By PitTickler
To put it simply, Oliver Queen was jealous.
He had met Clark Kent not long after moving from Star City to Metropolis. Clark’s mother, Senator Martha Kent, had invited Oliver to the Kent farm for a homemade dinner and a meeting concerning an educational program that she’d hoped he would underwrite. Clark had also been home for dinner, and Senator Kent had introduced them.
The seeds of jealousy had been planted that night. Clark was the epitome of “tall, dark, and handsome,” with a muscular physique resulting from years of farm work. He had a boyish innocence that was disarming, and his smile could charm the stink out of a skunk.
Then came the night that Oliver, as Green Arrow, saw what Clark could really do. He watched Clark stop bullets without being harmed in the least. He observed Clark’s super-strength and super-speed. And there was that quiet arrogance Clark exuded that fairly shouted, “I’m unbeatable, and I know it.” With all his technological cunning and his amazing skill as an archer, Oliver paled in comparison to Clark, even in his own eyes.
But there were two things Oliver had that Clark didn’t: An endless supply of money, and the power that his money could buy. Oliver decided to use those resources to uncover Clark’s weaknesses – if he had any.
Oliver’s spies learned that Lex Luthor had secret files on Clark Kent, so Oliver masterminded a plot to obtain them. Those files revealed Clark’s vulnerability to poisoning by the green meteor rocks found all over Smallville. They also descibed a high-school incident between Clark and Lana Lang that Oliver found very interesting. Armed with this information, Oliver devised a plan to bring Clark Kent down a peg.
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The text message on Clark’s phone read: “Need your help. Utmost secrecy needed. Go to Fink Street and 2nd Avenue at 11:30. Info inside metal box in corner of alley. Chloe.” He looked at his watch. It was already 11:29.
He got to the address in seconds without even breaking a sweat. As promised, there was the box. Clark opened it and gasped as the glowing meteor rock’s effects overcame him. In agony, he fell to his knees, pitched forward, and succumbed to the darkness.
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Clark struggled back to consciousness in a dimly lit, cell-like room. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was unable to move anything but his eyes and mouth. His six-foot, three-inch body was chained at the wrists and ankles to a custom-made St. Andrew’s cross in the center of the room. Each wrist was fastened exactly one foot from the top of the X-shaped structure. Similarly, each foot was attached to the beams exactly one foot from the floor. His fingers and toes were immobilized by thin leather strips attached to the chains. Two padded leather bands helped to support his weight. The one across his pelvic bones held him fast to the center of the crossbeams. The other, which encircled his head and held it like a vise, was attached to a steel crosspiece. As both his head and his vision cleared, Clark realized – to his utter embarrassment – that he was stark naked.
He was startled by a deep voice behind him. “No doubt you’re wondering why you can’t use your super-strength to break free. The chains around your wrists and ankles contain a trace amount of green meteor rock. It’s not enough to be lethal or even painful, just enough to weaken you sufficiently for the chains to hold you. The padded leather bands around your head and pelvis have thin strips of the same alloy inside them. Ingenious, don’t you think?”
“Who – who are you? Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t you recognize my voice, Clark?” The voice’s owner stepped around the cross and turned to face Clark.
“Oliver!”
“Call me Green Arrow, if you don’t mind, Clark. I am in uniform, after all.” Oliver had donned the green leather costume that he usually wore on patrol at night. “And as for your second question, this whole setup is intended to teach you a lesson, one that it would behoove you to learn as quickly as possible.” Oliver paused for effect, staring intently at Clark’s face. “Tell me, Clark .. are you ticklish?”
Oliver saw the wave of horror that passed fleetingly across Clark’s face. In his mind’s eye, Clark’s was no longer in the cell with Green Arrow. He was in the Fortress of Solitude, before it was destroyed, and he had just picked up the last and smallest crystal and inserted it into the opening at the top of the formation. The grim face of Jor-El appeared in front of him.
