushed again, just barely breaching the hole. It slowly slid in, slick with lube and sinking deeper, and Ryan's head flew back as the cock sawed into him.
"Aww, does the little bully like being called a slut?" the girl teased again as Tyler began kissing his nipple.
It was brutal, strange, and wonderful, and another orgasm crashed over him in humiliating spurts. Ryan's screams turned into shrill, incoherent sobs as he came with his member completely untouched - aside from the cock that skewered him, pummeling him towards oblivion.
Tyler bottomed out inside of him, his hips flush against Ryan's trembling ass, and he leaned forward.
"Say thank you," Tyler demanded, gripping his hips.
Ryan's body locked up in outrage.
"F-FU-"
"Say it, or we're bringing the whole football team in here."
Fingers began tickling the soles of his feet again, and he whimpered and thrashed in despair.
"TH-THANK YOU - ! HAHAHA ~ FUCK! FUCK YOU!”
Tyler groaned in satisfaction as he came deep inside Ryan's ass. Once he was done he withdrew, gave the bully's dick a flick with his finger, then left the room.
Ryan was shattered. His hole stretched, his pride destroyed, he realized with a numb horror - they'd broken him. They'd won. And worst of all, he would dream fondly of this day for years to come.
