The Tickler moves to Gotham

By cpacland

Chapter One – Weakness Revealed

 

 

Another typical night in Gotham, the darkness blanketing the sky with only the dim shine of the moon to offer a source of light as I stand overlooking the city. They call me Batman, or The Batman, always watching the city for the scum that lives and seems to breed here. Navigating the roads at night has become second nature to me and my focus is always in the dark shadows where they hide. Those who would cause harm and disrupt the city – MY city. And they push me to the limit, always coming and always challenging. It is only a matter of time before the next time I see the signal. In the dark night sky the signal is impossible to miss and is a personal one to one call that Jim sends out to me. I know it is something unusual when he calls. He has a personal stake to this city too after all. Asking for help is something we both are reluctant to do, but this is Gotham. The strangest of the strange seem to take residence here and there is never a shortage of things that you would not find anywhere else. What will it be tonight? The Joker? Two face? There is never a shortage of shadows to hide the Batmobile in the streets. Jim will be alone on the roof top, as he always is.

“Gordon,” I say to the commissioner as I come out of the shadows.

“Well, I wasn’t sure you’d come.” The commissioner has learned not to be startled by my sudden appearance anymore. Wearing his usual trench coat, showing signs of aging he still has a presence of authority. “You aren’t going to believe what we found tonight.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Nothing seems to surprise me anymore. But Jim has a puzzled look on his face I have not seen before. “What is it, Jim?”

“We were called to an apartment complex not too far from here.” Jim says to me, looking out over the roof top as he continues. “At first it sounded like a usual robbery attempt or assault we get. But when we got there, I don’t know… there was something.”
He pauses a moment.

“What?”

He continues. “Creepy. I don’t know how else to say it.” The commissioner sighs and looks me in the eyes a moment. “You know we have seen some strange things over the years. But the guy we found at his apartment – and what he told us. Well, I just thought you should know incase it turns into something serious. The guy we found, he is in his late twenties and a looker. Don’t know if he was targeted for that but if it was a sicko looking for a good time he would have liked this guy.”

I stop Jim for a moment at this. “If this guy was just scared but is still alive, why call me?” I can’t help but begin to feel annoyed at this point.

“I called you because I don’t know who the message he left is for.” Jim cuts me off – something he does not do often. “His victim, this Tom Keens guy, said who ever tortured him left a message. Who ever did this said he did this to leave a message for someone. I don’t know who it is for, but it seems like a challenge that he is out there.”

“This Tom, was he hurt badly?” Torture of victims is nothing new to me and shouldn’t have Gordon spooked like this either. “He is still alive so what is so serious about…”

“Tickling,” Jim cuts in again. “The guy was tickled. I know it doesn’t sound like much but this guy was found tied to his bed with his arms secured to the headboard of the bed and his legs tied to the lower board frame.” Looking away, Jim walks over to the edge of the roof and then turns around to face me. “He said it went on for hours. When he got home someone drugged him and when he woke up he couldn’t see but was secured to the bed. Whoever did this seemed to search out his body for areas that were really sensitive and then focused there.”

I felt my whole body go numb and cold at the mention of tickling as I just stared and listened. My greatest kept secret and my only weakness, and Jim has brought it to the foreground. No one would ever think to try and tickle the dark knight though. Always brooding, who would ever think I was ticklish. What a minute… I need to focus on what Jim is saying. “How – how is the guy now?” I can barely get the words out. Why is my chest tightening up… have to get control.

“Hmmm?” Gordon is looking at me with a curious look on his face before he continues. “He is as good as can be expected considering what he says he went through. He must have been really worked over though as you could almost map out where the person who did this tickled him by the slight bruising that appeared around his sides.”

“Okay. Where is the apartment at? I’ll go check it out after your guys are done there.”

“112 W Decorah, room 6 on the second floor,” he says as I leap off the building. “Let me know what-“

You’ve got to know what it felt like as a kid being ticklish and having people exploit that. Now imagine having that weakness as an adult. I am the Batman! The dark avenger! What if Jim is right? What if this message was a challenge? What if someone out there knows of my weakness?

*****Ticklish Tummies???*****
*****Feathered Footsies???***

Join us for the next Chapter to find out who has the dark night in his sights!