“My son, I have imparted to you all of the universe’s knowledge to enable you to carry out your mission. Now I must give you a most solemn warning. The humans have a sort of . . . bonding ritual that they perform on one another from time to time. It is usually done within families, but on occasion friends or lovers will do it to one another. It is called ‘tickling,’ and consists of light, quick movements of the fingers on the surface of the skin. This results in a feeling akin to a very mild electric shock, a mixture of pleasure and pain, and the person being tickled reacts by laughing and trying to move away from the source of the tickling.
“For humans, this is a harmless activity. We Kryptonians, however, are exquisitely sensitive to this tickling. On earth, one sometimes speaks of being ‘tickled to death.’ In reality this is not possible for humans, but it may literally be possible for you, Kal-El, to die as a result of prolonged tickling. Therefore, avoid it by any means at your disposal. Do not ever allow a human to tickle you! Never allow a human to sneak up behind you, for this is sometimes a precursor to tickling. Sometimes, but not always, they will wiggle the fingers menacingly in front of the person they intend to tickle. Often they will repeat meaningless phrases such as “tickle, tickle, tickle!” or “kootchy-kootchy-coo!” You will learn other warning signs by observing the humans just before they tickle one another. But above all else, my son, remember: Never, never allow yourself to be tickled!”
Those words echoed in Clark’s mind. Apparently Jor-El had somehow communicated the danger of tickling Clark to his foster parents, because the Kents had never tickled him. But he had seen other kids being tickled, and this “game” (which Clark had thought more closely resembled torture) filled him with such dread that he’d always gone to great lengths to avoid it. He’d had only one close call, that time in the hallway at school, when Lana had playfully poked him in the ribs. He had reacted so strongly that he’d barely had enough control to avoid leveling a whole row of lockers. But now Oliver Queen – Green Arrow – had him helplessly trapped and was about to tickle him!
Oliver waved a gloved hand in front of Clark’s face. “I asked you a question, Clark. Answer me!” Now Oliver spoke slowly, as if he were talking to a stupid child. “Are . . . you . . . ticklish?”
Usually, Clark told the truth, unless he was trying to keep someone from learning about his secret abilities. His parents had taught him that telling the truth was morally right. But Jor-El had been clear: “Avoid being tickled by any means at your disposal. Do not ever allow a human to tickle you!”
Clark swallowed hard. “No, Oliver, I – I’m not ticklish. Not at all.”
Oliver smiled and shook his head. “You’re a rotten liar, Clark. You see, my sources have discovered how careful you’ve always been to avoid being tickled, which can only mean that you are ticklish – very ticklish, in fact.” Oliver removed his green leather gloves as he spoke. “And I’m about to find out just how ticklish you are.”
For the first time in his life, Clark panicked. “Oliver, no, please! Listen, I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Just please, please don’t tickle me!”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, Clark.” Oliver pressed a button on the remote control in his hand. “And didn’t I tell you before to call me Green Arrow?” The St. Andrew’s cross slowly tilted backwards as Oliver maneuvered the pneumatic lifts supporting it, until it was perfectly parallel to the floor and just at the right height to put any part of Clark’s body within Oliver’s reach. “We’ll have to do something about that stubborn streak of yours, won’t we?”
While Oliver was maneuvering the cross, Clark had forced himself to calm down and regain control. He took several slow, deep breaths. I’ve been in worse situations than this and gotten out of them, he told himself. Besides, Jor-El had always liked being dramatic. Maybe he was exaggerating the effect that this “tickling” would have on me.
But for the first time in his life, Clark understood what it was to be afraid.
Having moved the X-cross into just the right position, Green Arrow approached Clark. “Now, where shall we start? I know – let’s find out how ticklish Clark’s size-14 feet are.” The Archer dragged his right index finger up the tender sole of Clark’s left foot.
The effect was instantaneous. A jolt shot through Clark’s entire body from his foot to his head, followed by a shudder. Clark shouted an involuntary “Hey!” He had never felt such a horrible sensation before. Every instinct told him to move his foot away from that finger, NOW! But that, Clark was utterly unable to do.
