The Loophole-Stowaway Saga

His captor Jeb was jubilant. Upon looking into Kieran’s mind it turned out that this human victim himself had a strong fascination with tickling others. This looked set to provide a number of very exploitable loopholes to the intergalactic legal codes Jeb was required to adhere to on most of his tickling exploits. Things such as the neuro-programming he was at liberty to undertake were normally constrained by the worst sorts of red tape. But to find someone with existing aspirations for Jeb’s sport of tickling – if he case-managed this properly those tiresome rules would be as good as thrown out on this entire project.

The tickling waned for the first time in about 10 minutes – it had seemed an eternity for Kieran. He spent a couple of minutes just gasping and trying to think clearly. “Please … no more … it’s unbearable ..”

“Oh I’m sure it is Kieran. That’s the idea you know. Actually, I believe you do know – better than most don’t you? Tell me about your own interest in tickling.”

“I .. I haven’t tickle tortured anyone since I was in college four years ago. I used to do it for a rush if you know what I mean. But if this is payback for my past somehow, I’ve been punished enough! I never tickled anyone half this much! Cmon please let me go.”

“But you see Kieran I’ve come to Earth for a good long stint of tickling and it’s been your fate to run into me. Unless you can think of some better tickling experience on offer I guess I’ll just have to settle for showing you – a closet tickle torturer – the true meaning of ticklishness.”

“NO WAIT (the fingers were springing to life) STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA …… “

It took over a dozen attempts to make the words form, but Kieran eventually blurted out “I’ll help you HAHAHAHA STOP HAHAHA I’ll give you HAHAHA a whole group of guys HAHAHAHA ….PLEASE HAHAHAHA …”

A few torturous minutes later the tickling eased again and Jeb responded: “In what capacity are you proposing to give me this group?”

(still panting) “I’m their coach. They’re a college hockey team – Vermont Catamounts.” He was too desperate to consider that aliens probably didn’t follow intercollegiate hockey, but mentioning their team name seemed to make the offer more earnest. “Just three minute’s walk from here is where I’m bringing them for a training camp.”

“I see” (actually Jeb had already extracted this information some time earlier). “And tell me, one tickler to another, have you previously had a wish to see your team subjected to the sort of intense tickling you know I’m capable of?”

“You can read my mind can’t you – do I need to answer that?” Kieran felt light tickling strokes resume across his soles and immediately regretted his indirect answer. “YES! Hahaha I mean yes I’ve hahaha fantasized about it all the time hahaha .. please no more!”

“I’m almost sold on your plan Kieran, even though we both know it was 90 percent inspired by your desperation for escape. Give me your best, sincerest outline of the fun I could have with them. But understand – if you undertake to make this happen, and at the time of giving the undertaking you’re thinking of the tickling you’d like to see inflicted on your team, escape will become – shall we say – less relevant, since we will have an enforceable contract between us. I’ll stop tickling your feet for now so you can decide whether to give me another sales pitch.”

Kieran was worried by the bit about escape being ‘less relevant’. What could that mean? He dared not test the strength of his bargaining position as he was still fighting off ‘aftershock’ giggles from that light foot tickling alone. Well, if he had to sell the idea of tickling the guys in the team to get out of this then at least he knew he could do it with sincerity, since it had been his biggest fantasy of the past year. So using his best coach flavored persuasion he described the bunch of adorable, cocky and athletic 18 to 21 year olds in his team and how he would bet they’d make the best collection of tickle subjects Jeb could hope to find anywhere around here.

Thus Jeb secured his legal loophole: Kieran, through his own tickling passions, had demonstrated the required level of willingness during his enthusiastic outline of his team and the case for tickling them. Now his offer to be Jeb’s agent had intergalactic legal validity. Controlling his mind would be merely a protection of contract, rather than a breach of article 792b~823p.

“Excellent Kieran – I think we have the beginnings of a wonderful plan. As soon as our own fun here is concluded we can get things rolling”

“What do you mean? I thought we just negotiated for me to be let go.”

“Yes just as soon as your tickling session is complete”

“No wait I ..”

“But since our contract has already commenced for future tasks, I might as well introduce your working conditions now so you can get the hang of them”

“But wha ….” at that second Kieran felt he could no longer make his mouth and vocal chords form the words he was trying to say. Another moment later they were working again, but not under his own control. He heard himself say “More tickling please Jeb.”

The tentacles sprang to life and honed in on his exposed skin down each side of his torso. Now he was bug eyed. What the F..? Why couldn’t he talk? Through giggles of anticipation at the approaching fingers he desperately willed himself to at least say “NO!.” Instead it came out as “tickle me hard hahahahaaaahehehe.”

“With pleasure,” responded Jeb.

The Players

The training centre used an intensive workshop process by having teams send a third of their players at any one time to drill their technique and rev up their stamina by playing trial matches of two full periods on the ice without the typical player rotation.

The first six members of University of Vermont’s team to arrive for their training stay had the unenviable situation of having a trial match against the final, elite half dozen of the Boston University Terriers’ reigning team during their stay. Though the guys made light of it on the bus ride up there, it was pretty clear they were intimidated by the prospect.

Their quarters were on the edge of the center backing onto a forest. Jeb’s camouflaged spacecraft was about 50 feet away from their door, bordering the forest.

That day was dedicated to mostly technical drill stuff – handling the puck, skating maneuvers etc. Eric and David, being very competitive, would occasionally steal a glance across to the end where the Boston dudes were training, hoping to get some idea of their strengths and weaknesses. Sean – the goalie, got plenty of blocking practice done, along with joining in for some of his team mates’ activities. Justin, Matt and Andy had confidence issues to varying degrees – they tried not to focus too much on the Terriers group going through their paces. They did occasionally notice their coach Kieran sitting and conferring with a bemused looking guy they hadn’t seen before, who seemed to be a spectator for most of the training session.

Actually, Jeb had taken a passing interest in the game of Hockey in addition to observing this first batch of Kieran’s offerings. As he now felt some affiliation with the Vermont Catamounts, he decided to ensure they’d have a match to remember, as a fitting lead up to being tickled senseless.

Dinner was communal – both teams congregated together. Even at the meal table the Boston guys couldn’t hide their winning arrogance, but things were friendly enough. An hour was dedicated to viewing some motivational video, then the teams were dispatched to quarters. Sean had just pulled out the deck of cards for poker when coach Kieran intervened and declared it sleep time. The guys obliged but had every intention of resuming the game in the dorm room once Kieran had left them.

As Kieran bid them goodnight, he activated one of Jeb’s pieces of hardware he’d installed in the dorm. A subsonic vibration filled the room. Justin’s bunk was closest to both the door and the hidden device. The guys were expecting a sign from him when he was sure Kieran had left for his own quarters. For the first few seconds he trained his ears to the hallway outside. Then a wave of tiredness came out of nowhere and before he even realized that his attention had slipped, Justin was deep asleep. The effect propagated through the room, until at the far end the sound of Eric’s voice saying “hey Justin is he gone? Justin you awa ….” faded to slow steady breathing.

Kieran entered accompanied by Jeb in his human form. Kieran wore a gadget to counteract the sleep machine’s signal. The six guys were sleeping like babies (as that was the setting the machine happened to be on). Kieran pulled back the open sleeping bag and bed sheet from the unconscious Justin, and Jeb then placed a hand on the boy’s forehead. Justin’s eyelids began to spasm like a very deep REM sleep as Jeb both looked into his mind and scanned his physiology.

Before moving on to David in the next bed, Jeb gave Kieran an adhesive patch to place on Justin’s upper arm. It contained a cocktail of catalyzing compounds that would have the boy functioning at a new athletic peak the following day, by which time it would have dissolved with no trace. This same process continued for the others. When finished, Jeb said to Kieran “Well done. I’m going to let you do what’s been on your mind the whole time we’ve been in this room. Go ahead – you can tickle one of them, just not too hard. They will respond but won’t wake and will probably experience your tickling as a dream.”

The excited Kieran went to the bed of Eric, the most cocky of the bunch and slid up his T shirt revealing a smooth rippled stomach. He lightly but vigorously began running his finger tips across Eric’s stomach which was immediately twitching. Eric’s sleeping boyish face broke into a huge grin and this was followed by high falsetto giggling, giving away the age-regressed state the sleep machine was imposing on these guys. Kieran was delighted not only from the rush of tickling Eric’s awesome abs, but also as this was about his first action in a couple of days that he was sure was self-driven rather than Jeb-driven. He kept Eric in his fits of petite giggles for some time. It was Jeb who noticed an unintended consequence first.

“Err Kieran. Here you might need this I think.” Jeb handed him a small porous looking cube.

“What do I do with it?”

“Drop it between his legs and it will do the rest. It’s a highly advanced moisture attractor. I rather forgot the sleep inducer was set to age regression mode – your star goal scorer has just wet his bed from your tickling.”

The Match

Kieran deactivated the sleep inducer around 7 am and within a few minutes the guys were awake and lively. Since each of them seemed to remember an intention to play poker in the dorm room the previous night, all were waiting for one of their team mates to hassle them about having fallen asleep. Of course, since that was everyone’s identical predicament nobody felt in a position to tease. Rather they focused on how they felt.

“Hey I must be getting in shape or something” noted Andy. “I’m not even sore from yesterday.”

“I was just gonna say the exact same thing” Sean replied.

Following breakfast most of the morning had been set aside for the teams to work on play strategies before the trial match at midday. The Vermont team were a little surprised that Kieran got through their match strategy talk in half the normal time, and then even more surprised by his next news.

“Well guys, as you know our team has been without a sponsor for a little while now, but today I’m happy to say that a research group called J.E.B. Industries have sponsored us with some incredible new gear. So I thought we’d spend the rest of this prep time trying it on for size.”

Each of the guys was given a sports bag which contained a set of gloves, stretch fabric undergarments and matching socks, and a pair of very fast looking skates. The guys were of course pleased to be getting treated to such luxuries, but at the same time were a little confused as to why Kieran had chosen now as the time to issue them.

With a little coaxing they took the gear in to the change room and began to get changed. “Make sure you try on everything” directed Kieran.

“Hey Kieran,” called David. “We’re not actually meant to wear these new skates today are we? I mean they’ll need time to get worn in.”

“Just try em on for now.”

But for the fact that young males pay no attention to such things, the guys would have noticed that the apparel they were putting on had a 100% perfect fit, as though it had been manufactured just for the individual – which it had been, by Jeb’s ship computer. The skates were also pre molded to their feet better than a year old normal pair would be.

When everyone was geared up, the onboard technology started to operate in the clothing fabric. For now just a subtle endorphin flow was resonating from the clothing, enough to make the guys feel very satisfied to be wearing it. Kieran entered, accompanied by the guy they’d seen him with during yesterday’s training session.

“Looks pretty good guys, how does the gear feel?”

A general chorus of “awesome,” “great” etc came from the six guys. They had yet to put on their team clothing over the undergarments, so the figure hugging fabric showed off their every curve and ripple wonderfully.

“This is the representative of your new sponsor and he’s going to say a few words of motivation for today’s trial match.”

As the man started to greet them, Andy happened to be glancing at the clock on the wall – twenty five past eleven.

“Well I don’t want to say too much” Jeb began. “Really just that I have every faith in your abilities out there today. Do your best!.”

Andy glanced back at the clock which a moment ago he was sure had read 11:25. The thing was now showing 11:50. He queried Kieran if that clock was right.

“Oh yeah I just fixed it a moment ago Andy, it was slow.”

In fact the team had spent 25 minutes in a suspended mental limbo as Jeb had calibrated and fine tuned the equipment in their skates and clothing and implanted the necessary subconscious instructions for the game ahead.

The guys got the rest of their gear on and proceeded out onto the rink to face the menacing Boston team. Nobody now questioned using their new skates for the match – it didn’t cross their minds.

The match was scaled down to two periods. With play about to start Jeb advised Kieran “I’ll need to concentrate fairly hard on this. How many points would you have expected them to lose by today?”

“Honestly? up to 10 points.”

Play commenced. Boston initially gained possession and their star guy was striding towards Vermont’s defensive zone with David closest in pursuit. David closed the gap in half the time the Bostonian had anticipated. Turning on a pinhead, David had the puck scooting through a gap which nobody but Jeb would even think of as a gap, neatly into the possession of Andy. Nowhere to be seen was his normal stage fright and Andy took off at a pace his Boston counterpart struggled to contemplate, let alone match.

Jeb liked the idea of two-pronged goal scoring the best. He had the unassailable Andy shoot so as to be deflected obliquely by Boston’s goalie straight into the stick of Eric who was in an unobstructed position to score less than a half a second after the deflection, right into the unguarded side of the net.

Jeb commented to the wondrous Kieran “nothing like a fitness boost and a little team telepathy to turn things around.”

In the ensuing two periods of play, Boston had possession for less than a quarter of the time and scored just three lucky goals to the Catamounts’ round dozen (Jeb didn’t want to go too overboard with this).

The red faced and humbled Bostonians wandered off on their melancholy way. The six winning guys were so wired by the team synergy they’d achieved that they started doing victory laps of the rink at ridiculously fast speeds given the amount of energy already expended.

Kieran greeted his team brimming with much enthusiasm.

Back in their change room he indicated they’d debrief before showering and the guys were too ecstatic to have any objection. The wonder-skates and gloves came off. Then the man from their sponsoring company entered the room with Kieran.

“Guys that was brilliant. I couldn’t fault you out there. Our sponsor here is very happy too.”

“Yes indeed Kieran. In fact that was so much fun I’d like you all to come back to my space craft and see what I do for sport.”

“Haha your spacecraft!?” responded Justin.

“What a nice laugh you have there. Just wait and see boys. Kieran would you switch that device to full obedience mode please.” Kieran did as requested “You’ll now feel a numbness coming up through your bodies. It’s quite harmless but you will have lost movement control by about …now.”

The guys felt like a local anesthetic had spread through their bodies. They were held frozen like sculptures.

“While you’re in this transition state I can tell you that you’re all in for the most intense, overwhelming tickling session of your lives. Kieran can attest to this as he’s received similar already haven’t you Kieran.” Their coach nodded obediently with a vacant grin.

Before the guys could freak out too much from their paralysis and Jeb’s announcement, the next phase of the obedience control began to take effect.

“Very good. Now your conscious mind is going to close down. It will just feel like a half dream state and is also quite harmless.” Jeb said a few more words but these, along with everything else, became so distant and fuzzy the guys couldn’t distinguish them.

Now fully under Jeb’s control, the group of them walked out of the rink, past their quarters and into his parked spacecraft.

The Reward

Sean opened his eyes. Wow – so it was true! He was inside something that seemed very unlikely to be of terrestrial origin. He was unable to move, held with limbs outstretched, almost upright but with his body arched in a convex curve along the length of his athletic frame. As his sight cleared he saw what he must have looked like based on the other guys arranged in an inward facing circle. He could at least make out Eric, Andy and David, and guessed (without being able to turn his head enough to see) that Matt and Justin were on either side of him. They were all naked and restrained in the same position as Sean. It looked not unlike being fastened to an array of giant bananas, in that the outward-bending columns they were restrained to appeared (and felt) somehow organic rather than manufactured.

He could just make out that the guys seemed to be gagged and he noticed he too was prevented from speaking by something soft but unyielding in his mouth.

Then that strange man’s voice seemed to come from everywhere. “I think you’re all awake and ready, if not willing. For you today is the chance to experience two extremes – the peak level of control and dominance you all demonstrated in your match at one end, and the total loss of self control I’m now going to provide you at the other. Our demonstration candidate to be tickled first up today is ….David. As you all have observed, David fancies himself to be able to block out pain and fatigue to turn around hockey matches in his favor. Surely then he’ll be able to shrug off my tickling and inspire the rest of you to be able to just block it out too.”

David’s gag was then released and he adopted his usual bravado. “Look man this is crazy! I’m not even ticklish so why don’t you let us go.”

“Really David? And were you ever ticklish in the past?”

“Not since years ago (a pair of tentacles extended from the column and began to circle in a predatory way above each of David’s unprotected and accommodating armpits). I .. Wait.. No – I’m not ticklish I’m not, I’m NOT! (each tentacle is lightly brushing his sparse fair pit hair) OH SHIT hehehe no I’m not gonna break I .. I hehe DAMN!!! OK You’ve made your hehehe point dude just hehe let us go!”

“I think we’ll see if David’s approach to bargaining has changed in a few moments time” pronounced Jeb. The tentacles each divided into five and made a sudden descent into David’s pits and the inner margins of his straining biceps, finding just the right balance of pressure and wiggling to send him berserk.

“WAAAAAHHHHaahahahaahAAAAAAAAAAAA ….” His team mates stared into the face of David – mouth wrenched open with laughter, eyes bugging and vacant, showing his incredible ticklish torment. They all knew at that moment that they’d fare no better against this tickling than David currently was, whenever their turn came.

Just as Jeb had implied, David’s next appeal to him was considerably more humble: “AHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHA .. STOHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHA .. I CAN”T HAHAHAHA STAND IT ….”

Jeb teased: “But David, can’t you see that five of your team mates and your coach are witnessing you laugh, squeal and beg like a helpless child. Surely if you just pull yourself together you can show them some of that mental toughness of yours and get back in control – it’s a matter of respect after all. Look, I’ll stop for ten seconds to give you enough time to mentally prepare.”

The tickling appendages withdrew from David’s pits and he drew in masses of rapid deep breaths. The look on his face suggested he was going to try and meet Jeb’s challenge. He gritted his teeth and tensed every muscle as if to wrestle himself free.

But no sooner had Jeb taunted with “here come the fingers ready or not,” the lines of strain on his face surrendered into pitiful giggles of “NO WAIT!!! Hehehe ….” He didn’t even last until the fingers made renewed skin contact before succumbing to hysterical laughter.

“Now we’re going to use a team approach for the time being – everyone taking their share of the burden like good team mates do. So as you can all see, David is covering the team’s commitment to armpit tickling currently (David continued to writhe and holler in pitiful laughter but Jeb was speaking direct into everyone’s mind to avoid having to raise his voice). We’ll leave him with that duty for now and issue each of you with another tickling zone to take responsibility for. Every few minutes we’ll pause and then change it around. I think Eric – you can have stomach ….”

Just as Eric’s gag retracted, a set of tickling appendages had sprouted around his mid section. For his tautly stretched defenseless stomach, which had already proved its ticklishness the previous night, Jeb produced four fist-sized contraptions covered with a swathe of little Sea Anemone type nodules. There must have been 30 to each appendage and they could shimmer and wriggle either in unison or random patterns. Eric just had time to scream “NO!!” before these devices commenced their torturous tickling crawl around his stomach. His laughter was almost as high pitched as the previous night, only many times more forceful. Eric ceased to be aware of anything other than the unbearable ticklish sensations and his own shrieking laughter.

“Sean, you’ll have the honor of foot duty …..”

Sean felt his gag releasing. He couldn’t see his feet due to the retracted way he was stretched out. This made him all the more nervous from not being able to know in advance exactly what was coming. He found it impossible not to giggle with the gag gone and his whole body feeling so ticklish and helpless. He managed a couple of feeble protestations through his nervous laughter. Then it arrived – at least 4 ferociously wiggling and stroking fingers in the arch of each foot. Without a trace of physical or mental resistance, Sean felt his jaw spring open and his previous lungful of breath ring out in a torrent of laughter. The tickling sensation was overwhelming and his powerlessness to fight it unquestionable. He felt yet more, smaller fingers attack the front of his feet and between his toes now and his laughter shifted up half an octave. To complete the torture, two of Jebs ‘crawler’ devices, like those currently working on Eric’s stomach, descended onto the tops of Sean’s feet.

As he felt his eyes start to moisten with tears of laughter Sean tried gazing across at his fellow captors to see if it would somehow distract him from his torment. He glanced to the wailing Eric and David, then made eye contact with the still gagged Andy who could only stare back. It didn’t make the tickling feel any more bearable.

“Andy, I can see you’re empathizing with your team mate Sean. You’ll be handling hips, pelvis and sides …..”

Amid Andy’s panicked cursing and vain struggle, elongate fingers, many inches long, made for the most sensitive zones of the boy’s obliques, lower lattimus muscles and that killer spot along the hip bones. These fingers then began to prod and stroke along his sides from below the rib cage down to his hips and the muscle tissue on either side. Jeb could anticipate every twitch and attempted squirm of the now hysterical and begging Andy, which meant he never once avoided the contact of any of the tickling fingers.

The shyest member of the team, Andy was now involuntarily void of inhibitions as he hollered with a ferocity matching the guys surrounding him.

“Matt, you’ll be starting out with ribs, chest and neck …..”

A legion of tentacles around half the thickness of a normal finger positioned themselves over Matt’s sculpted chest, rib cage and the fan of latimus muscles adorning the edges of his upper torso.

Panicked and helpless, Matt spent his last seconds of sanity struggling against his restraints and fighting off the ticklishness that Jeb had placed at the forefront of his consciousness. Though gritted teeth Matt began to let out falsetto laughs as he saw the arsenal of fingers ready to pounce. And pounce they did, at which Matt yelped and relinquished his useless attempts to fight it as manic laughter engulfed him. Finger tentacles were lightly stroking the skin over his ribs and nearby muscles in irregular patterns. Interspersed among these, yet others fingers made their staccato prods of every susceptible nerve ending under Matt’s skin. A series of delicate fingers descended to tickle rapidly under his chin and down the front of his neck, making even the act of breathing in air between laughter feel insanely ticklish.

“Justin, for you I’ve saved the suite of prime tickling areas of the upper legs. And I believe that’s now every team member doing their part.”

Like Sean, Justin could not properly see the target area of Jeb’s pending tickling attack. With the sound of now all his team mates hollering with laughter and gasping out pleas for mercy, and a feeling of helpless ticklishness the likes of which he hadn’t known since childhood, Justin found himself already stifling laughter as the gag gave way in his mouth. All he managed to call out was “KIERAN! PLEASE hehehe make him STOP!”

“I’m afraid it’s Kieran who volunteered you all for this task” Jeb responded.

“NO NO! …” Justin began. Then the first fingers closed in. A continuous, medium to light stroking of the backs of Justin’s knees. In ticklishness terms, right now these felt like the armpits of his lower body. Justin was unable to draw his legs away from this attack, or even twitch against it to any great extent. He joined his team mates in relinquishing self control and writhing in laughter. It got more intense by the second. A further hybrid of the tickling nodule devices currently working on Eric’s stomach and the tops of Sean’s feet were produced along each of Justin’s thighs. These ones however were housed in circular bands that in profile resembled open shackles. Three of these formed near each of Justin’s thighs and then pounced simultaneously, clamping upon contact to fully wrap around his upper legs. While the inner surface of wriggling nodules tickled the sensitive skin of his thighs lightly and vigorously, the band enclosure was also used to randomly squeeze along his quadriceps and hamstrings, sending shudders of ultra ticklish sensations through the now hysterical Justin’s nervous system. The top most of these tickling bands covered right up to his groin.

Finally, for good measure, Jeb added to his victim’s torment a series of tentacles to lightly tickle the soft flesh along the inner edges of his buttocks and crotch, making the poor boy’s eyes absolutely bug as he fought with his lungs just to produce breath quickly enough to expel the amount of laughter that this level of tickling mandated.

The allocation of tickling regions to the six guys had taken only about half a minute all up. Now the six of them would endure several minutes of team torture – David with fingers dancing throughout his armpits; Matt with fingers crawling and poking simultaneously throughout the front of his upper torso as far as his chin; Sean with his entire feet under constant tickling strokes of spot-tailored intensity; Justin’s thighs and groin being squeezed and surface tickled simultaneously and further tickling behind his knees and inside his butt cheeks; Eric with furiously oscillating nodules crawling all over his abs; and Andy, quite unable to twist clear of the multiple tentacles working over his hips and sides.

All of this tickling and the frantic reactions of his poor team members was undoubtedly the most exciting thing Kieran had ever witnessed, as he looked on from just outside the circle of torture pillars. He was only clearly within view of Justin, who had made the desperate appeal for assistance moments earlier. Poor 18 year old sandy blonde haired Justin – youthful face all flushed and pink, piercing green eyes wide open showing extremes of panic and imposed hilarity, and the normally softly spoken voice now bellowing out the most exquisite cries of ticklish laughter Kieran could have wished for.

When several minutes of this group torture session had passed the team was given their first rest, pending rotation of tickling target areas. All six of them remained speechless, gasping for breath, their bodies now covered in perspiration.

With about a minute of the break remaining, Jeb summoned Kieran into the circle. “So Kieran, how did you think the team is performing as tickling victims?”

“Oh they’re great. You guys sound amazing and the expression on your faces is just priceless.”

Eric exploded: “Kieran you fucker – get us out of this! It’s TORTURE!”

“Yeah I know Eric and I’m sorry but first of all you know there’s no harm gonna come to any of us, secondly I had to endure what you’re getting now for something like two hours on my own, and thirdly, since Jeb is going to erase all your memories of what happens here I’m free to tell you that I’m such a huge fan of tickling that I’m gonna just love every second what goes down. In fact last night Eric I tickled you in your sleep and made you pee! How do ya like that?”

“You fucking shit! There’s no way I’m gonna just forget all this happened – whatever this alien or whatever he is tells you. You want the six of us coming after you man?”

Jeb interrupted; “I’m afraid break time is over and everyone gets to sample the tickling recently experienced by the person to their right. Eric’s aggression slipped away in an instant as the tentacles and noduled bands found their way to his upper legs and nearby tender spots.

“AHAHAHAHAAAAA Kieran ahahaha you FUhahahahahaker!!!!…….” was the last semi coherent thing Eric managed to say. His team mates had already filled out the chorus of manic laughter.

Kieran wandered around the circle looking up and down the twitching bodies and contorting, hyper-happy faces of the captive team mates. He as yet had no active role in the proceedings but Jeb had allocated him something quite significant for the final phase of tickling.

At the end of the second round, Jeb decided to get some tormenting mileage out of Kieran’s current unpopularity. “Well boys there’s an extra minute’s worth of break on offer this time for the team member who can give the best and sincerest apology to your coach for having thought badly of him about this situation you find yourselves in.” Silence was the uniform response, apart from their communal panting for breath. “Perhaps I should add that anyone who doesn’t participate will have all of their subsequent breaks halved. So let’s see – Justin would you like to start, then we’ll go counterclockwise round the circle?.”

In a virtual monotone Justin responded “I’m sorry Kieran that I was pissed at you for getting us into this.”

“Wow thanks Justin” Kieran responded. “But jeez do you think you could have put any less sentiment into that buddy?”

Next came Sean who tried slightly harder: “Um Kieran man, I guess .. I mean I know you didn’t mean it and sorry if we .. I … offended you somehow.”

“Thankyou Sean, wasn’t totally sure about the lack of eye contact, but I’ll take it at face value anyways.”

From Matt (who took the cue and engaged eye contact with the beaming Kieran): “Hey man … of course we um .. understand. I expect I’d have .. done the same” (Matt tended to blush when he lied excessively and it was showing now) “I hope you can forgive us dude.”

“Why Matt – How could I harbor any bad feeling after that. Hey you’re blushing by the way dude.”

David had three false starts to his sentence as his pride and ticklish submissiveness wrestled one another, so Kieran tried to help him out: “Hey champ, sometimes when I’m trying to think of the right words I give my chin a rub. How ’bout I do that for ya?” Kieran reached up and stroked his finger under David’s chin causing the boy to instantly launch into a fit of giggles.

“Hehehe wait I’m hehehe ready man!….” Kieran stood back slightly facing the now tamed-of-will David. “I was just trying to say I’m totally sorry about being pissed before. And I’m not …you know pissed at all anymore. I mean how could I be? You’ve seen how much I was laughing right?”

“Thanks David, I can see that was totally heartfelt, and right up to your usual competitive standards. The others are gonna have to work hard to match you.”

Andy’s attempt followed: “Kieran, man look you know I suck at making speeches so I’ll just say that I’m sorry to be mad at you and …you’re .. a great coach! We couldn’t have done it today without you.”

“Hey thanks Andy. A gentleman as ever. I’d shake your hand, only it’s out of reach!.”

Lastly Eric, who had made his feelings the most abundantly clear a while earlier. Kieran stood only inches away grinning up at the helpless Eric.

“Um Kieran I know what I said before but I was like in shock dude – it was just my .. um my (blushing) ticklishness that made me say it. If you could like …forgive me and you know .. um I was just thinking to make it up, maybe I could be like an assistant to you and your alien friend for when the rest of our team – Sam, Mike and everyone – come up here to train. What do you say – could I join in, maybe even like now or something?”

“Eric, dude! You always set the competitive example in this team. Well done. Did you hear that guys? He not only apologized, he outlined how he could make it up. By joining in the whole conspiracy!”

For one brief moment, Eric thought he’d talked his way out of this torturous situation. David and Sean were about to hurl abuse in Eric’s direction at his sudden lack of team loyalty. Then came Jeb’s adjudication that the sincerity scores would be based on his direct reading of the guys’ minds during their apologies. This alone was disconcerting news to the team that Jeb could read their thoughts any time he liked. Jeb’s order of sincerity scores from lowest to highest was David, Eric, Justin, Sean, Matt and Andy.

Amid mumbled curses from several team members Jeb added: “Well done Andy, enjoy your extra minute of rest.”

Kieran remained standing inches from Eric, who this time was too fearful of retribution to utter any more direct abuse. The foot tickling devices began on Eric’s size 13 feet. As his face once again erupted into ticklish laughter, Kieran engaged in mock-sympathetic conversation: “Oh wow, have you ever had your feet tickled so completely before Eric”

“HAAHAHAHAHA NOOOO HAHAHAHA ….”

“Is it totally unbearable man? It sure looks like it, the way you’ve got drool coming down your face from laughing like that”

“HAHAHAHAAAAAAA YES HAHAH STOP PLEASE!!!!HAHAHAHAHA .. “

“Well hang in there man,” then turning to Andy “And I think your extra rest period is due to end right about now Andy.”

With Kieran’s celebratory facial expression directed straight towards him, Andy once more lost all control as the tickling of his upper body began.

Kieran patted the hysterical boy on the hip in encouragement before wandering around to check out the whole complement of tormented youths once again. He was pretty sure he’d never grow tired of this.

The Loophole Grows

It was coming up to ninety minutes. Every second was unbearable. Sean and Matt, who’d both been gang tickled in freshman year dorm antics, had been dismayed that unlike those episodes there seemed no sign here of their sensitivity to tickling becoming less as the torture continued. The ticklishness just wouldn’t fade even slightly. And thanks to some more of Jeb’s advanced supplements administered just before the torture started, their voices had suffered no hoarseness through any of their hollering with laughter and yells for mercy. Their energy levels had been similarly sustained, and while all were at times delirious with laughter, no one could come close to fainting unless Jeb permitted it (which he didn’t).

Since the first full ‘circuit’ of team tickling had finished, Jeb had taken to staggering the commencement and finishing of each subsequent tickling session tickling around the circle, and mixing up the body areas targeted. A blissful rest progressively arrived and the six of them fell into their panting recovery state. Surly it must be close to over, they all inwardly thought.

Indeed it was. The final round of torture would follow this break. This time around though, Kieran would have a role to perform. Jeb had neither the inclination nor legal authorization to manipulate his human victim’s erotic sensitivities, but Kieran was altogether quite inclined towards this. The one susceptible area of the guy’s bodies that had been spared any tickling would be Kieran’s target spot for this final round.

The rest period was due to end for Sean first up. Jeb informed him that he was about to feel the effects of all six tickling regions simultaneously tortured. Void of hope for rescue, mercy or the will to resist what was on the way, Sean saw the myriad of devices starting to amass around him and let out a high pitched primal scream of protest. He was now entering the pitiful state Kieran himself had been in a few days earlier just prior to being recruited as Jeb’s assistant.

Two minutes into his screams and hollers of laughter, the same all over torture began for Matt. At this cue, Kieran approached the writhing body of Sean and with all the evil delicacy he could manage, started tickling under his balls. Seconds later, the delirious Sean had a rock-like hardon which Kieran began to tickle with his other hand. The laughter, shrieking and half formed profanities grew until, with Jeb’s tickling at maximum intensity, Sean experienced an orgasm the likes of which he’d never imagined. Finally, with his ejaculation spent and Jeb’s mental blocks deactivated, Sean voluntarily passed out from sensory overload.

Kieran was turning his attention to Matt just as the tickling started for David. One by one the guys were taken over the edge, finally exploding into orgasm and a wave of unconsciousness. Jeb kept the ‘spent’ team members from waking.

“That has to be the biggest climax any of these dudes had ever felt – What a shame they don’t get to remember it,” Kieran reflected.

Jeb responded “Well Kieran I think both of us have had an absolutely first rate tickling experience today. Your contract with me is all but fulfilled, unless you voluntarily opt for an extension to cover the remainder of this training camp.”

Kieran churned this over in his mind as he helped get the six unconscious guys cleaned up and dressed, sneaking in a little taste of Eric’s exquisite navel as he went.

* * * * * *

Tag

“So what’s it like? Pussy-ville like we were expecting?” Sam inquired of David as one load of team members got their things off the minibus and the next six got ready to leave.

“Well I was totally skeptical of this training camp idea – right up to the point where we THRASHED THE TERRIERS GUYS TWELVE FUCKING GOALS TO THREE!!”

“No shit!” Sam received grinning nods of confirmation from the other team mates who’d arrived back with David.

Sean added: “Oh and Kieran’s found a cool sponsor too – wait til ya check the gear he’s got for you.”

“Who would friggin’ sponsor us?” Mike asked in a rhetorical way.

“We didn’t actually meet the dude” responded Eric. “But Kieran says he’ll probably turn up to see you guys play tomorrow – so tell him thanks big-time from us if he does – the skates and other gear fucking rule man.”

Sam gave Eric a friendly tickling jab in the sides as they were set to depart. After he giggled and retaliated, for just a split second Eric thought he’d forgotten something important.

Into Exile

Prince Sildian didn’t get to see the rest of his royal family before he and they were dispatched into exile in far flung corners of surrounding galaxies. And it was not only exile by isolation – their capsules were equipped with probes to collect local genetic material from the dominant species of whatever planet they were sent to and re-engineer their bodies into that physiology so that they were even exiled from their true form. The last he saw of his home was the gloating faces of the coup leaders. As the forced hibernation devices sapped away his consciousness he swore to himself he would try and return to take back control from these fanatic military-sponsored usurpers.

His capsule, which was only good for a one way journey, took him to Earth in a moderately distant solar system. While he was still held in forced hibernation the probes were sent out from the sea bed where the craft had landed. It located a group of what reputedly (going by data banks) was the dominant species of this world. They were five teenaged surfers perched on their boards waiting for the next set of waves. From each of the surfer dude’s feet, the probe painlessly removed a few tiny skin cells. With this material obtained, the metamorphosis was soon being instigated. Sildian’s body began to break down into masses of cells, which were reprogrammed with a hybrid of the DNA of the five surfers. He would grow into a person of about their age with an optimized mixture of their physical characteristics.

He regained consciousness as the growth accelerator was underway. He had his full mind and memory intact but was presently in the body of an infant human, completely frustrated at having almost zero coordination. Sildian was determined to try and over ride the self destruction mechanisms of the ship’s key equipment. By the time his body had aged to that of a seven year old he had enough dexterity to stagger around the craft and try to get to critical components to disconnect them. As he reached a pre adolescent stage he had some success in closing down certain devices. He’d just managed to break the destruct sequence as his body stabilized at that of an 18 year old (exceedingly hot) surfer/skater type guy.

The next hour was spent uploading language and cultural information necessary for him to blend in with this race.

The beach where the five guys were surfing was quite remote and they had come to camp the night there, with the place all to themselves.

Presently, another alien craft honed in on this same secluded bay. Jeb liked the look of the five young surfers as candidates for his much loved pass-time of tickling. The instrumentation that Sildian had rescued from total permanent shut-down was now the only technology on Earth that had detected and identified Jeb’s craft. Sildian was quite surprised to see one of Jeb’s race – the Polymorvaahz – here. The databank suggested they were a society not favorably disposed to travel, or of affairs outside their own world in general. But most significant at present was that their planet and Sildian’s were in the same neighborhood and this spaceship seemed like Sildian’s one hope of getting off the Earth and back home, or near to it. He decided to first send a probe out to observe the ship and its pilot more closely.