“Well, that first tiny tickle got quite a reaction!” crowed the Archer. “Let’s try more than one finger, and see how the supposedly invulnerable Clark Kent responds!” He wiggled the fingertips of his right hand, barely touching the smooth skin of Clark’s foot. But the ticklish feeling moved through Clark’s’ body like the shock waves of an explosion.
“No-ho-ho, Oliv – I mean, Gree-hee-heen Arrow-ho-hohohoho! Sto-HOP-hahahahaha!”
More confident now after getting such strong reactions from Clark, Green Arrow grew bolder. “Let’s go for both feet at the same time!” And Oliver gleefully did so.
“Oh, NO -hohohohoho plea-ee-ee-eese DON’T do-hoohoohoo both fee-heeheeHEET!”
Swiftly the Archer moved up to Clark’s torso. “How about those eight-pack abs, Clark? Are they just as sensitive as your tootsies?” Oliver’s fingers danced across Clark’s washboard stomach.
“NOOOOOOO please stopstopSTOP oh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ahhhh HELP ME-heeheeheeeeee!”
“There’s no one to hear you down here, Clarkie. No one can come to your rescue. You are alone and helpless and under my power and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
With that, Green Arrow attacked Clark’s ticklish sides. But just then, Oliver suddenly became aware that his dick was half-hard, and getting harder! Sure, revenge is sweet, he thought, but why is this turning me on? Clark’s a guy! So why am I enjoying this?
At the very same moment, Clark’s sizable member was announcing its presence. Clark turned beet-red as he felt his own cock hardening and lifting, even amidst the agonies of his prolonged laughter. Great Krypton! Why am I getting hard? Can Green Arrow’s tickling be turning me on?
Even as Green Arrow’s breath was coming faster, he felt compelled to continue. “Do you know how many ribs you have, Clarkie?” Oliver paused, as if waiting for an answer. “You don’t? Then we’ll just have to count them!”
Pleeeeeeease have MERCY-hee-heeeheeeee! I can’t STAND it-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
An evil grin spread across Green Arrow’s face. “One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . “
His counting was interrupted by an unearthly scream from Clark’s lips. “Nooooooooo! Pleeeeeease-I-beg-you STOP COUNTING ha-ha-haaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Now, Clarkie, shame on you! You’ve made me lose count! I guess I’ll just have to start all over again. One . . . two . . . three . . .”
But Clark barely heard Green Arrow’s voice as he sank into unconsciousness.
He was awakened several moments later by the shock of ice-cold water drenching his face. He sputtered and weakly cried, “Hey!”
“Ah, back with us again? Good. I’d hate for you to miss any of this. We were having so much fun!”
In a surge of adrenalin, Clark’s chest heaved as he found his voice. “FUN? You call abducting, chaining, and torturing a man until he passes out FUN? Just wait ’til I get a- hold of you! I’ll -“
“You’ll WHAT?” sneered the Archer. “Your sweaty body is so weak now that you couldn’t break free even if you had your super-powers! And what’s made you that way, Clark? I’ll tell you. These!” He wiggled all ten fingers in Clark’s face. “And they’re not done with you yet. But have you noticed what else they’ve done to you? I guess not only your abilities are super, eh, Clark? I thought my dick was big, but yours must be ten inches long! Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Clark blushed again. “I – I don’t understand it myself. It must be the tickling that’s doing it, but I sure don’t know why!”
“Well, if that’s how you’ve reacted already, what’s going to happen when I reach your most ticklish spots? Do you think maybe I can tickle you until you cum, Clark?”
Embarrassed and ashamed, Clark whispered, “No! I – I don’t know.” A heartbeat, then: ” – Maybe.”