Minutes later he was an audience to something he found very unusual, but somehow intriguing too. The Polymorvaahz had taken on a human form at first and approached the five youths. Shortly afterward he had them subdued with a vapor he’d secreted into the air. Their clothes, or in a couple of cases, wetsuits, were removed and the boys were then held restrained against the now much enlarged alien’s exterior. As they regained consciousness the alien was explaining to them his intentions. They were to be tickled with such intensity as they had never imagined. He also identified himself as Jeb.

Sildian had to review data banks to discover what it actually meant to be tickled. The results appeared very bizarre – a form of laughter-inducing torture it seemed, particularly the way it was about to be done to these five anyway. He also noticed from the monitored proceedings, that Jeb was evidently capable of extracting information directly from human minds. It seemed likely he could implant things too, as the boys were having it explained to them that they would be quite unable to resist this tickling. A demonstration of this followed seconds later. The tallest of the five, a guy with knotted light blonde hair and a lean body was being tickled around his torso and instantly appeared void of self control and compelled to laugh vigorously and plead with his captor for it to stop.

Presently the entire group of teens was writhing in hysterical laughter and begging for mercy. Sildian, who as yet had no concept of what it felt like to be tickled, was quite confused by the whole activity. However, his newly acquired human form seemed to be showing something of an erotic response to what was happening. Of course, in the first ten minutes of acquiring his human physiology, Sildian had gone into puberty, and he remained in the later stages of this at present with all its consequent effects on his personality and mind. Watching the tickle torture of these guys was progressively giving him his first sexual fetish experience, and he now wished he could have a try at making one of the surfer boys laugh and struggle like that.

This slowly drove home the realisation that he was now subject to human traits. It would mean that unless he could set up a technological safeguard, Jeb would be able to read and meddle with his mind too if they came into close contact. “And it would seem a fair assumption that he would want to subject me to some of…..THAT, if I approached him too” thought Sildian. Watching these surfers in their pitiful state of hysterical laughter he reflected further: “and a prince such as me should never allow himself to be subject to such indignity!.” Nevertheless, his royal highness was still getting a pleasurable charge out of witnessing it from a safe distance.

The Ticklish Stow away

Jeb had given his human captives a short rest and one of them – a teen with short dark hair and large brown eyes that now glistened with tears of laughter – asked how much longer they would be tickled. Jeb replied to the guy (whose name was Marcus) that they could look forward to close to an hour of this “fun.”

With this information obtained, Sildian sprang straight into action – to board the ship while it’s owner is busy. He used residual fuel to take his capsule into shore where Jeb’s craft was camouflaged. Approaching it, he found that beyond the visual disguise, no other defense mechanisms could be detected by his sensors. This Jeb was a very casual and atypical Polymorvaahz indeed, Sildian reflected.

Moments later he had gained access. The ship computer was straight forward enough, though it hadn’t much in the way of human-friendly interfaces. Using his own equipment as a conduit, Sildian looked up the journey schedule of the ship. Descriptions were very patchy, but he could tell at least (to his dismay) that Jeb was not heading for home any time soon. Leaving that problem to one side, he attempted to open a data connection to Jeb’s home planet, to read what news of the political situation on his world had spread to nearby planets. Because his interface was less than ideal, Sildian inadvertently set up a two way flow of information with Jeb’s home planet. And, because Jeb did not use his data logs to store official materials, but rather hours of mental recall ‘footage’ of all his best tickling excursions, these were now being uploaded to Morva, just as the Presidium Committee were opening a brand new wing of the data archives before an assembled audience. If the Polymorvaahz had eyebrows, they would have been raised en masse as Jeb’s memoirs started booming out of the audio-visual monitors.

An enquiry was promptly commissioned. Moments later, Sildian was startled by a flashing message on the ship’s monitor bearing the Morvan Government insignia, urgently recalling this ship and its occupant home to Morva within the next radial cycle (about one Earth day) of receiving this summons. Still oblivious to the fact that he had just got Jeb into great spans of the worst bureaucratic red tape, Sildian thought it amazing luck that the ship had been recalled. He made a rushed trip back to his craft to gather as much as he could carry and then concealed himself in a storage area at the back of the ship.

His remaining challenge was to keep from being detected at least until the end of the journey to Morva. He gambled that the bits he had salvaged from the hibernation inducer in his capsule could be used to shield this human brain from emitting thoughts that Jeb would otherwise detect at close range.

So as Jeb returned, having wiped the memories of the five surfers of their ordeal, he found the summons message flashing on the ship monitor. Thinking it a great nuisance, but not imagining that his own activities had been leaked, he set off at once for home.

Sildian’s makeshift mind shield was working ok for the first 2 hours of the journey. Then its power cells started to die. As this made him nervous and agitated his more frenetic thought patterns started to ‘leak’. Just as he was realizing he needed to become calm and void of thoughts to make the device last better, Jeb became aware of him.

“How fascinating,” Jeb thought to himself, as he directed his telepathic senses to the corner of the ship where Sildian was hiding. It was a young human male it seemed. And yet its thoughts indicated some other origin.

Jeb decided to be a little more cautious than normal. He ducted a pure mixture of his relaxant gas to the storage room – enough to fill the room – and then waited.

At last Sildian had willed himself to relax and think of nothing. It suddenly seemed much easier to do. Then as he unknowingly breathed in deep lungfulls of Jeb’s gas his serious face resolved to distant, contented grin and moments later his conscious mind had shut down.

Sildian was kept unconscious for some time, as Jeb had learned from reading his memory that he had opened a two way data transfer with Morva through his clumsy use of the computer. Jeb now realised what the recall would be about, and looked at Sildian thinking “you my friend might be the last bit of fun I have for a good while.”

Indeed this was set to be a wonderful tickling session. Sildian had the memory and life experience of a young adult of Cygnus Vandare, but the physiology of a teenager from Earth. Though he had seen tickling a couple of hours earlier, he still had no idea of what the sensation was really like, since it was not possible to tickle himself. He had in fact tried this for a moment (after looking up the data on tickling) and when he felt nothing special he’d even half decided he must be still not human enough for tickling to work properly on him – little did he know.

Jeb decided to let the true nature of irresistible ticklishness be revealed to Sildian at the last possible moment. This would make a fun change to the other victims, which were usually cracking up with laughter in anticipation well before he’d laid a tentacle on them.

Sildian awoke to find he was restrained in much the same position he’d seen the five surfers. Jeb’s voice came from everywhere at once. “How do you do.”

“I….you…found me. How?” demanded the confused Sildian.

“Oh your hardware almost held up, but it leaked just enough for me to realize I wasn’t alone. Now that it’s an open secret, we have to figure out how to stay entertained for the remaining hours of this flight. I think you have a pretty good insight already into what I do for entertainment when in the company of humans.”

“Yes I saw – only I’m not human. I’m Prince Sildian of Cygnas Vandare in your own solar system and I seek immediate release from these restraints, if you wish to avoid major diplomatic consequences between our planets.”

Jeb thought this response wonderful – the boy hadn’t the slightest onset of anticipation for the tickling sensations he was soon to be swamped with.

“Yes I can see the gravity of what you say at face value Sildian. I’d point out three things however that you may not be fully aware of. Firstly, you didn’t see how my interactions with the five young humans concluded did you? They now have no recollection of it ever happening – just as you need not either, by the time we arrive tomorrow. Secondly, unfortunate though your exile is, it makes a diplomatic intervention by your government seem very remote. And thirdly, when you used my equipment back on Earth, you managed to transmit some data to Morva that is going to cause me a good deal of trouble, not to mention stowing away on my ship. So I think treating me to a few hours of tickling is the least you could do in the circumstances.”

“I object! and furthermore I doubt very much that my Vandarian mind will be overcome by whatever you propose to do to this human physiology. Your tickling and memory erasing won’t be so effective on a Prince of Cygnus Vandare Sir.”

“Well at risk of getting myself into further quarrels with my own government, I think we should test what you say immediately” responded Jeb in his friendly tone. To maximize Sildian’s ultimate ticklish humiliation, Jeb had decided not to telepathically shut down the boy’s mental resistance to tickling until the very last moment, when all would come crashing down.

With Sildian continuing to make pompous dismissive comments, Jeb brought just four tentacles out, one for each foot and the other two hovering near the boy’s shapely surfer’s forearms. The bottom tentacles made the lightest imaginable touch to Sildian’s baby smooth soles, just drawing circles in each arch very slowly. The upper pair started to drag as lightly and slowly as they could down the inside of Sildian’s arms, reversing in direction mid way along the biceps.

“You see” responded Sildian calmly, “my Vandarian mind is more than a match for this so called torture. Why I could ignore this for as long as I chose.” Behind his cool exterior, Sildian was finding the motion against his skin distracting enough and he noticed that his skin was twitching as the tentacles moved over it. His face remained passive and serious, but this was requiring steady concentration to keep from betraying the beginnings of a beaming grin.

“Yes I say you are doing remarkably well there Sildian” responded Jeb. “We’re going to increase the intensity in steadily larger increments around every thirty seconds.”

In fact that is how it would feel to Sildian, but the tickling intensity was actually only increasing very slightly in speed and touch. What was really happening every 30 seconds was that an increasingly large ‘chunk’ of his mental defenses against ticklishness would be deactivated by Jeb. The first change reduced it by 10 percent. Sildian adjusted his effort level to match the change he was feeling – holding his face a little more taut, distracting himself from the sensations on his skin a little more. “I see you are going to continue with this nonsense. I remain unaffected as you can observe.”

The next change reduced his defenses by another 15 percent. Sildian suddenly found that the sensations could no longer be imagined away and for a moment they started to catch up with him and his lips began to show a toothy smile. He fought back and forced his expression to appear smug rather than the vacant bashful grin it had been threatening to form into. Using his Princely arrogance to stay focused he was as yet able to bear the sensations, if not ignore them. He made another flippant remark to Jeb, during which the next intensity level suddenly commenced, taking another 20 percent off his control reserves: “Well I hope you’re not getting as bored as I am with thi…..ah ah with..this (breathing growing labored as he finished the sentence).

Now with nearly half his mental resistance deactivated, the circular motions under his arches and the tentacles dragging slowly up and down his outstretched arms were all he could think about. His attempt to look smug was steadily failing and his face muscles were tugging in opposing directions as he held at bay the urgent need to not only smile but let out a giggle.

For Sildian, self doubt had overtaken pride when the last change of intensity occurred. He was suddenly faced with the prospect that he did not have the power to resist Jeb, and decided to try one last piece of bravado to save his dignity. “Very well, as you see Sir we have both (pause to breathe and stay composed) been a little quick to underestimate each other’s talents. I congratulate you” (Sildian let the beaming smile take over as he said this, as if to disguise it as being deliberate and within his control. Of course, he was now stuck with it). “Pray let us now have an in depth discussion of your experiences on Earth and how you developed these talents, and I can also relay how I was able to so competently resist your….(at this moment the next intensity level began and a further 25 percent of his resistance was lost)…”aaaahhhh” his sentence was cut short as he now labored against the most urgent feeling of bottled up laughter.

“Oh I’d love to discuss those things with you Sildian. But I think we’re really finding the true extent of your skills now at this level.”

Poor Sildian was now transfixed on the sensations in his feet and arms. In his ignorance of tickling, he didn’t know that Jeb was barely scratching the surface of his many sensitive spots.

But he was starting to get the feeling each time the tentacles got up along his biceps, that something truly horrendous would happen if they continued that little bit further to the concavity where his arms met his body. That area (his pits) was beginning to tingle as though the nerves there were aware of how helpless he was to what was going on. His breathing was now a staccato panting and his mouth was wrenched open in a huge grin.

“Let me go! I…I demand to be let go. hehe I am Prince ahhh ahhh Sildian and I ahh ahhh DEMAND OF YOU!!…”

At that moment the last 30 percent of his resistance capacity was removed and though Jeb had paused all four tentacles at that same moment, just having their tips resting in contact with his skin was now sufficient to make Sildian launch in to a fit of constant falsetto giggles “heheheeehahahehe don’t ahehehehe don’t touch me hehehehe.”

“Sildian…you did admirably. And now I’m going to make you laugh, scream and beg in the most delightful anguish the universe has known. Here is what tickling really feels like. The ends of the four tentacles each divided into five and attacked Sildian’s feet and armpits. He shrieked at the top of his voice and then cackled out the laughter of someone who’s just discovered what it means to be tickled with no means of defense or escape.

Laughing Away the Lightyears

Humans, other than when they get themselves intoxicated, don’t like to be without control of their faculties and emotional expression. Vandarians, if anything, are twice as uptight about this as humans. This tickling was therefore truly a mental as well as physical torment for Sildian. His human teenage body was awash with spasms and futile muscle contractions that afforded him no protection or even retraction away from the furiously wiggling tentacles moving across his soles and armpits.

He had not successfully uttered a complete word of any syllable length since the moment Jeb had begun properly tickling him. Again and again he tried to phrase together a simple word like ‘please’. It came out as ‘hahaha..ple..hehehehahahahahahah..zzz.hahahaha’. This feeling was so unbearable and yet so stimulating. Without the tiniest essence of pain, yet it felt impossible to endure. And on it went, Sildian losing track of time, tentacles dancing across his exposed skin, body pulsating with useless evasion attempts, lungs and vocal cords laboring with the hysterical laughter.

When at last Jeb paused, the torment merely evolved. With the return of some degree of control came also the onset of immense humiliation at the pitiful situation Sildian found himself in. Jeb enjoyed this part of encounters also and was ever eager to capitalize.

“Now Sildian – had any more thoughts on how you were so able to resist me?”

He remained silent other than panting to normalize his breathing. What could he say anyway, apart from admitting total defeat which wasn’t something he’d willingly do. Eventually he decided to start negotiations again.

“Since I can’t make demands on you, I’m now asking you – will you release me?”

“Eventually” responded Jeb.

“Don’t you know this is many times crueler being inflicted on me than on Earthlings. They are used to it and have some…..tolerance to being made to…well…respond that way.”

“Actually they don’t retain their tolerance when it’s me tickling them, and some of them are as indignant as you at being made to laugh and beg like this, which makes it all the more fun. Just like now when I tickle your stomach.”

Before Sildian could compose any reply, the equivalent of 40 human fingers pounced on his tightly stretched mid section. He squealed momentarily and was then swallowed by the sensations and his own pitiful laughter.

Now the real teasing began. Jeb informed his writhing tickle victim that they would be recording a message to be transmitted to Cygnus Vandare informing them of Sildian’s current situation as Jeb’s apprehended stowaway.

Sildian’s struggles became more animated. “ahahaha NOOOO ahahaha you can’t hahahehehehahahah do that….pleheheheheheeeeeze.”

“Oh but I feel I must Sildian, since just a short time back you were telling me your Government would have something to say about your VIP status.”

“Please don’t ahahahaha tell them hahahahahaaaaaaa” Even with the gravity of his enemies being alerted to his escape from Earth, and his probable subsequent recapture by them, Sildian still had no hope of holding back his ticklish laughter. It seemed the absolute depths of humiliation. But Jeb could find lower depths still.

The tickling ceased again.

“Jeb, please – don’t give me away to my enemies. They’ll send me somewhere far worse next time. Please!.”

“I’m starting the recording…now.” Jeb made a factual statement to show it was Sildian he was holding on his ship, referring to equipment ID codes from the Vandarian capsule. He then suggested that the Vandarian Government might like to broadcast the following part of the message to show their citizens the punishment being given to Sildian for his escape from exile.”

At this news, Sildian discovered new depths of humiliation. His whole planet was about to watch him in ticklish torment. “NOOOOO!!! Jeb, I’ll do anything!!! Don’t send this please!! I….” but it was no use. A legion of Jeb’s probe-like tentacles made contact with Sildian’s ribs, sides and the inner parts of his thighs.

“Smile for the camera” taunted Jeb.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA stop hahahaha please hahahaha.”

“I’m afraid you will have to make an appeal to your government rather than me Sildian” Jeb responded after several minutes of begging. “Ask them to come to your aid and negotiate your release. Go on – they’ll hear your message.”

The ticklishness reverberating through his torso and legs eventually overwhelmed the last vestiges of his pride and Sildian made his plea: “hahaha help me hahaha please get me hahaha out of hhahaha…here hehehahahahaha.”

“Very good Sildian, but I think you should add ‘if you don’t save me Jeb will make me his permanent ticklish play thing’ Go on – you can say it..oh yes you can, or do you want me to continue for an hour before your next break?”

“hahaha ok haha….” and through his torment Sildian repeated the demeaning words Jeb had suggested.

For several minutes after the message had been finished the tickling of Sildian’s ribs, sides and thighs continued. When at last Jeb stopped and Sildian’s laughter subsided, despair began to set in and noble Prince Sildian’s face betrayed that he was poised to weep.

Jeb recognised this as the appropriate moment to reveal a few things to his captive.

“Sildian”

“What?” he responded sullenly.

“I didn’t transmit the message and I’m not giving you to your enemies. I was teasing you, and it worked superbly.”

This slowly sunk in and Sildian’s eye’s lit up with a mixture of hope and relief. “You did it to tease me?”

“Yes, and your humiliation levels ranked in the highest percentile of all of my past tickling victims.”

“So what are you going to do with me?”

“Finish tickling you and then organize you some transport from Morva to wherever you need to go.”

“I…I see. Well, I thank you Jeb, though you’re still a fiend!”

“Yes, and you’re still helpless.” Tentacles were springing to life and this was enough to make Sildian once again crack up with laughter in anticipation of their arrival.

There would be no relief just for now.

Sildian’s Departure

The last hour of Sildian’s journey was more agreeable as he finally received his release from Jeb’s tickling. He grudgingly began to see the amusing side of it, and Jeb hosted him well for the balance of the trip. A rendezvous was arranged with one of Sildian’s loyal allies.

For reasons of stealth, Sildian was to be dropped secretly at a low key fueling and transport connection space port within the solar system containing his and Jeb’s worlds. With the ship docked to a fueling facility, Jeb sent out a pressure-sealed tube which linked with a small airlock on the space port. This connection was of much smaller dimensions than would ever normally be used by living beings to cross to the station – being meant for small package transfer.