Green Arrow clapped Clark on the shoulder. “Oh, buck up, Clark! You’re obviously enjoying yourself.” He unzipped his green leather hooded vest and shucked it off. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Just go with it and enjoy it!” Off came his special green leather boots, followed by his skin-tight green leather pants, leaving him as naked as Clark was. Oliver waved his steely eight-inch rod. “Look at me – I’m just as hard as you are, and I don’t understand it either, but I’m going to make the most of it! So let’s just see if I can tickle you until you cum, Clark!” Oliver wiggled his fingers evilly in Clark’s face.
“Nooooo, not again! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ohgodohgod stop-Oliver-stopstopsto-ho-ho-ho-HOP!”
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Oliver had started rapidly drilling Clark’s ribs and stomach with his index fingers. Then he ever so lightly tickled the very tips of Clark’s erect nipples. Clark half-laughed and half-moaned in pleasure. His nipples were one of his erogenous zones, and he always fingered and pinched them while he masturbated. “Oh, ho-ho-ho, ohhhhh, Oliver! My dick feels like it’s about to explode!”
“I know, Clark, I know. Mine does, too!” By now they were both leaking pre-cum copiously. “Now, here’s the spot that I think is going to bring you over the top, Clark. I’m going to tickle your hot, sweaty armpits until you cum!”
Somehow, Clark knew that Oliver was right. Although he’d never been tickled until now, somehow he knew that his armpits were his most vulnerable, his most ticklish spot. Clark began to laugh and tremble even before the rapidly wiggling fingers of Oliver’s left hand descended into Clark’s left pit. (Oliver was using his right hand to stroke his own hot, hard cock.)
“AAAHHHHHHHH-ohh, Oliver-HAHAHAHAHAHA-you-did-it-HAHAHAHAHAHA! Here-I-come-HAHAHAHAHA-ohgodohgod – I’m CUMMING – I’M CUMMINNNG!”
Without Oliver’s even touching it, Clark’s rock-hard dick began blasting his Kryptonian seed. The first and strongest spurt landed on the padded leather band holding Clark’s head. “Ohhh-ho-ho-ho-GOD-Oliver!” The second one hit his chin, and the third and fourth splattered his chest. “Ohhhh, it feels so fucking GOOD!” Numbers five, six, and seven only made it to his stomach. Number eight pooled in his navel, and number nine just dribbled out the tip of his still-hard cock. “Ohh, Oliver . . . my . . . sweet . . . Oliver!” whispered Clark, completely spent.
Oliver had stopped tickling Clark’s armpit to watch his amazing orgasm. He counted the spurts of super-jism as they rocketed out the end of Clark’s pulsing dick. This is soooo fucking HOT! he thought. And now Oliver, trembling with his own impending climax, quickly released the padded leather band across Clark’s pelvis. He mounted the X-cross and straddled Clark’s hips, feeling Clark’s half-hard dick against his back. He leaned forward to grab Clark’s shoulders as he thrust against Clark’s stomach like a sire mounts a bitch in heat, using Clark’s cooling semen as lubricant. He buried his mouth in Clark’s neck, nuzzling and nipping and whispering, “I love you – Clark Kent! – I’ve loved you – since the day – I first met you!” He raised his head and let it fall back, in the throes of his own pleasure. “Clark! – Ohh, Clark! – Ohhh, CLAAAAAAAARK!” Oliver screamed as his orgasm took over, and he shot volley after volley of hot jism all over Clark’s chest and stomach.
Exhausted, Oliver stretched his naked body over that of his new lover. As his strength returned, he slowly unfastened Clark’s headband and the chains binding Clark’s wrists. Then Clark lovingly put his arms around Oliver’s lean, muscular body. Each of them had harbored secret feelings for the other, and each had been the object of the other’s jerkoff fantasies for months. Now Clark and Oliver had expressed those hidden feelings, and they lay happily together for the first time.
“Oliver?” whispered Clark.
“Yes, my love?” Oliver responded. “What is it?”
Clark paused, hardly daring to say it, while a smile played about his lips. “Can we do this again next week?”
“Of course we can, Clark. Anything you want.”
Clark smiled knowingly. “You mean, anything we want.”
~ THE END ~