All of Sildian’s equipment was sent through the tube, plus some extra items Jeb had given him long term loan of to aid with his mission. Then, after making his goodbyes, Sildian himself crawled in, arms first and began to worm his way through the soft flexible tube to the other end. Although there was a transfer of pressurized air to push him along, it was a very tight fit, no wider than his body.

As he reached about one third of the way along he heard Jeb’s voice.

“Oh by the way Sildian, I have one last parting gift for you. I’ll now lift the last bit of mental tinkering that was remaining. Enjoy the rest of the crossing .”

At that second Sildian noticed for the first time that he had remained undressed since the end of the tickle torture. This hadn’t even occurred to him, due to Jeb’s programming. Before he could feel self conscious about this, the smooth inner lining of the tube he was squeezing through became alive and writhing with Jeb’s tickling nodules and tentacles a few inches ahead of him.

“Oh NOOO, Jeb DON’T!!” he demanded.

He tried to stop and back away, but there was still pressurized air forcing him slowly forward and the tube was too narrow to allow proper crawling – forward or back, only snake-like sliding. His arms started to slide over the wriggling devices and it was all he could do to try and sway them out of the way. Once they made contact above his elbows it was no use and he burst out with ticklish laughter as masses of tickling appendages found every piece of skin on his upper arms.

To make it worse Jeb’s non rigid transfer tube began to flatten out in profile, so travel along it was becoming like sliding between two tongues, each covered with furiously oscillating and probing soft protrusions.

His head, neck, shoulders and armpits were next to reach the torturous surface and by this stage Sildian was in total hysterics and trying to yell out pleas for mercy to Jeb. The narrowness of the tube prevented him retracting his arms to defend the areas now exposed. All he could do was wail with laughter as things got more and more intensely ticklish.

All his ribs, chest and upper back were now enveloped in the torture. Through his torment he vaguely heard Jeb say that he was passing the halfway mark of the transfer.

This was so intense and unbearable. His sides, stomach and lower back had reached the tentacles and he found himself making futile twisting actions to try and pull away from the sensations. This in fact only made it more ticklish if anything.

The next region in line for the torturous contact was as ticklish as the rest of Sildian, but additionally was the focus of all the arousal that his acquired human teen body, at the tail end of puberty, had encountered in the short time he had been in this human form.

As tickling tentacles started to swarm over and between his buttocks, across his pelvis and into his crotch, frantic laughter and writhing began to be joined by parallel sensations of pleasure overload, and his hysterical laughter took on a manly hoarseness to express these new surges of sensation.

Before much longer, his legs and feet were quivering with ticklishness as at last his whole body was under attack. It was another thirty five feet to the airlock and he was sliding through at something under 8 inches a second.

So it was that Sildian endured a final minute of the most excruciating tickle torture. In the last 30 seconds his aimless writhings started to conform to a more regular rhythm emerging from his pelvic region. It was almost as involuntary as his torrents of laughter and squeals, but it did also have a sense of purpose. As his senses swam with ticklish stimulation, the rhythm managed yet to grow and his body was now purposefully convulsing through the tube as all of Sildian’s backlog of unattended teen hormones coursed through his system.

He was faintly aware that he could make out the end of the tube but it now seemed irrelevant. He gave in completely to the tickling and the instinctive thrusting of his hips, feeling his voice rise to a shriek, then waves of the most exquisite pleasure radiate from his center of gravity along all his nerve pathways. In the final 6 feet of the tube he experienced the most massive orgasm in the history of space travel, all the while howling with ticklish laughter. As he was squeezed out the end of the tube into the airlock he finally fainted from sensory bombardment.

When he awoke surrounded by his collection of possessions (and a set of clothes Jeb had sent down behind him), the connection and the ship itself were gone.

With this deed complete Jeb made straight for home, regretting that he couldn’t store a computer backup of his mental imagery of the past 24 hours for posterity, without it becoming ripe for discussion by the investigating committee he would no doubt have to face upon arrival home.

Flashbacks at the Enquiry

Jeb was confident that he had managed not to actually breach galactic laws in his activities, however the committee and their bureaucracy were going to take some convincing of this before they left him to his own devices once again. The Hockey team incident would probably be the most open to question, particularly the second lot of team members he had hosted.

The Inquiry Committee was a team of six, comprising mainly legal experts plus a couple of scholars with a research background in life on distant planets. One of the latter – Dr Qidwyrm – had been in some of Jeb’s undergraduate courses. They could have wound up friends, but for Qidwyrm’s competitive nature back then (Jeb out-scored him in a couple of debates and course assessments, and in fact had been given first option on the research degree that ultimately went to Qidwyrm when Jeb opted out of mainstream life to travel the galaxy instead).

The enquiry was called to order and the examination of the data bank evidence commenced. The first of Jeb’s encounters shown to the committee as an example of several other similar episodes was a situation in Earth year 1976 involving two college freshmen – Todd and Jim, plus Greg – a younger teen ………….

“But Todd, are you sure we should be doing this?” Jim began. “I mean the as much as I can make out from this ad, it’s some kind of joint government and corporate research, and like you especially aren’t a fan of either our government or corporations. Do we want their forty bucks?.”

Todd gave it a moment’s thought, then responded “I’m comfortable with it. And just to allay any doubts, I’m going to spend a percentage of my forty bucks making some new posters for our student left alliance, so the funds are helping us to be a thorn in the Government’s side. Plus Greg here needs some spending money for the summer break.” He gave Greg a warm pat on the shoulder.

Greg stayed quiet. He was only just 16 and hadn’t really acquired his 18 year old brother Todd’s interest in social causes, although he looked up to Todd enough to go along with most of his ideas. This idea was to respond to an advert Todd had found on a notice board at his campus for paid research participants in some non-specified kind of experiment. Each participant was offered $40 cash for two hours involvement – a very good deal in 1976.

They found the office address Todd had been given over the phone. It was unusually situated amid warehouses and factories, which were all now closed for the day.

A young adult man in a lab coat came to the front desk to greet them. This was Jeb in his latest human form. He first introduced himself as Dr Morvan but then added “please call me Jeb.”

Jeb explained that he could let on only certain aspects of the experiment to them in order to keep the results from being skewed by participants’ prior knowledge. In summary it involved how people react under forms of stress or distraction, but did not employ anything unsafe or liable to cause pain.

The boys were eager for their $40 and open-minded enough not to be phased by a lack of full knowledge of what was to follow. They signed the consent forms (Greg pretending he was over 18 and authorized to sign this for himself).

Jeb then led each of them to separate rooms and suggested that for now they made themselves comfortable. About 5 minutes later the three of them were crashed out in the blissful slumber that Jeb was able to impose on humans. They awoke restrained to curved upright columns with their shirts, pants and footwear removed. They were arranged in an inward facing circular configuration so that the guys could see one another. They began to panic and Todd made immediate complaints.

“Hey! what the hell’s going on?”

“Don’t you remember?” came Jeb’s reply, as though through an amazingly clear speaker system.

This question caused a few moment’s hesitation, but Todd wouldn’t be bamboozled quite so easily. “Man have you drugged us? Because that wasn’t part of the deal. And how come we’re tied to these…things?.”

“Well as we’re experimenting with reactions to stresses and major distractions, we began the session by trying to remove any background stresses you might have amassed throughout the day. In those booths I took you to, we used a mixture of harmless methods to help you all relax. They were obviously so effective on you Todd, and perhaps your companions too, that you drifted out of consciousness and came into this room in a dream state. Perhaps you can’t even recall the personality assessments I gave each of you? If not, then you should make very good subjects.”

Jeb knew they definitely had no recollection of either (particularly since the personality assessment was a telepathic extraction). But it was amusing to see what this did to their confidence levels.

Greg and Jim just exchanged bashful looks. Todd shook his loosely curled ash-brown hair out of his face and decided for now to go along with this weird experiment. “Well I’ll have something to say about it if this proves to be un-ethical Doctor, but we’re here so we might as well get it over with now.”

“Very good idea Todd. Now I gather from your assessments that you were the person who raised the idea of participating in my study with your friend and brother – the leader of this little group if you like. I’m interested to see how this hierarchical relationship influences the types of responses we get today. As outlined already, there are to be no harmful aspects to the experiment. Instead we will be imposing the necessary stresses and distractions on you using my advanced adaptation of the common-place technique you would know of as tickling.”

The three of them took a moment to register what Jeb had just said and by the time it had sunk in they were noticing just how escape-proof and even struggle-proof their restraints seemed to be. This had not been as high on their considerations up to this point, probably because Jeb’s restraints were so unusually comfortable in the way they fitted the contours of a person’s wrists, ankles, elbows and waist. But suddenly it seemed to matter a great deal.

Jim was the first to find his voice this time: “You mean…you want to…..tickle us?”

“Yes and interview you in various ways during the process.”

Jim whispered to himself the words “no fucking way.”

Greg, who as a little brother at least had a long history of being tickled by the likes of Todd and his buddies, was nevertheless feeling way out of his comfort zone at this point. In a nervous whisper he called to his brother: “Todd, I don’t think I’m up for this. You know how crazy it makes me. Can you get him to let me down and I’ll…like…just wait outside.”

Todd was only half paying attention to Greg, because Jeb’s implanted ticklishness enhancement was making him kind of nervous about his own predicament. As Jeb had hinted, Todd was in a sense the leader figure in this group. Both Jim and Greg tended to follow his initiatives on things, whether it was dragging Jim along to political demonstrations, or being Greg’s foremost mentor. In his restrained position and under the effects of Jeb’s programming, it suddenly felt like his team leadership status was in jeopardy.

He began to snap himself back to his more self-confident and defiant attitude – if he could get Greg removed from the situation he would earn his forty bucks and be sure to just stay focused enough through the doctor’s tickling experiment not to make himself look lame in front of Jim. It would be hard, but not impossible, he decided.

“Hey Doctor – my brother here isn’t interested in this experiment. He just came along at my suggestion and you won’t get good data from him. So if you don’t mind coming and undoing him he’ll just wait outside.”

Jim chimed in with “I think, um, I’d be a pretty bad subject too you know Doctor….”

“Come on Jimbo.” interrupted Todd, “how hard could it be man? Just stay cool under pressure is the idea.”

Jeb now answered them: “I’m afraid I would have missed collecting most of my best data if I’d given people easy exit from the experiment at this early stage. Regarding Greg, we’ll address the issue of excluding him from the experiment a little later on and he won’t have to actively participate prior to then – only observe.”

At this, Greg at least was able to feel a little relief and he replied OK (not that Jeb was actually negotiating anything).

“Todd, as the instigator of this visit here, you shall also be the first active participant. So tell me – you were the only one of this group not to suggest pulling out of the experiment a moment ago. What gave you the confidence to stay the course?”

“Well,” Todd responded, “in spite of a few misgivings I expressed earlier, I’m relying on the assumption that this is ethical research that won’t interfere with our civil rights.”

“Yes I note from our assessment session that you are an avid student of law and politics, with a lot of views about upholding rights. Now, in a few moments I am going to start tickling you. A natural response, assuming you aren’t able to block out the sensation, will be for you to make requests, demands or other forms of appeals for the ticking to cease. How do you think this experiment should be tailored to react to such appeals? Am I obliged to cease in other words?”

“Well I don’t intend to let myself be so affected that I’d need to make any requests like that. But of course speaking on the principle, the only right thing would be for you stop.”

“And if I were to tell you that of the fifty college students that have been through this experiment already, one hundred per cent have reacted at extreme levels of ticklish response and only lasted between 3 and 12 seconds of tickling before letting out their first of hundreds of subsequent appeals to stop, and that I then continue tickling them in spite of these appeals – I wonder if you want to offer your own view on that situation in the remaining seconds before it starts happening to you.”

The sense of menace and vulnerability that Todd had put out of his mind a couple of minutes earlier now came flooding back. Around him a series of soft pliable looking tentacle type objects began to emerge from the pillar he was attached to. This was a shock – he’d imagined Jeb would enter the room to tickle him with his hands or something, giving him a few moments warning to start concentrating on remaining calm.

But now so unexpectedly, these curious things were moving around right beside him and he hadn’t even begun to make himself ready for the assault.

Oh Fuck – he thought to himself. His talent for making impassioned speeches was his last recourse to buy time, screw the forty bucks and get himself out of this situation. “In…in that case Doctor, I protest on the basic principle that you have a duty to respect the rights of your volunteers. Your experiments are contrary to the letter and spirit of the Bill of Rights and we want no part in them.”

The tentacles were now making for his upper sides, their ends starting to wriggle… “Hey I mean it man! get us out of here or I’ll have you before the supreme court!! Are you listening to m….”

Pounce went the tickling appendages onto Todd’s torso as he was in mid sentence – a sentence he never finished.

Jeb started counting the seconds as Todd emptied his first lung full of air in fits of uninhibited laughter. It was at the six second mark as he drew in his first of countless desperate breaths that Todd cried out “STOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAP!.”

Under Stress

At first Todd was fighting – and failing utterly – to ward off the ticklishness that was surging through his being. Through glazed over eyes he saw his best friend Jim, and kid brother Greg blankly looking on at his own gross display of weakness of will. Having this audience to his torment made him fight that little bit harder to reclaim control. But all it amounted to was some garbled threat to Jeb spread disjointedly over three lung-fulls of wild laughter. But the sensations running up and down his sides were crushing his dissent with every passing second.

It was no use – this tickling was unbearable and his options for doing anything to escape it seemed non-existent. With no more angst or threats at his disposal, he vaguely heard himself start to plead for mercy. The words were just coming out by themselves and it he was so irresistibly ticklish he could no longer imagine holding them in.

“HAAHAAHAHAAA..PLEASE!!! HAHA DONT HAHAHAHA PLEHEEEHEHEHEEEZZZ…”

It was a dozen further lungfulls of wailing laughter and increasingly pathetic pleading before Jeb paused to interview his ticklish subject.

“Now Todd you’re no doubt eager for a break. Just be sure to answer my questions as thoughtfully as you can during this time. The incentive for you is that it delays the inevitable next stint of tickling.”

Todd’s mouth still hung open and his tight chest heaved with panting breaths and sweet rediscovery of self control.

Jeb continued: “So let’s see what this dilemma you find yourself in is doing to the group dynamic we observed at the start. Todd, is it difficult being made to laugh and plead like that in front of two people who look up to you?”

Todd’s face flushed as Jeb rubbed this in. He sorely desired not to have to answer that in any form, but Jeb had indicated the length of this pause in tickling was dependent on the success of the interview.

“It…it…um didn’t cross my mind” he lied, avoiding eye contact with his companions.

“Then how about empathizing with their current situation? Jim will be feeling increasingly uneasy, wondering when this treatment is going to start happening to him, all the while watching your reactions. Your brother Greg has at present been granted observer status, but all the same would be feeling vulnerable – attached to that column so securely. Can they still count on you to negotiate on their behalf ? To keep them from having to go through what you’re going through?”

Jim and Greg were feeling exactly what Jeb had just described. And they began to feel rather more vulnerable as their names were mentioned.

Todd simmered in frustration. “All I can do is appeal to you again to drop all of us from this experiment. My God-parent is a State congressman and whatever government backing you may have, this can’t be legal to tread all over our rights. So…just..no..WAIT…ahahahahaaa…”

Todd’s stomach and armpits were the next targeted areas and they were both unbearably ticklish.

“Todd I think we’ve already discounted the effectiveness of describing legal repercussions to me in solving your dilemma. You do have just one decision open to you as the leader of this group, and that is to either submit yourself to as much of the tickling as I am prepared to allocate to you, or to try and minimize your share of it. Do you understand?”

“HAHAHAH…YES…HAHAHAHAH PLEASEHAHAHAHAHSTOP….”

“In that case tell me whether you should get the minimum or maximum possible share of the tickling in this experiment.”

“HAHAHAHA Mi….HAHAHA MINIMUM HAHAHAHA….”

“And you say that knowing it will mean the tickling you avoid will be allocated to both Jim and Greg here?” Now Greg was becoming just as anxious as Jim.

Poor Todd writhed for a couple of seconds before blurting out “YES HAHAHAHAHAHA…”

This same answer was obtained two or three more times from the hysterical Todd across several minutes, before Jeb finally gave him a rest.

Jeb chirped in with “Well it seems like it’s time for my other two subjects to join in.”

Through his panting, Todd murmured “I’m sorry guys I didn’t mean it.”

Jeb responded before Jim or Greg could think of anything to say. “Todd did you just say you didn’t mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well I’m afraid you need to actually mean it. And each time I detect doubt in your decision, it will subsequently take a more dramatic display of conviction to convince me the next time.”

A swarm of tickling devices found their way to Todd’s feet and behind his knees, catching him by surprise.

“WHahahahahaa NOOO hahahah you CAN’T HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA…..”

“So, whereas before you just had to say you wanted the minimum share, now you need to actually lobby me to tickle your friend and brother in your place. So let’s hear it – I won’t give you another chance for ten minutes otherwise.”

“HAHAHAHA TICKLE them HAHAHAA COME ON HAHAHAHA TICKLE THEHEHEHEHEM HAHAHAHAHA….”

Jeb paused the tickling devices on the first response this time and said “You’re sure you mean it?.”

“ahhh (panting) yeah.”

“Say it again while I’m not tickling you.”

“I…I think you should….tickle them.”

“Say it using their names and their relationship to you.”

“I think you…should tickle my best friend Jim…and my…my..brother Greg.”

“Instead of you?.”

” (long pause) Instead of me.”

“Well,” responded Jeb, “that’s getting more convincing I concede. A pity you paused and looked so pained as you said the more difficult words.” With this the tickling started up again on Todd’s feet and rear knees, with more devices venturing up to his ultra-sensitive inner thighs. He was immediately wailing out laughter and mixing feeble protests and pleas again.

“This time Todd, you’ll have to go much further. You have to be a vocal salesman and cheer squad, convincing me of how much fun your friend and brother will be to tickle, and spurring me on every step of the way. No guilty pauses. No pained expressions. I have to believe that you will adore every second of watching them being tickled. I’ll ask you now if you understand and can comply, or otherwise I’ll ask again following half an hour of tickling you. So can you do this Todd?”

“HAHAHAHA YES HAHAHAAA PLEASE STOP I’LL HAHAHAHA DO IT….”

“You have to floor Todd – and if you don’t get it this time I fear it will become an impossible task for you.”

Todd’s conscience was now the prisoner of his ticklishness. He buried it out of mind and applied himself to Jeb’s challenge.

“Man – hey you think I’m ticklish? Wait till you try these two. Jim will be like pleading and freaking out from the first touch, or before that even. And as for Greg, I can tell you every ticklish spot on his body and how to make him scream with laughter. Come on – I really want to see these two guys laugh and beg. Your machine is the most colossal tickling device I’ve ever seen and I really gotta see it tried out on these two.”

“I’m believing you Todd” Jeb responded. “Keep it going while we commence and you can take a rest afterwards. Think of them as members of the opposing team and let them know you’re enjoying their situation.”

Alongside the mortified Greg and Jim, Jeb’s tentacles emerged and the two guys began to make useless struggling efforts, their faces breaking out in forced toothy smiles.

Todd took the cue: “Oh that’s right guys – squirm all you like. It won’t do you any good. You’re gonna totally suffer! And when you’re trying to beg for him to stop, I’m gonna convince him to keep going.”

Jim retorted “shut up man! Oh fuck please no.”

“Give it to em good Doc” called Todd.

The tentacles launched themselves onto Jim’s ribs and sides and Greg’s stomach and pits. The two of them felt their last quarter hour of bottled up tension release as their vulnerable bodies finally pulsated with helpless hysterical laughter.

Somewhere around this point, Todd’s play-acting began to feel almost natural to him. With a little telepathic encouragement from Jeb, Todd started to believe his own hype and became genuinely enthusiastic at the sight of poor Greg and Jim shrieking with laughter in their ticklish torment.

“STOHAHAHAHAP” screamed Jim… “PLEAHEHEHEZZZZZE” cackled Greg.

“What do you think Todd? Are they ready for a break?”

“Oh no way man. You should really make them wail and beg for it a whole lot more. That’s the only way you’ll earn their full compliance” (I should know all about that, he reflected).

“Did you hear that boys – Todd says keep going. I think what we’ll do is get you both to direct your appeals to Todd instead of me. Try and convince him to help you and persuade me to stop on your behalf.”

This message finally got through to Greg and Jim. Greg wailed to his brother “TODD HAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE I CAN’T HAHAHAHA TAKE ANYMORE….”

Jim appealed also : “MAKE HIM HAHAHAHAHA STOP MAN HAHAHAHAHAAA COME ON HEEHEHELP US HAHAHAHAHA.”

Todd’s deeply buried conscience started to stir just a little. “Well Doctor, this is so entertaining I hate to suggest giving them a break. But you know, it would also be fun to hear them try and reason with you a little, before tickling them senseless some more.” What a piece of diplomatic mastery, Todd thought to himself.

Jeb gave the boys a break.

“Thanks…asshole” panted Jim.

Greg stayed quiet. Jeb read his thoughts and prompted him to share them: “Greg, what do you think about the situation?”

“I think I want some payback” he replied. “My brother here should be tickled next for selling us out to you.”

Todd jumped in: “Don’t listen to him Doctor. He’s got so many ticklish spots I can tell you about right now if you want. Same with Jim.”

Jeb let the three of them squabble with each other for a few moments, then adjudicated: “I need to comply with the deal Todd brokered so creatively to reduce the share of the tickling falling solely on him (Todd sighed with relief at this). And also I accept Greg’s suggestion of punishment being in order for selling out he and Jim. So this time you’re all going to be tickled.”

“No wait!” yelled Todd “how can I be rewarded and punished for the same thing? That’s not fair!.”

Indeed it wasn’t, but soon all three of the boys were wailing and cackling in excruciating ticklishness.

* * * * *

At the enquiry hearing, Jeb was musing on why this particular episode had been chosen to watch in full. It wasn’t that this was any more extreme than the other people he had tickled during that fortnight of experiments, although it was probably the most fun. No – it would be his decision in relation to young Greg…..

* * * * *

…..It was subsequent to Jeb revealing himself as an alien, but prior to him revealing he could read their minds, that it had occurred. For Todd and Jim, Jeb’s extraterrestrial revelation merely added to their generally freaked out state. Greg however, in spite of his predicament, was enthralled. He’d had a little streak of the fantasy/sci-fi loving nerd through his early teens, reading avidly and imagining how cool it would be to meet a being from another world. As Greg caught his breath during a lapse in the tickling, he reflected that his dream was coming true. He wondered if somehow he could get to know this Jeb. He also thought over how cool such a friend would be for sorting out some of the belligerent people at his high school.

Jeb picked up on all these thoughts and decided on a whim to see what sort of friendship could be possible with this alien-smitten youth.

“Well Greg,” he commenced, “Since you might have been spared any of this if Todd had been able to endure his tickling, I’ll now agree to your earlier request – you can sit out the remainder of the session. All three of you will leave here with no memories of what occurred, so if you like Greg I’ll get you down and the next thing you will be aware of is walking to the bus when the three of you have left here, with your $40 but no story to tell for how you earned it.”

This news was almost as alarming to Greg as when he’d discovered himself restrained and set to be tickled. He didn’t want to forget having encountered Jeb. Not that he could stand being tickled by him. Whatever could he do?

“Um Doctor…Jeb, I don’t want to forget this. Not yet. Let me stay and help you. Please! I’ve always wanted to tickle my older brother anyhow. This could be my only chance! And I know so many other people you could tickle. It’d be so much fun. Just our secret. What do you say?”

Jeb was pleased “well you offered all that not realising I can read human thoughts. For the benefit of the others in the room who don’t have this facility, Greg was 100 percent sincere with what he just said to me. Alright Greg, you can leave here with your memory of the afternoon intact and we will meet every few days until I leave, to discuss life on other planets. And of course to lead me to good tickling subjects.”

Greg felt the restraints loosen and he plodded to the floor, taking a few moments to find his balance after the period of total immobility.

Todd broke into the conversation: “Hey come on. Just let us go too man. Greg – ask your friend to let us go.”

Greg grinned at his helpless brother, then crouched down and went to work tickling his feet.

“GREHEHEHEHEG HAHAHAHA STOP IT HAHAHAHAAA you HAHA little FUHUHAHAHAKER.”

“Say please and I’ll think about it” responded Greg.

So Greg at last got to experience the dominant sibling role and he enjoyed it immensely. In collaboration with Jeb he tickled Todd and Jim for the next hour, ignoring their pleas, threats and other protests.

When the session at last concluded it was also fun to watch Jeb put them into his special trance-like state (Jeb was explaining things as he went, but some of it was over Greg’s head) and see them walk in a zombie like state out to the front door of the building.

“Are you positive they won’t remember what happened?” Greg asked, now slightly worried he could be in for horrendous payback if Todd ever recalled the last hour.

“Allow me to convince you” replied Jeb. He placed a tentacle on Greg’s forehead and Greg’s consciousness slipped away.

The three guys were walking down the road to the bus stop, each 40 dollars richer and thinking how easy the experiment had been. It was only when they had got on the bus and it had departed the street with Jeb’s laboratory that the cue for Greg to remember everything was triggered.

As it all came flooding back, this certainly convinced Greg that Jeb had created amnesia for the events in Todd and Jim’s minds. Greg now looked forward to his next visit to the laboratory and its strange inhabitant.

{Author’sNote: a partial sequel to this plot line – A Summer Holiday to Earth, was the first published Jeb story.}

Bound by Sponsorship Agreements

Following the viewing of Jeb’s tickling ‘experiments’, the committee of enquiry examined material from some 20 Earth years later when Jeb had returned and tickled the twin sons of Greg, the only human to that point who had retained full memory of his encounters, and then also tickled Greg himself, with his twin sons watching on and even participating.

The main issue being highlighted by those on the enquiry who felt determined to see Jeb censured, was not that he was carrying out activities involving less advanced species of a closed-access planet, even though they obviously frowned on this too unless it was research related. Rather, it was that he had been allowing any of the humans to remember their experiences, which was stipulated as something to be avoided in the intergalactic codes.

The next evidence examined was for a ‘contractual alliance’ Jeb had formed with one of his tickling victims – a young sports coach who himself had a strong passion for tickling. This had led to a dozen members of a hockey team finding themselves as Jeb’s tickling subjects, six at a time.

* * * * *

Kieran turned to Jeb with the demeanor of an excited kid and asked “So has this sleep inducer thing got enough grunt to work on them before they even hit the sack?”

“Oh I’d think so, if that’s what you’d enjoy” responded Jeb.

The second contingent of team members had spent their first day of training at the hockey camp and were back at their dorm room following a late evening gym session and a shower. Sam, Ben and Joe were wandering around with only bath towels around their waists, while deciding what clothing to put on. Mike and Evan wore snug-fit tank tops and shorts, while Norwegian student Per had got as far as putting on knee-length track pants and was selecting a T-shirt from his bag.

Kieran activated the device and its sub-sonic oscillations radiated out to the six team members. Their gear had been kept all together along the back of sofas in a social area of the dorm room away from the beds. So all six guys were within a few feet of one another as the sleep inducer, outputting on high, began to bite.

At five seconds, Mike and Sam’s conversation about Star Wars trilogies stalled as they lost their train of thought. Eight seconds in, Ben and Evan decided they could sort their gear better if seated on the nearby sofa and each sat themselves down. By twelve seconds, Joe was moaning something half coherent like “How the fuck did I get so tired?.” Then Ben and Evan were deep asleep on one sofa. Per leaned groggily over his bag and then his head nodded forward and he sprawled himself face down, fast asleep. Joe, Mike and Sam had all made for the other sofa at around the same time – all were unconscious upon arrival. The result was a now naked Joe and Sam (having lost their towels), sprawled along the sofa, with Mike kind of sandwiched in between, his face resting on Joe’s stomach and his left arm cradling Sam’s Chest.

Kieran had watched all but the first five seconds of this and was totally thrilled with the results. He maneuvered the sleeping Per onto the free space of the sofa occupied by Ben and Evan. Jeb began his analyses of each of the guys, along the same lines as had been done to the first six team members.

Inside his spacecraft, the information was being relayed and synthesis of a new batch of clothing and skates began. This generation of gear had a few software (and soft-wear) improvements to the interface between Jeb’s mind and the team members. The capacity for signals emanating from the guys’ minds was increased enough for the next day’s tickling encounter to be rather more interactive among the team members. A special tiny patch which adhered to the back of each guy’s ear would serve to allow the link up and remote control to function even when they were fully undressed.

With all Jeb’s scanning and affixing of nutrient patches completed, Kieran had the pleasant chore of putting each guy into bed. He’d had to get Jeb to check telepathically what sleepwear the three nude guys would have put on, so they would wake up next day with no suspicions. With Sam still half sprawled across Mike, Kieran approached with the selected pair of briefs, socks and T shirt. Taking hold of Sam’s ankles, the light blue briefs were slipped over his large feet, then gradually slid up over the ample clusters of ice skater thigh muscle. With a final bit of leverage, they were hugging Sam’s tight buttocks. Kieran had just as much fun getting the pair of socks on those surprisingly smooth feet. At last Sam and Mike were un-tangled and Kieran stretched out Sam’s arms for the T shirt to slide over his athletic torso. He achieved several unconscious giggles out of Sam during these stages, which was a good sign for the next day’s team ordeal.

After some minutes, numerous sleepy giggles and much job satisfaction, Kieran had all six guys tucked into bed.

* * * * *

Final score Catamounts 10, Connecticut Huskies 3. Jeb had been more of a facilitator this time around, giving the team a sixth sense of one another’s presence and intentions. Even so, the results were scarcely less magnificent than the previous match, and the guys were euphoric.

With Kieran’s encouragement they remained in the rink for some time after the other team had moped off to quarters (the Huskies having a tighter departure schedule to adhere to anyway). Kieran and the new team sponsor Mr Morvan congratulated the guys on their win.

Seconds after the match finished, Sam had sent a boasting cell phone text message to the other team members who’d had their impressive win at this same venue two days prior. Team hotshot Eric received the message as he was pulled up at a gas station. He’d been road testing his new wheels – an old motorcycle acquired that very day. Grinning at the news, he figured he was only 25 minutes away from the camp as he’d taken a good long ride. “Why not crash their celebration a while” he thought to himself.

Back at the hockey rink, with the other team already away, there was a moment’s awkwardness among the winners. Had they heard right what their sponsor had just said? “Space craft?”

Six of them stood there wondering if they really had to humor this seriously weird dude, even granting the cool gear he’d thrown their way.

Then as Jeb continued to talk of preposterous things, his predictions started to happen.

“You will all be unable to move as I finish this sentence.”

Kieran chirped in “Relax guys, Jeb here is just going to have some fun with you, but nothing terrible is going to happen. You saw the other six come out of here all fine and well yeah? They had exactly the same fun that’s in store for you. Well, pretty similar anyways.”

“Now” said Jeb. “I don’t want you thinking today’s win wasn’t down to your hockey skills. You did very well all of you. I did contribute a little though by transferring your thoughts and instincts between each other. But had I wanted to, I could have played the game through you. Observe – you are all about to go for a circuit skate of this rink under my control.”

The astonished boys found their legs and torsos moving by remote control as they skated in a tight formation around the rink. Then they were once again facing Jeb and Kieran, all unable to summon the motor control to lift a finger or speak a word.

“Who’s ticklish?” asked the beaming Kieran. “We’re all going to have some major tickling fun this afternoon. I can barely wait for us to get to the ship to begin.”

“Perhaps an entree here then” responded Jeb. “Evan, you are going to skate around the rink while pushing Mike along in front of you. Mike you will only have the use of speech from the time you start moving. And your new skates are going to be tickling your feet with an intensity set to match the speed they are traveling.”

Evan found his body obediently grasping mike around his hips and propelling him forward. At once Mike’s skates started delivering countless pin points of tickling vibrations to his soles. He was still powerless to physically resist but at the same time felt every bit of the sensation.

“Oh shihihitahahahaha stohahapit dude hahaha.”

But Evan was gaining speed now and within seconds all of Mike’s recovered speech ability was taken up with fits of laughter. As they whizzed past the rest of the team he managed to shriek “Make him hahaha stohahahahahahap!!!.”

After three laps Jeb brought the demonstration to an end. Mike’s face was flushed and eyes desperate as he struggled to catch his breath.

Kieran addressed his team: “And now boys, things are going to go hazy until you wake up in Jeb’s ship ready for the real tickling to begin.” The six astonished guys felt their surroundings fade away. Ten minutes later, all was ready to begin in the ship.

* * * * *

It had been Kieran’s suggestion, but Jeb was intrigued by the idea. The improved thought relay technologies used with these guys made it possible to implement tickling scenarios between the team members for Kieran and Jeb’s amusement.

The six guys regained consciousness inside the ship. They were each sitting on cushioned recesses that had a strange alive sort of feel. These were arranged in a circular chamber, allowing the guys to see one another. In the center of the room was a low bench made of the same curious material.

The naked guys were not restrained, but were still under Jeb’s paralysis control thanks to their ear patch transceivers.

Kieran entered the chamber. “Hey team, ready for your afternoon of tickling fun? It’s ok, I know you can’t answer yet. But no matter, you’re all gonna surprise yourselves with how you take to it. Now I’m going to explain the thing you probably want to know worst of all right now – how to recover your ability to move and talk. I can tell you that it’s going to be given back to you for ten minutes at a time until we’re through with this exercise, and you need to be able to concentrate on the right things to make it happen in a way that’s to your favor rather than to your great disadvantage.”

Kieran paced around the circle of helpless young guys as he laid down the terms of their ordeal. “Now your host Jeb is about to activate a sensation in each of you that will make you ultra ticklish and totally dreading of being tickled for even a second.” The guys felt their frozen bodies resonate with a billion nerve endings suddenly charged with utter trepidation at the thought of tickling, like they had all felt in their youth when someone bigger and stronger had them pinned down and poised to tickle, only much worse now.

“I’ll demonstrate with Ben here. Ben, you are about to recover limited use of your vocal chords and jaw, but I’m afraid your tongue will still be useless to you. Now I’m walking towards Ben and he knows that when I get there I’m gonna start tickling him and he’ll be helpless to prevent it.”

Ben’s face burst into the terrified wrenched grin of a majorly ticklish person and laughter started to escape his mouth. With Kieran’s hands now honing in on Ben’s sides, the laughter became chaotic and desperate. Kieran kept the boy in this pathetic state of pre-tickling laughter by hovering his hands just above Ben’s skin as he talked to the group “So guys, the way to regain control and movement is to fill your minds with thoughts of being in the position I’m in right now – of being able to tickle a helpless team member, make them laugh their asses off and beg like little kids for it to stop. If you can think of that hard enough and with total conviction, then you’ll feel your power of movement and speech return. And when it starts to come back, take a look around you and see which team members are still the most helpless and least able to move. You’ll only be able to hang onto your self control by focusing all your thoughts on tickling the one who’s still most defenseless, like I could do to Ben here now at any moment (this sent Ben into a new fit of giggles). If you stop focusing on the task, then your self control will start to slip and you’ll then be at risk of getting selected for tickling yourself. The person slowest to recover their movement is to be taken by the rest of the team over to this bench. You’ll find they can offer almost no resistance and will be automatically restrained to this bench once you have them held down spread eagle and face up. Then you are going to mercilessly tickle that team member, and doing so will feel incredible. It will make your own dread of being tickled disappear for the whole time you’re doing it. It will feel even better than today’s moment of victory in the rink. OK, your first ten minute block begins….now.”

Kieran exited the chamber. For a little while nothing stirred. Then Mike’s head turned to look directly at Ben. Poor Ben had been at the disadvantage of having just been almost tickled. This made it very hard for him to concentrate on what Kieran had instructed, and it also made him an obvious choice for the other guys to direct their thoughts to.

Mike kept his focus on Ben and the idea of tickling him. It already seemed a much more appealing idea than he’d have imagined. Control began to seep through his arms to his fingers now. Sam and Evan were twitching also and everyone had gained at least some movement of their heads.

The telepathic relays were giving instinctive information to the team, and though they didn’t know why, they could accurately guess at the recovery stages of their fellow teammates. Ben and Per were responding the most slowly and the other four were now thinking about tickling one or the other of them. The balance at last tipped, as Per concentrated upon the team member who was trailing with him, and willed himself to think of subjecting Ben to relentless tickling. That shift brought the whole team to focus on Ben and the five of them sprang to their feet with a single purpose in mind, as Ben remained in his position with only the beginnings of coordinated movement.

“Lets do it guys” said Sam. The still largely defenseless Ben was picked up and carried to the torture bench. He could offer negligible resistance as they stretched him out and the restraints clamped around his wrists, ankles and other points along his limbs. As the restraints fastened, the block on Ben’s self control was deactivated and his only remaining means of defense sprung into life: “Let me up guys! what are you doin?!. Don’t fucking touch me! NO NO Hahaha keep away hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

The guys were too focused on their task to even think of listening to reason from their captive. Sam knelt behind Ben’s head and dived into his pits with all fingers racing. Evan and Joe each took a foot to themselves and used their fingernails and tongues with evil intent. Per began combinations of light tickling and pressure squeezes along the tops and insides of Ben’s thighs, while Mike straddled his hips and went to work on his abs and sides.

“HAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAHAP.”

The pleading was like music to their ears. As Kieran had promised, their own dread of being tickled had temporarily disappeared, to be replaced by a rush of wonderful endorphins. They gave their team mate no mercy and by the end of that time allocation his laughter had given over to successions of shrieks and breathless cackles.

“Time’s up for this round boys” announced Jeb.

The five of them found themselves obediently getting up and returning to sit in their recesses. Ben’s restraints opened and he followed suit, a little more awkwardly from the physical ordeal he’d just endured.

Jeb reminded them of their task: “Now you’ll find the same process will work as before, but it won’t be effective to direct your thoughts to tickling someone who has already been through it. Therefore you’ll each have four choices, excluding yourself, of who gets tickled on this occasion.

Although Mike had been first to crack the technique for recovery on the previous occasion, this time he spent just a moment too long reflecting on how much he’d enjoyed tickling Ben’s hot body. This meant that Sam, Evan and Joe all began to recover ahead of him. Though initial thoughts were directed at Per, who’d almost been selected last time, Ben had Mike’s face powerfully etched in his mind, from having stared up into it through his tickling ordeal – now his thoughts were of revenge. This turned the others attention and, try as he might, the collective momentum of the others’ thoughts kept Mike from sitting up.

Thirty seconds later he was spread eagled on the bench and making futile appeals to his team mates. “Oh Fuck GOD don’t! Please. Sam! Don’t let em. Fuck you guys are supposed to be my Friehehahahahahaha………….”

Mike fared no better than Ben had. The two were again staring into each other’s faces, only this time from opposite positions. Tickling also had the innate effect on Mike of making him hard. Joe taunted him on this: “Hey Mikey’s enjoying it! Just for that you get your balls tickled dude.”

“NOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA” but there was no stopping Joe who was power drunk the second he started tickling under his team buddy’s balls. Mike endured an extra minute over Ben’s torture, as the team’s recovery at the start had gone more swiftly. The guy was barely aware of his own name by the time it ended.

Round three commenced and though Per had by now got the hang of things, there was a certain appeal to the idea of seeing his near hairless nordic body writhe in ticklishness. It took only about twenty seconds this time for five team members to reach consensus and spring to their feet.

Per was giggling with fear the moment his control returned as the restraints locked around him. “Oh my god no don’t guys!. Nei nei, hahaha føre en sak!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HELVETES HAHAHAHA stohahahahahappe kile meg hahahahahahaha.” “I don’t really think I need to translate” chimed in Jeb.

Mike and Evan were knelt either side of Per’s upper torso, each tickling an armpit with one hand and ribs and lat muscles with the other. With barely twelve light and fair hairs in each pit, it was too good an opportunity to miss, and the two of them went to work with their tongues, making Per’s eyes bug and lungs heave to accommodate the laughter it was causing. Sam was running his fingers all over Per’s abs and down onto his pelvis. Joe decided to continue specializing in Ball tickling, also venturing out to the guy’s smooth groin and crotch areas, making his toned skating leg muscles spasm like mad. Ben was happily tickling both feet, alternating between toes and arches. Subsequently he took a lead from the armpit tongue ticklers up the other end and went to work with his tongue on Per’s left sole, while keeping his fingers busy working the backs of his knees.

“STOHAHAHAHAHAPPE HAHAHAHA KILE MEG HAHAHAHAH!!!!”

At last the time was up and the guys were dispatched back to their seats. They were now so engrossed in the awesome feeling they got from tickling, that you could see the disappointment in their eyes as their bodies came back under Jeb’s remote control and they had to abandon their victim.

The chances of getting selected were increasing with each round and now it was down to Sam, Joe or Evan. All three were highly competitive and for the first 15 seconds it was stalemate in the battle of wills. Per and Mike made the difference – they wanted to see their cruel ball tickler taken down. So another few seconds later all heads turned toward Joe and his will caved in.

As the restraints fastened he was already panicking about getting some of his own medicine. “Come on please I couldn’t help it guys! NO FUCKIN STAY AWAY HAHAHAHAHAAAAA..”

Mike and Per both honed in on Joe’s groin, inner thighs, crotch and – of course – balls, finding every last ticklish bit of skin and torturing it, savoring their revenge. Evan and Ben were on torso duties, while Sam worked his size 13 feet mercilessly.

“How do you like this Joe?” taunted Per. “Tickles like fuck yes?”

“HAHAHAHA I’M HAHAHA SORRY PLEEHEHEHEHEHEASE…..”

“Oh keep begging man. I love to hear you beg” Mike responded.

Not far from the disguised ship, Eric had ridden up on his bike. He headed on foot for the team quarters to track down their celebration of the day’s win.

“Well well” remarked Jeb. “Another team member is here looking for his friends. Kieran, why not show him into their quarters. I’ve activated the sleep inducer already.”

Eric was greeted by his Coach as he entered the building. “Eric! great to see ya. Quick – come through to the bunk room and we can surprise the guys.”

“Thanks Kieran, so they whipped the Huskies asses?”

“You bet. Hey park yourself on this lounge here a minute. You look tired.”

“Um oh just been riding a while you know (sitting down and suddenly feeling totally tired) so yeah a little (stifles a yawn) oh wow.”

“Relax a moment Eric. That’s it, rest your eyes a few seconds and you’ll snap out of it.”

Eric complied with the suggestion to close his eyes, and promptly passed out. Kieran adhered one of the new ear patches to his sleeping guest and Eric’s fate was sealed. The team was still having their fun with Joe, but showed some interest when Jeb shared the news of Eric’s arrival.

“Great. That’s one more to tickle” responded Ben.

“Why just one? I count two guys out there” replied Mike, as he ran his fingers along Joe’s groin.

“HAHAHA STOP I’M HAHAHA GONNA HAHAHA CUM HAHAHA…”

And he would have in another 30 seconds too, except that time was up and all participants were again recalled to their seats.

As might be expected with two eligible candidates left in the circle, Sam focussed all his thoughts on tickling Evan, and Evan on Sam. Ben and Joe were targeting Sam, Per had Evan in his sights, and Mike was distracted thinking about tickling Eric. This meant the weight of opinion favored going for Sam and so as Mike and Per came to align with this sentiment the five of them were up and about their business.

Sam had the loudest voice of the team and it carried through to his laughter and yells for mercy. “WHAAHAHAHAHAAA GET THE FUHAHAHAHAHUCK OFF MEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAAAAAAAA…….” His decibels merely encouraged his five ticklers to go harder however.

“Hey Sam, if ya scream that you love it we’ll go easy on you man” taunted Joe.

“HAHAHAHA OK I HAHAHAHA LOVE IT HAHAHAHAHA”

“Thought as much. Tickle him harder guys, he loves it!.”

When Sam’s ordeal was concluded several minutes later the guys were called off as usual, but Jeb left them standing around the bench. Evan felt his body tipping off balance and the other guys, whose movement had already returned, intercepted his fall and lifted his helpless body swiftly onto the torture bench.

Kieran stood watching again nearby, with Eric alongside, able to observe, but not speak or move. Eric’s memory of his previous visit to Jeb’s spacecraft had been unblocked for the afternoon and he could hardly have felt more powerless or confused at that moment.

By now the guys’ tickling skills were becoming creative. Ben could work Evan’s pits at just the right cycles of pressure intensity so that as he was poised to scream with anguish, a sudden change of tickling speed or intensity would just hold him in his fits of laughter. Mike tickled his abs and sides in a corresponding rhythm to Ben. Per was being altogether more random in his thigh and groin tickling. Sam and Joe were quite entangled with each other as one attacked Evan’s arches and the other between his toes.

Evan pleaded and hollered with all the desperation his team mates had shown. Their graceful coordination led to him being delirious with laughter just 2 minutes into the torture, and his screams became increasingly incoherent from there onward:

“HAHAHA MAKE THEHEHEHEM HAHAHAHA IT HAHAHAHAH I CAN’T HAHAHAHA NO HAHAHAHA…”

When Jeb called them off they were this time all returned to their seats.

“Welcome Eric” Jeb said. “So do you still believe I can’t get inside your mind and manipulate things? No need to answer that, since I’ve disabled your speech ability at present. I think we’ll lift everybody’s speech block now and see what the team thinks should happen next. Everyone, your power of speech is now entirely your own again.”

Eric stammered “I…I just came to congratulate my team buddies on their win man. I don’t need to be here. I mean we had our turn two days back right? Can’t I just go …please?”

“What do you think guys” Kieran said turning to the seated team members.

“We gotta tickle him. He’s part of the team, he has to comply” called out Sam.

“Fuck yeah” hollered Mike. “Eric’s goin down!.”

“What’s the matter with you guys?” demanded Eric.

“We’ve got the taste for this man” Joe responded. “It’s nothing personal, but we’re gonna get you bound on that bench and then tickle the fucking crap out of ya.”

“Shut up Joe!” retorted Eric. “You guys have to snap out of it. You’re being controlled.”

“You mean like this?” responded Jeb. With that Eric found himself undressing. He could do nothing to make himself stop. Now naked, he was walking over to the center of the room.

“Eric, when you lie down on that bench and stretch out your arms and legs they will be restrained and then all your team mates are going to be free to move again and I think you know what will happen as soon as they are free.”

“Oh shit, don’t! Please don’t make me lie down there man. Kieran come on, this isn’t fair, I already went through it before!” All the while as Eric made his pleas, his body was obediently getting itself into position on the bench. “Oh GOD come on let me go.” But it was too late – the restraints clamped shut and his six team mates were all up and walking over with their hands raised and fingers making a tickling motion. “Fuck STAY AWAY! NO! Kieran call them off. PLEASE HAHAHA DON’T!!….”

The swarm descended on poor Eric. Six pairs of hands, 60 dancing fingers, several tongues interspersed for good measure. “WAHAHAHAHAHHA PLEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEZZZ GUYS HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA NOOOOOOOOO….”

“Oh that kind of talk just makes us go harder man” Joe whispered into Eric’s ear.

Every sadistic trick the guys had picked up during the past hour was now being dished out to Eric’s body. As the end approached, Jeb noted that it was likely Eric would be brought to orgasm due to the early attention that Per and Joe had given to his balls and surrounds. Jeb decided to use a device he had been developing, which he nicknamed the ‘Frozen Moment’. It could take a telepathic snapshot of the mental and sensory activity at a given moment and mix and loop the effect digitally for a period of time.

Eric’s incoherent shrieks and wails of laughter were reaching their peak in desperation and his hips began to twitch rhythmically. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHA I’M GONNA HAHA CUM AHAHAHAA STOP AHAHAHAHAAAA.”

At the moment Eric’s massive orgasm began, Jeb started recording a 5000 millisecond loop of all mental, emotional and sensory activity in the chamber, then fed the signal back into not only Eric’s but everyone’s mind in the ship. The six sadistic team members, their ejaculating victim and their coach were all held spellbound, vacant-faced with jaws hanging open in a gasp of avarice, torment, and pleasure, as the sensory explosion looped around and around engulfing their minds with every sensation that had been recorded in those previous five seconds.

Jeb held them in this unbearable bliss for close to a minute, then deactivated the device, most satisfied with its effectiveness. The eight humans were dazzled to say the least.

“Holy fucking shit!” exclaimed Ben breathlessly. The others chimed in with similar sentiment.

Jeb was ready to wipe their memories and be on his way. But if there’s one thing that young guys have in common it’s a craving for anything that packs a big rush of excitement and hormones.

“We gotta get some more of that Jeb” demanded Sam.

“But I have new places I need to visit and you’ve all had your turn being tickled” Jeb responded.

“Come on man, if we’re ready for it this time we can make that thing come on even gnarlier” implored Evan. “And besides, I don’t think everyone has had a turn after all.”

By the time Kieran noticed he was being stared at it was too late to bolt anywhere. The seven guys overpowered him and peeled away his clothing before dragging him, struggling and cursing, onto the torture bench. The restraints clamped shut around his limbs and he was their prisoner.

“Jeb! can you call these guys off please. URGENTLY!!!.”

“I’m afraid Kieran there are time limits to how long I can manipulate human minds under normal galactic codes of practice, notwithstanding the special arrangement I had with you by way of a contract. So I really should leave these boys to their own devices if I’m to have enough leeway left to erase their memories of today.”

“SO ERASE THEM NOW!!! AND GET ME OUT OF HERE.”

“You heard our host” Mike responded. “We’re left to our own devices, and right now that means tickling the hell out of you Kieran.”

“NO!! Jeb we had a deal hahaaa keep away NO!!! PLEASE!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAA”

Jeb’s Fate

Crunch time minus 2 minutes

The planet’s rulers were gazing upon both Jeb, standing passively under guard, and the emissary from Earth who had approached to address them on a matter of high stakes galactic diplomacy.

The emissary gave his address: “I submit to you that this member of your race has caused severe havoc on our planet and it is your responsibility to deal with him here, rather than have him at large on other worlds, doing as he pleases. If you will transmit to my orbiting craft a test signal at each of your standard communication frequencies, we will find the one most compatible for our own data relay and send you vivid evidence of his subversive deeds.”

“Yes, at once,” responded the chairman, and gave the appropriate order. He would be glad to have sufficiently damming evidence to deal with this upstart very heavy-handedly this time around.

The full spectrum of transmission signal frequencies beamed up from the planet surface to a moderately large space ship of unfamiliar design.

At the back of his mind Jeb was slightly anxious. He had not been in quite as precarious a situation as this before. A great deal counted on the next 30 seconds. He allowed his gaze to fall on the Chairman. From the moment they had been led in to this room he had sensed there was something more to the Chairman than met the eye. It was a risk, knowing what was about to happen, but perhaps a greater risk in not learning the true nature of what his intuitions had picked up about this individual.

With just moments left before the orbiting ship would be ready for transmission, Jeb made a telepathic scan of the Chairman. Astonishing!! – they’d been assumed to be all destroyed centuries ago, but the profile was unmistakable. Bonding with the mind of the Chairman was a residual being of the Great Quark Intelligence, once the greatest menace of this galaxy. Neither the Quark sitting in its host, nor Jeb standing in his disguise could access each other’s thoughts. But they had detected one another at the same moment.

The Chairman’s face tensed as the Quark alerted him that they were looking at an imposter – that the accused prisoner was not the deposed Prince Sildian, but a shape-changing telepath from a nearby world.

“Stop all communications to that ship!,” The Chairman shouted.

Jeb turned to the real Prince Sildian and simply said “Now.”

* * * * *

Crunch time minus 48 hours (or 2 days earlier for those less pompous)

The viewing of evidence had concluded with the recent hockey team events. Jeb’s own submission to the hearing was a lengthy electronic document, outlining his interpretation of galactic codes in relation to all of the tendered evidence. At this stage he’d chosen not to address the issue of what recent tickling he’d done subsequent to the material reviewed by the hearing, knowing there were both pros and cons to mentioning it.

The committee reconvened the following morning, ready to deliver their pronouncement on Jeb’s future access to galactic travel visas and a long distance space craft.

“The committee, guided by the expert opinions of Dr Qidwyrm on matters of sentient life in nearby solar systems, has reached the following conclusions: Although there was no breach of our laws and treaty obligations in the strictest sense, evidence is strong to show the frequent overly loose interpretation of Codes of Conduct for recreation activities on closed-access planets. On the basis that these forays to the planet Earth have seemingly been for entirely recreational purposes, rather than serving a genuine research or civic goal, we must rule that travel to that solar system be .. ..” – The chairperson’s address was interrupted by a top level incoming communication signal.

“This is a top priority message from the Office of the Presidium. The committee of inquiry is advised that the Presidium now considers all of Jeb Xaankrorotyyn’s previous activities to fit the criteria of high priority research, provided that his cooperation is offered to the resolution of the political crisis in our solar system. Jeb is urgently requested to attend a strategy meeting to give expert technical assistance to the exiled leaders of our near neighbor Cygnus Vandare. Message ends.”

Jeb’s old rival Dr Qidwyrm was seething, but there was nothing he could say. Jeb politely left the now irrelevant proceedings and made his way to meet the members of Cygnus Vandare’s exiled leadership.

* * * * *

“Prince Sildian, how nice to see you again so soon,” Jeb said.

The young prince had a moment’s twitch as he remembered his ticklish ordeal with Jeb. But his mind quickly returned to the urgent matters at hand.

“A pleasure Sir. I gather you understand why we need your assistance?”

“I presume you have been at least partially successful at adapting to your own needs the equipment I provided you,” Jeb responded.

“Exactly! And it looks very promising if we can upscale the effect from your prototype,” Sildian responded, gesturing towards Jeb’s ‘Frozen Moment’ invention that remained loaded with the ticklish excitement and emotional climaxes from three previous tickling activities.

“I’m intrigued as to how you adapted the hardware to work effectively on Vandarian minds, as it was designed around the human neurological system,” Jeb declared.

Sildian’s face became a little flushed and even bashful as he paused before replying. “So far, it only works on me, as my mind remains Vandarian, but with a full quota of acquired human nerve pathways. I had my trusted cousin test it on me.”

“All in the interest of research clearly,” Jeb responded with the faintest hint of sarcasm, knowing how addicted the hockey team had become to the immense stimulations transmitted by this device.

“So,” continued Sildian, “we need your help to rig up a direct method of transmission to carefully targeted Vandarians – i.e. the members of the new dictatorship. And it needs to last at least 30 minutes to give my allies time to disarm and fully immobilize our enemies, with no bloodshed. Though it must be non violent, I wouldn’t mind the sensations we transmit to be a little more toward the torturous end of things too, given the way these people have treated my family and our friends.”

“We’d best begin the experiments at once then,” the beaming Jeb replied.

* * * *

“HAHAHAAAA COME ON HAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAHAAP.”

“Is that stop for real, or when I have this instrument calibrated?” Jeb replied to the convulsing Sildian.

Sildian, in the presence of two – his smirking cousin Radluin and Jeb, was an hour into the process of modifying the Frozen Moment device into a mind-tickle weapon powerful enough to overturn a coup. He was presently being hit with a re-run of the tickling he’d received during his transfer from Jeb’s ship through the cargo tube, reliving every torturous second. He felt exactly as though his body was being furiously tickled by the countless frenetic finger like nodules that had ambushed him on that crossing.

“GIVE ME AHAHAHA A BREAK AHAHAAAAA.”

Jeb deactivated the device. “Very well Sildian, I think we’re ready to try and transmit this to one of your race who has no human physiology.”

Sildian turned to his cousin Radluin on the far side of the lab. “Hey is your neuro interface communicator on?”

“Yeah, why?” responded Radluin.

Sildian pointed the device at his cousin and activated. The effect was instantaneous.

“AAAAAAAHAHAAAAAA,” Radluin yelled, as he lost all coordination and tumbled down on the floor, a mass of convulsions and helpless laughter. When Sildian was satisfied his cousin would think twice about smirking at the experiment again, he stopped the device.

“Well that’s one part of the process complete,” Jeb mused.

Through experimentation they found that while Radluin could never resist the transmitted tickle torture, he did manage a couple of times to summon enough coordination to either deactivate his communicator or fumble for the unloaded weapon on his belt. The communicator deactivation didn’t release him from the ticklishness transmissions at such close proximity and with Sildian knowing where to aim, but in a mass broadcast, as their mission would be, communicator deactivation would lead to some of their enemies escaping the effect, as these devices were effectively a tracking beacon. Fortunately, the new dictatorship had confiscated all non-military communication devices or closed down their networks, as a means of stifling dissent. So Sildian could be virtually sure that the tickling weapon would only track to his enemies.

To get the effect so potent that the victim could do no more than spasm with laughter, it was seemingly going to require converging broadcast channels of mental tickling torment, from both human experiences and Sildian’s hybrid mind.

They found a most promising effect at last, when Sildian reluctantly agreed to add his own live tickling session into the mix. Immediately regretting making the agreement, he was in seconds bound on the nearest table with a swathe of tickling tentacles pouncing on his feet, sides and pits.

“WHAHAHAAAAAAA NOOOO”

“OK Sildian, I need you to focus your thoughts on how helpless your body is.”

In his ticklish anguish, Sildian did as Jeb asked. Jeb combined Sildian’s present torment with the stored endurance of his cargo chute episode and those of the hockey boys. With the Frozen Moment machine setup for boosted output, he unleashed the effect on Radluin.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA” screamed Radluin as he returned to being a mass of twitching tormented flesh on the floor. This time, with Sildian’s focus on helplessness, his cousin could not get his hands to even move in the direction of either his weapon or communicator. After several more torturous tests, it was found that the formula looked very nearly suitable and Jeb gave the panting cousins a rest.

“I have one word of caution,” Jeb stated. “My device is using looping technology to deliver relatively short episodes of sensations, sourced from only a few seconds in the case of the humans and not much longer with Sildian’s cargo chute experience. If you are needing this to subdue your enemies for up to half an hour, it is possible with the extra distances we are transmitting that some could receive a weaker signal and, after becoming acclimatized to the looped patterns of sensations, summon up just enough coordination to raise an alarm.”

“What do you suggest we do to minimize that risk?” Sildian asked.

“We need live as well as looped signals, with phase shifts across the channels – basically recruit some humans to your cause,” responded Jeb thoughtfully.

* * * *

Crunch time minus 34 hours

It was the small hours of a Friday morning when Jeb’s transmissions began to reach their targets in Burlington Vermont. With a couple of exceptions, all 12 team members were fast asleep in their respective beds. Only Sean and Evan were awake – both doing an ‘all-nighter’ to get a paper finished and handed in at the last possible moment. The first stage of the transmission was an activation and new program file for the high tech team under-clothing of their sponsor’s manufacture. It being only a few days since they were issued at the Hockey camp, there was plenty of power stored in their nano circuitry to perform Jeb’s new instructions. For the ten sleeping guys, messages began to seep into their unconscious minds, implanting a strong desire to get into their team underclothes. In the case of David this was unnecessary, as he’d already taken to sleeping in his. The other nine sleepers arose from bed without waking, and sleep-walked purposefully to their wardrobe to dress according to the implanted desire. With this accomplished they returned to their beds and slept as if they had never moved from there. The stretch underclothes recharged to full power from their body heat, made a scan of their wearer’s memory to determine all their activities since departing the Hockey camp, and sent back a confirmation signal to Jeb that stage one was completed.

Jeb noted the absence of a report for Sean and Evan, indicating they had either not been in the sleep state, or not near enough to their garments. The memory scans from the other team guys allowed him to deduce that these two would very likely be at their computers in deep concentration. “Not a problem,” he reflected.

In Sean and Evan’s wardrobes, the alien manufactured skates activated their internal computers. Little robotic pellets the size of a flea disengaged from the right skates and first crawled out under the wardrobe door, then flew to the computers that Sean and Evan were using. They gained entry through the ventilation holes and honed in on the main chip. Moments later the guys’ computers took on a life of their own. Encrypted messages flashed on the screen for fractions of a second, lulling Sean and Evan into a receptive state to receive Jeb’s message. It took Evan just 30 seconds to stand and go to his wardrobe to change into his team underclothes. Sean took a little longer, but got there all the same. Sleep followed swiftly as all thoughts of completing the paper were swept aside. The whole team was now ready for stage 2 transmissions.

In their dreams, the highlights of their time at the hockey camp came back to them, offering teasing glimpses into the ecstatic feelings they’d all had during their match performances. For the seven guys who had been indoctrinated into the joys of gang tickling a bound team mate, and the mind blowing effects of Jeb’s Frozen Moment transmissions, memory fragments of this also swam amidst their dreams, tantalizing their appetites for more of the same. For the other five guys, their underclothes had received the software upgrade with Jeb’s last transmission, allowing them to telepathically share some of the enjoyable aspects of active participation they had missed out on during their own time in the spacecraft. Though it refused to form into a single clear memory, they would all wake up the next day with some very strong and inexplicable urges. In Sean and Evan’s computers, the tiny robots saw to it that their assignment papers were completed and proof read, ready for submitting next morning, then powered down.

* * * * *

Crunch time minus 24 hours

Sildian’s prior planning for his mission had not extended much beyond aiming and shooting the new tickling weapon for a long enough period to land and storm the necessary establishments. It was contingent on obtaining the help of some skilled-up humans, which Jeb was working on, and in being able to approach Cygnus Vandare with enough stealth to make the attack decisively and wrest control within a thirty minute time window. What they still lacked was a decent subterfuge to prevent their arrival in planetary orbit from triggering an armed response immediately. It wouldn’t hurt to create a little raised suspicion, so that as many of the coup faithful as possible were on active duty at the chosen moment. But it had to be measured suspicion, not instant hostility.

Jeb proposed a daring solution. They would disguise their orbiting craft as one apparently from beyond the solar system and present themselves as an emissary from Earth delivering an illegal immigrant back to their place of origin.

“Consider it Sildian – your swift action when you arrived on Earth ensured that they never learned the success of the body transformation you were meant to undergo. If I were to disguise myself in your former appearance, with your consent of course, we could gain access to the leadership or their senior bureaucrats – you posing as Earth’s law enforcement, me as your Vandarian prisoner.”

“It’s more dangerous than I’d hoped,” Sildian began, “but it would give our ship the time it needs to hack into all the satellites and check that communications are still on the regular frequencies. But I thought you needed to be feeding into the tickling weapon with my .. er .. cooperation.”

“We would be a remote part of the link up” Jeb responded. “And yes, I would still need to tickle you for most of the invasion period.”

* * * * *

Crunch time minus 16 hours

Everyone had eagerly agreed to David’s suggestion of a gym workout that night. It was the dozen of them who had recently been to hockey camp. The other few stray team members were out of town anyway, aside from having missed out on the team building exercises of their coach’s and Jeb’s design. Only the college’s sports teams had use of this gym and the guys knew they would be the only ones in there.

“Hey can someone spot my shoulder press set,” Justin called to the crowd of team mates. Five guys within a twenty foot radius came flocking, never before so eager. After an awkward momentary standoff over who had volunteered first, the duty went to Evan. As Justin’s shoulder and arm muscles strained with the pair of dumbbells, Evan slid his hands, fingers spread, under his cute team mate’s upper arms. He’d done this countless times for these buddies, but tonight he was transfixed by how close his fingers were to Justin’s vulnerable looking armpits. He imagined how great it would feel to just reach in and explore their ticklishness with his fingers. It was just a matter of inches after all.

Over at the chin up bar, Ben was similarly engrossed in helping Sean’s set, eagerly bringing his hands up to support his team mate’s torso as he watched Sean’s back muscles and vulnerable looking sides flex under his tight tank top. Sean was running out of stamina for this set and hung for a few seconds with his arms straight, trying to summon the will to do one more chin up. This was just too enticing for Ben. He held it back for as long as he could, then suddenly let his fingers tickle their way up Sean’s exposed sides. “HAHAHA FUCK,” yelled Sean as he dropped to the floor already struggling to fend off Ben’s tickling fingers.

Over on the padded mats where four of the guys were doing abdominal exercises, the sight and sound of Sean getting tickled triggered their own latent needs in this regard. One moment they were doing ab crunches. The next Eric, David and Mike had Per pinned down and squirming with laughter. “Tickle the Viking guy!,” yelled David.

Matt and Sam were next to arrive and pounce on the now hysterical Per, and began pulling his runners and socks off to get to his soles. By the time Joe, Evan, Justin, Andy, Sean and Ben had flocked in there was no room to get in on the tickling of their Norwegian buddy. This did not pose a problem for very long, as Sean went for his revenge attack on Ben – pummeling him onto the padded mats with the others soon following his lead and elevating the chorus of wailing laughter and gleeful shouts to fill the gymnasium.

The guys got their workout, but it was all tickling from that point forward and no one escaped attention. First two by two, then three at a time, everyone had their turn in helpless hysterics. They were snapped out of their orgy of wild tickling a good while later by the sudden activation of the gymnasium’s sound system and what seemed at first to be a radio announcement.

“Hello Vermont Catamounts, this is your team sponsor Jeb and I hate to interrupt your fun but I have some things I need to discuss with you. Thankfully even at my remote distance we can make this a two-way conversation as I have loan of an expensive signal-teleporting phone. Listen to the following set of chimes and then we can discuss things in a more informed manner.”

There followed a strangely attractive synthetic tune, and within a few moments the team had recovered substantially their memories of the meetings with Jeb.

“That Kieran deserves payback big time,” David declared.

“Oh we took care of that actually,” Mike responded with a satisfied grin.

“Why I’m in touch again,” Jeb began, “is to request your help.”

Jeb gave the guys a brief rundown of the situation on Cygnus Vandare, and of Sildian’s mission being reliant on the generation and transmission of sufficiently frenzied ticklishness to bombard the members of the dictatorship for an extended period.

“And you would like us to create the tickling you need – what from here in the gym?” interjected Sam.

“No, from just beyond the orbit of the planet in question, in the safety and comfort of my ship.”

Amid several gob smacked expressions, Eric sarcastically ventured “remind me why we would be even slightly agreeable to this again.”

“At the boring diplomatic level, this participation would put your race in very high regard with the peoples of my solar system if the Earth were ever in serious need of assistance. At the personal level, if you come to meet with me again I can teach you how to access the telepathic facilities that made your team so magnificent in the Hockey rink when we last met.”

At this the guys seemed interested. Also helping their deliberation was that their subconscious hunger for tickling was still just as strong in spite of the past hour of putting each other through tickle hell. The fair featured Norwegian Per spoke up with what several of his team mates from camp tickling session number two were thinking: “and please .. could you confirm that we will be able to do the mind blowing part again, like we did with Eric and Kieran??” Eric blushed slightly.

“That goes without saying,” Jeb responded, smiling to himself.

Three minutes later the dozen guys were heading for their pickup point.

* * * * *

Crunch time minus 0.5 hours

The plans had been fast tracked once Jeb had confirmed the 12 guys had volunteered and were soon to be collected by a high speed Morvan ship. Upon their arrival to the rendezvous point in space between Morva and Cygnus Vandare, Sildian informed the team they would be soon regarded as heroes on his planet. The guys were somewhat more interested in gaining the key to hockey supremacy and enjoying their pending tickling task, but thanked Sildian all the same.

Justin asked him if surfing was popular on his planet. “Actually this isn’t how I’m supposed to look,” replied Sildian. “I’ll have my turquoise complexion and white hair back someday, but for now I need to keep looking like one of your surfer dudes from Earth.”

As soon as they were refreshed, Jeb led them to his own ship.

“Now with the twelve of you doing this together, my equipment will be able to model everyone’s thought patterns in the one room and have you all calibrated as a team for your return to hockey matches. As long as you’re completing the mission you are also being prepared for what you’ll need back on Earth.”

The guys were shown a newly fitted out section of the ship – an empty space roughly cubic in dimensions, with a ceiling around 18 feet high and objects resembling bean bags arranged around the walls, seemingly for reclining in during their short wait for action. To the guys, who were expecting to see something similar to their last time in this craft, the lack of fixtures was a little puzzling.

“What happened to the table, or the columns from before,” Eric inquired.

“I’ve come up with something that will make optimal use of the space for this large number of participants,” Jeb responded cryptically.

Each guy was given a set of pliable bands and asked to place one on each wrist and ankle. The bands slipped on no problem and fitted snugly.

“These will now remain on until the task is complete” Jeb advised and the guys noticed that comfortable as they were, the bands had hardened into cuffs that defied any attempt to remove. “When you receive the word, you will have five minutes to be undressed and all standing in this chamber. The proceedings are going to be guided by your own instincts, but with directives coming back through my computers into the cuffs you are wearing. The people whose turn it is to be tickled will know their time has arrived about six seconds ahead of commencement. The rest of you will be also aware of the shift rotation at the same moment and should maneuver yourselves into an optimal configuration for the pending round. These skills of team symmetry will stay with you when you are using my team clothing and skates back on Earth. With that I wish you happy tickling and will leave you in the capable hands of our planet’s finest pilot, who will speed you back to our world if Sildian’s mission does not succeed as planned.”

“But Jeb,” protested Sam, “there’s nothing to strap each other down with.”

“That has been amply taken care of Sam. You’ll see.” And with that Jeb left them, to board the disguised mission ship with Sildian and his tiny invasion force. The craft sped away to reach the orbit of Cygnus Vandare a few minutes later.

The guys parked themselves on those soft blobs that resembled bean bags, all of them thinking about how much they needed to get their fingers on some ticklish skin.

The minutes ticked by. Messages filtered through that Sildian and Jeb had been granted access to the planet leadership under their cover as an emissary from Earth and his apprehended Vandarian fugitive. With five minutes to go it was confirmed they had made it into the meeting room with the self-appointed chairman and coup leader. The guys took their cue and stripped off their clothes. Shortly after they stood ready in the chamber.

“I still have no idea how we’re meant to know what order to do this in,” David said.

Then as if in answer, a recorded voice announced “Gravity manipulation program commencing now.”

The wrist and ankle cuffs all began to glow fluorescent blue with some form of energy. Those on David and Evan turned from blue to light purple and then the two guys began to float towards the ceiling. When they were a good ten feet off the ground and separated laterally by a few feet, the energy that levitated them flipped each guy to lie face-upward. Invisible beams of intense manipulated gravity tracked to David and Evan’s wrist and ankle cuffs and suddenly the two guys found themselves stretched out in a perfect spread eagle position, floating ten feet in the air. Now the rest of the team were levitating too, but their cuffs active in the bright blue state seemed to allow them to gracefully swim through the air. Swim, in this case, like predators honing in on their prey.

One memory that had not been completely restored to the team was just how vulnerable to tickling they became while in Jeb’s care. This sensation of unbelievable vulnerability was presently coming flooding back to David and Evan.

“Oh shit – this isn’t worth it!,” David uttered, in the voice of someone barely holding off a torrent of laughter.

“That’s too bad,” remarked Sean who was by now hovering right at David’s defenseless waist, “because the clock reads SHOW TIME!”

* * * * *

Crunch Time

Sildian ignored the sudden fuss at the communication console. He ignored also the orders being yelled by his suddenly spooked enemy the Chairman. He knew where the threat lay – the guards manning the force field generators. From his mock-decorative metallic headband he directed a full intensity beam of stored tickle torment at these guards, sending them tumbling to the floor in shocked hysterical laughter.

At the same moment Jeb, still maintaining his disguise to ensure confusion, released three smart-grenades, two of them unleashing in succession a spray of the same tickling sensations as Sildian’s weapon, the third propelling itself to the now unmanned force field generator and burning out its circuitry.

At this point the whole room apart from Jeb and Sildian were in ticklish convulsions and so Jeb took the opportunity to dissolve into his regular formless form, sending out several tentacles to disarm all the surrounding forces and bind their ankles and wrists. They could do no more than laugh and squirm is this happened.

Now Sildian was over at the communications console, ensuring every channel would function as a tracking beam.

At last, ten full seconds into their ambush, the full scale machine on board the spacecraft let loose its own broadcast down every identified military communication pathway. Just as the effect of Jeb’s grenades was starting to dissipate, the room once again erupted with laughter. Only this time, so did every other on duty member of the authorities on the planet.

“Why did you signal me to go early?” shouted Sildian across the room.

“Because this Chairman is about a thousand times more dangerous than you had imagined,” responded Jeb. “I predict the being that is bonded with him will have found a way to resist our attack at any moment.”

It was true – while the rest of the room convulsed on the floor in helpless ticklish agony, the Chairman had started to regain his composure, as the Quark was tracking to the mind signals and deflecting them.

“I know what you’re thinking Sildian – he’s just one person and we have him restrained. But I believe the alien intelligence he hosts, once it has learned to deflect the effect, could migrate around the planet to free enough of the hostile forces to take out our ship.”

“What must we do?” Sildian asked.

“You and I will just have to keep it contained. I’ve studied Quarks enough to know how my race were able to combat them in the dark times.”

Seconds later Jeb had Sildian and the Chairman in position. Sildian’s headband was switched from shielding mode and he knew what was coming. His clothes were hurled aside. “Lie back and think of Cygnus Vandare,” he thought to himself.

Nimble tentacles suddenly attacked his feet. Sildian yelped with ticklish laughter. The Chairman’s recovery of self control collapsed and he too became a laughing mess. Jeb turned his foremost attention to the Quark and their own wrestling match began.

* * * * *

“WAHAHAHAHAAAAAA THIS HAHAHAHA SUHAHAHAHAHUCKS,” hollered David in his invisible bondage.

The guys were effortlessly floating above, below or alongside the helpless bodies of David and Evan. Never had they dreamed of having such perfect access to every possible piece of ticklish skin.

“Hey man” Sean waved as his gaze locked for a moment with David’s desperate eyes from his intimate vantage point. His head bobbed slightly between David’s inner thighs as his fingers tickled ruthlessly throughout the crotch and groin area. Behind him Sam and Joe thought nothing of having their naked backs and buttocks in close contact as they floated upright between David’s lower legs. Each had one hand vigorously tickling a foot and the other lightly tickling away at the soft flesh behind the knee. Mike had himself tilted back at 45 degrees behind his victim, with his face close enough to David’s to whisper encouraging words in his ear periodically. Mike’s hungry tickling fingers were verging on melded to David’s armpits all the while. Filling out the complement of ticklers was Matt, who had himself floating face down horizontally at arm’s length above his victim’s torso. He could either exchange wicked grins with Mike, stare into David’s laughing face or focus on his own ticklish targets of sides, ribs and stomach.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAA STOP HAHAHA I CAN’T HAHAHAHA TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAAAA,” David bawled.

Across the chamber, Evan was under no less creative an attack. Per and Justin each floated inches from Evan’s left and right feet respectively. Fingers tortured each of his arches. Simultaneously they held Evan’s toes with their other hand so as to open up the spaces between, and proceeded to tongue tickle him relentlessly there. Andy, Ben and Eric looked like some kind of tickling conga line. Each was in a straddling position, although with weightlessness the contact felt entirely free of pressure. Andy rested gracefully upon Evan’s thighs and was tickling all areas within this precinct. Next in straddling succession was Ben, hovering astride Evan’s rippled mid section and working from hips to stomach back and forth. Eric was parked over Evan’s chest giving his upper sides and pits absolute tickle hell.

“Tickling emotional data transmitting successfully; orgasm target period approaching in next 2 minutes,” came a computerized voice announcement.

“I think that means we’re ahead on points, but need to drive home the advantage,” Mike yelled over the top of David and Evan’s hysterics.

Andy and Sean took the cue to each turn their focus to their victim’s package. “What would make this even more fun would be some feathers” Sean remarked. With those words, something stirred in his and Andy’s mind and they concentrated on their glowing wrist cuffs. A pinpoint beam started to flow from each cuff and form into an exquisite glowing formation of a perfect ten inch feather in each hand. “Something in my head is telling me these are made from static-bonded cold plasma energy, and that they will tickle like fuck,” Sean announced.

The two of them set to work on the balls and shafts of their victims and simultaneous screams of ticklish passion were heard from David and Evan.

HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA IT’S TOO HAHAHAHAHAHA MUCH HAHAHAHA,” bellowed Evan.

“Orgasm target period and player rotation approaching in one minute,” the voice announced.

“Give it to them full throttle guys – this is their moment of glory,” Eric yelled.

David and Evan’s climaxes started around ten seconds apart. The Frozen moment device recorded a 20 second loop from everyone in the chamber and fed it back for a further minute as they all shared the mental bombardment with much panting and animal groans. Down on the planet surface, all the soldiers’ writhing laughter blended with shrieks of pleasure for that minute, and their hips twitched like crazy.

Five minutes into the attack, the disarming of the military and freeing of Sildian’s loyal troops by the landing force was underway.

* * * * *

“You would dare to engage in a mind duel with me you poor deluded creature,” came the venomous, but nonetheless strained thoughts of the Quark.

“Your problem is not one of mental strength I grant you,” Jeb replied, “but rather where to expend that strength?”

It was working. This being could not defend its host body or advance its learning of how to deflect the tickling transmissions while it was in mental combat with Jeb.

The tickling of Sildian continued on virtual autopilot, but nonetheless highly effectively. Tentacles were now prodding at his ribs and soft pincers darted about his thighs squeezing as they went.

“HAHAHAHA OH STOP HAHAHAHAHA,” He cackled instinctively, though he knew it would not stop any time soon.

* * * * *

The guys snapped out of their first shared climax loop to find the gravity chamber had activated the next configuration. Now it was Sean and Joe lying spread eagled while the rest of the team were floating around the edges of the chamber.

“Attack!!” yelled Ben in his best mock military voice. In they swarmed like bees to the honey pot. The program had this time placed the two victims as close together as possible with their adjacent limb extremities almost touching. Sam warmed to this configuration at once, parking himself upright between Sean’s left shoulder and Joe’s right and digging in to the accessible armpit of each guy. Down at the other end Ben was able to follow suit with dominion over one foot from each victim. The other feet were tended to by Eric and David. “Hey Andy,” called out Eric, “How’d you make those feathers happen, we need some down here.”

“HAHAHAHA DON’T FUCKIN HAHAHAHAH TELL HIM HAHAHAHAAA,” pleaded Sean. A moment of telepathic murmuring later and Eric and David each had themselves a shimmering plasma feather running between their victim’s toes.

Mike too was stationed with access to both guys, right between their hips. He concentrated to produce a small pair of the techno feathers, which he could control just with his pointer and middle fingers. Using his thumbs and other fingers to part Sean and Joe’s butt cheeks, he feather-tickled this superbly tender flesh up and down, giving each guy a truly tormenting ticklish sensation they had never experienced from that area of their bodies. In close quarters with Mike, though floating a little higher, was Evan. He had prime tickling access to both pairs of thighs and knees. Per and Justin were each able to dedicate both hands to a single armpit, finding combinations of prodding and stroking to keep their victims writhing with pit tickling overload. Matt had charge of Sean’s stomach as did Andy for Joe’s.

“OH FUHAHAHAHAUCK MAKE IT STOHAHAHAHAAP,” Joe yelled.

“I QUIHIHIHIHIHIIIIT HAHAHAHAAA,” chimed in Sean.

“You can’t – your team needs you,” chastised Sam.

The computer voice made its droll announcement “Orgasm target period and player rotation approaching in one minute.”

“If I may, I’ll handle both these guys’ ‘release’ strategies – I think we can get some cool synchronizing happening,” Mike said, receiving nods of encouragement all round.

In his hands the feathers reconfigured into shimmering masses of what seemed like Christmas tinsel. Mike Cupped one mass around each guys’ balls, then molded the pulsating strands right up onto each guy’s shaft. Concentrating, he brought the two masses of energy under his creative control, as they tickled and rubbed in swirling patterns.

“Everyone link up your thoughts. We’ll ride this baby out together,” Mike instructed.

All eyes were on the hysterically ticklish pair of guys. All thoughts were on sharing this buzz as a team. As Mike had promised, the two guys came at the same moment. The feedback loop was truly wonderful and as it reached the planet, many soldiers arched their bodies off the ground for several seconds.

The team was too engrossed in the shared climax to take in the announcement that political and deposed military prisoner liberations had already expanded the size of Sildian’s loyal forces to twelve hundred.

The haze of stimulations passed and now Per and Mike found themselves restrained in the center of the chamber. “That’ll teach me to show initiative,” Mike cursed, as his normally brooding eyes grew large with fearful anticipation of 50 approaching fingers. The two guys were held upright and facing one another. The gravity fields had them stretched out somewhat convex with their taut mid sections furthest forward and their spread eagled hands and feet the furthest back. The configuration was familiar to those first six team members to visit Jeb’s ship back on Earth – it matched their vertical column bondage.

Staring into each other’s faces, Mike and Per let out their first of countless lungfulls of ticklish laughter. Per’s ticklers were mostly arranged floating horizontally around his body – Andy, Evan, Justin and Sam coming from the rear to tickle pits, sides legs and feet, and Matt out front tickling the abs region. Mike’s ticklers mostly preferred to float slightly tilted on either side of their victim – Eric and Sean with pit and side duties, Ben on midsection and thighs, Joe and David on feet. In fact some sharing of mid sections was rapidly established between Matt and Ben, so they each had one hand working Mike and one on Per.

“DAMMIT HAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAHAHAHAP,” Mike hollered.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEZE OH HAHAHAHA STOPP HAHAHA KILE MEG HAHAHAHA,” Per yelled, lapsing into his native tongue.

* * * * *

Radluin and his team sped into the Government complex of the capital and commenced disarming and restraining the helplessly laughing soldiers, security guards and other minions of the coup leadership. Some of the more junior ones they took pity on and deactivated their communication chips so that the tickling signals became gradually less intense for them. But time was still of the essence and most were consequently left in their writhing state of hilarity.

Two of the team were about to enter the conference room from where the mission had been triggered. Much laughter could be heard from inside. Radluin pulled them up. “It’s alright, I’ll cover this room – there is a delicate part of the operation going on in there.”

He entered the room and immediately made eye contact with his helplessly ticklish cousin, squirming to no avail against a relentless armpit and stomach tickling.

“Just checking you’re OK in here,” Radluin said, as politely and free of smirking as he could manage.

“HAHAHAHA MI HAHAHAHA MISSS HAHAHAHAHA MISSILES HAHAHAAAAA AND HAHAHAHA LASER CANONS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA. MUST HAHAHA SEC HAHAHAHAHAH SECURE THEM HAHAHAHAHAHA” Sildian finally got his message through.

“OK, give us five more minutes and that will be a certainty.”

Five more minutes was right at the limit of stamina for Jeb to hold a stalemate in his mental combat with this foe. Only one thing was giving Jeb slight cause for optimism – each time the surges in the hockey team’s output arrived during their climaxes, it seemed to have some momentary debilitating effect on the Quark, as though intense human emotions were of a nature it could not adequately process or deflect. As Mike and Per’s climax arrived Jeb was afforded another brief moment of recovery. All the same, one slip now on Jeb’s part and his mind would become a burnt out shell, his body dissolving shortly thereafter.

* * * * *

The forth pair of victims, Matt and Andy, had just reached climax. When things cleared, Justin and Ben were restrained face up in close proximity with their heads at opposite ends and bodies slightly offset. This configuration had each guy’s left foot neighboring the other’s right armpit and it required little imagination for Joe and Evan to position themselves to be tickling one of each simultaneously. Per and Mike covered the outlying feet, Sam and Matt the perimeter armpits and sides. David was stationed between Justin’s legs, working from crotch down to knees and back. Andy was doing likewise for Ben. Eric was back to his already proven weightless straddle position on Justin, while Sean was warming to his first levitating straddle, on Ben.

“You know,” “began Sean, “while I’m as old school as the next guy, I think it’s incumbent on us to remain cutting edge, as the tickling supremos of the galaxy that we are. So I now present for you .. hands free tickling.”

From his wrist bands Sean generated a field of shimmering plasma energy about the dimensions of an unfurled bandana. This he draped onto Ben’s stomach and lower sides and then, reclined slightly with hands clasped behind his head, Sean proceeded to manipulate the sheet of tickling energy between his own thighs, rubbing it torturously all over Ben’s defenseless mid section.

Eric soon had the hang of this and was also tickle-riding Justin’s torso with his thighs. Several more feathers were broken out over the next few minutes, and the guys took to chucking these tools to one another as they mastered their telepathic controls thoroughly. “Here Mikey – try this,” Andy called, sending his buddy a twelve inch string of plasma barbed with tickling foliage down most of its length. Mike caught it instinctively and began running it between Ben’s toes. A sudden lift in the pitch of Ben’s laughter suggested he’d found a killer use for it. “It worked great in his crack too,” the beaming Andy called.

“FUHAHAHACKING HELL HAHAHAHAHAA,” poor Ben stammered hysterically.

“GET HAHAHAHA OFF ME HAHAHAHAHAHAA,” Justin cackled.

“Rotation period approaching” chimed the computer voice, “orgasm generation now optional, as ground forces report no instances of enemy resistance.”

“Oh too bad, I guess you guys don’t get to shoot your load,” David taunted. “I’m kidding of course – let’s finish off these two before a last hoorah with Eric and Sam!.”

David and Andy feather tickled Ben and Justin’s packages like the expert’s they’d become.

The cries and laughter were practically in synch as the two guys reached climax together: “AHA AHAA AHAHAA AHHH AHHH AHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA …… “

* * * * *

The Quark at last had the advantage as Jeb’s stamina began to wane. With Jeb in the mental equivalent of a strangle hold and poised to be mortally wounded, the Quark took a second to savor his victory. It was fortunate for Jeb the guys didn’t give up bringing their victims to climax when the computer announced it no longer needed. The computer of course was not privy to the battle of minds that Jeb was caught up in. In that very moment of gloating, the Quark was hit with the looped emotional climax of Justin and Ben’s tickling, throwing it back into momentary turmoil.

Jeb seized the moment, releasing Sildian with an implanted urgent instruction to fire his own Frozen Moment device at the Chairman – setting: all stored orgasms, power level: maximum.

Sildian was still shaking off the laughter of a 5 minute continuous rib and groin tickling as he let the Chairman have it.

The Quark was flailing, unable to regain any strangle hold on the tiring Jeb, but still a power to be reckoned with. But the intense bombardment of human passion and chaotic nervous impulses had it cornered. Even with Jeb’s powers depleted he had the Quark’s destruction in his grasp.

With a massive and unfocussed outpouring of its energy reserves, which left the Vandarian coup leader comatose for a week, the Quark broke free and fled. It located the communication frequencies that the tickle weapons were tracking to and traveled along them into the planet’s orbit. Rather than stopping on the Vandarian ship, it carried on along further communication signals coming from deeper space – from Jeb’s distant spacecraft. The Quark was bent on revenge – merciless destruction of the abominations that were sending their unbearable emotional energy from that ship.

* * * * *

“And once more with feeling team,” Evan called, as the ten of them cruised in to tickle the creatively bound Eric and Sam.

It was as though the two victims were strapped spread eagled to a giant invisible ball that was rotating them 360 degrees along a vertical axis about every 45 seconds. Eric’s revolution was a slightly larger circle than Sam’s, and they were offset about 90 degrees in ‘longitude’ so that Sam frequently gazed upon Eric’s passing lower back and ass when their rotations crossed paths.

As for the rest of the guys, it was an act of pure team symmetry. One moment Mike would be on Eric’s feet, then as he passed them to Justin, his tongue was already in Sam’s navel and fingers soon taking in the surroundings. Guys hovered and swam at any angle they cared – being inverted didn’t drain blood to the head in these gravity conditions. Across the minutes of their tickling, Eric and Sam were under constant unbearable attack, but it was a free flowing succession of different sets of fingers and tools on each ticklish region of their bodies every few seconds.

“WHAHAHAAA FUCKIN STOAHAHAHAHAAAAP,” Eric wailed.

“PLEHEEEEZE HAHAHAHAHAHAA NO MOREHAHAHAHAHA,” Sam yelled.

“One minute to program conclusion, team telepathy now exhibiting maximum efficiency,” the computer announced.

“I could feel what it’s talking about,” Sean murmured, as he ran his fingers along Eric’s inner thighs.

The guys were in any number of intimate entanglements as they brought the hysterically laughing Eric and Sam to their climaxes.

“The others were for the mission,” Justin began, “this is for the team. At the moment these guys cum, we all lock minds and become one 24 legged beast of tickling energy.”

Eric and Sam gave primal screams and were poised to shoot. In 4 more seconds the computer would loop the sensation and meld every emotion in the room. But in their heightened state, the seconds had slowed to the pace of drops of morning dew detaching from tree foliage.

With one communal mind, they followed Sean’s goal defender instinct as the hostile telepathic being entered the chamber, invisible, yet clothed in a malice that stood out like a blood red floodlight to their newly acquired senses. Another quarter second passed. The team had the approaching malice perfectly in their mind’s eye. So inferior had it regarded them, and so outraged at its recent defeat that the Quark made no strategic pause before launching into the chamber to destroy these dozen puny and offensive minds.

Even had they known that the approaching resonations of orgasm could stun the creature, the team would have chosen exactly the same response. As Justin had foreshadowed moments before, they were locked together as one thinking team of telepathic ferocity.

As the next quarter second ticked over, the Quark lunged toward their sphere of bodies, and was bombarded mid air with the neural equivalent of three hundred thousand volts of “NOBODY FUCKS WITH THE CATAMOUNTS” thought energy. At the same moment, from their wrist bands 24 convergent beams of static-bonded plasma energy lashed out and enclosed the rapidly withering creature in a spherical prison.

With this taken care of the final quarter second ticked over and the rush of Eric and Sam’s machismo-boosted orgasms was looped for a full minute in the chamber, bringing every voice to a tumultuous “YEAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.”

* * * * *

All Good Things

Before an amassed crowd of delighted citizens, Sildian, back in his rightful turquoise skin and platinum white hair, presented Jeb of the Polymorvaahz and the 12 heroic guests from Earth with Hero’s Medals of Cygnus Vandare. They were also shown a hologram of the statue that was under commission – carved from pure Vandarian iridescent marble, and featuring the twelve humans in their final intimate pose as they had dealt swift justice on the alien menace that had given the coup leader his power. Jeb was not forgotten either, with a separate statue depicting his own battle with the Quark (although doctored so as not to show him also tickling a royal person of Cygnus Vandare).

After a celebratory meal, which the guys found surprisingly delicious, they were invited to stay for a dance party, given no one had to be back in Vermont until Sunday evening Earth time. “Um, but will your local girls want to dance with freaks like us?” Sam inquired.

“Girls?” responded Sildian. “Oh right, actually we’re all androgynous on this world, but all the guys who caught a glimpse of you on the spacecraft definitely want at least one dance.”

“Fuck it,” said the generally ultra-straight David, “When in Rome .. “

In perfect chaperone mode, Jeb declared “You boys have 2 hours and then I take you home.”

The End