Chapter Two – A sensitive matter

Leaving the dark knight to ponder the ticklish mystery he has found himself in, we move to another part of Gotham where a figure can be seen making his way down a shadow filled alley. Quickly the figure moves up the stairs and into an old complex building locking the door behind him. Removing a long trench coat the wiry man smiles to himself while moving to a window.

It works! I knew it would work! But who would have known the effects would be so strong? It makes me laugh to think I was able to get such a powerful enhancement from the Gotham Correctional Facility. Those in power need to test their new drugs, and gels and serums, and what better place than on those that the fair citizens very less than human? Most of the things that come through have been for the purpose of interrogation and inflicting pain. News of the new drugs usually spread throughout the compound in days and imagine my surprise to hear about a drug which would increase the physical sensitivity of someone for several hours. Of course, it was intended to make those that took it more susceptible to pain and torture… but I had a different thought. If their bodies became more sensitive, would they also become more ticklish? When I had that thought, my next one was how I could get my hands on it.

And I did get my hands on it. Oh it took some time – I had to find out where it was being kept and who was supposed to be tested each day. And then my chance came to me in a routine job to clean the room towards the evening the night I broke out. They had made some progress, much to my pleasurable surprise, and much of the drug had been transferred to a cream form that could be applied to the body. After a couple minutes to break the lock I took as much of the substance I could and then started my plan to escape. The poor guard didn’t know what hit him… hehehe.

I knew exactly what my main goal was, even before I had escaped. You see I have this uncontrollable urge to tickle men. Not just any men, either. But men of power, men with authority, men who think they are untouchable. And as everyone knows, there is one man in Gotham that is the definition lf all those things. The Batman – the man without fear – Oh how I have longed to get your body under my care. And with this I will be able to hear you laugh, and plead, and beg. I will make you beg me to stop… you will do anything I ask and more. But…

First things first, there are things that must be done. Preparations if I am going to get the dark night under my control. Others have managed to do this… only wanting his death. What a waste that would be! Oh no… when I have him I will not leave him alone long enough to escape. Just like I didn’t leave the man they found tonight alone… not till I was done with him. Chloroform and the element of surprise are all it takes. I had been watching him for several days. Watching him with his hot number of a girl – watching when he would come and go – finding out his routine. And then I disrupted it. The whole thing happened so quickly too. In about a minute he was out and the next I had him tied secure to his own bed. Stripped naked, spread out tightly, and pulled so there could be little moment his body lay face up and inviting. Just thinking about it now… I am getting excited again. I chose him for his boyish good looks. His V shaped frame and tight abs. I think I watched them rise and fall a full minute before beginning my play time. Just a bit of chest hair and very sculpted legs and the feet! The FEET! Wide and well curved soles and very well kept and soft. Even neatly trimmed nails. Oh yes I picked my target well. And then I decided to wake him up.

Smelling salts do the trick well enough and my pretty boy here was soon starting to stir. Of course I had him greeted by complete darkness and I waited. I am sure he opened his eyes and then the realization came that he still could not see. I couldn’t help but smirk as I waited… silently next to him. There was the pull on the bonds… the increase in his breathing… and then he finally spoke.

“Wha- What is going on? Why can’t I see? Hello?” He questioned… getting louder and louder with each question. “Hey… Help! Is anyone there?” At that moment I decided to get started. You see I am very careful with my work and as I said, I had been watching the building for some time. I knew that none of his neighbors usually were home for about two hours from the time my tickle toy here got home. While it wasn’t a lot of time, this was only to send a message. My real prey is what I am really after.

“It’s just you and me… no one can hear you and no one can help you.” I said… running an index finger along his side lightly. His body jumped to my touch part in surprise and part from a ticklishness I had given him. Oh yes… I applied a small amount of my tickling cream over his body. It was very concentrated so it didn’t take much at all. And I could see his breathing increase and is belly start to quiver immediately.

“Who- Who’s there… whahahah… hey- haha… stop it! Hahaha,” He said as giggling started to overtake his ability to talk to me. I was hardly even trying to tickle the guy and he was already starting to lose his ability to communicate with me. If he is this responsive to feathery light caressing, I wonder what would happen if I use more pressure on him? Without warning, my caressing finger was replaced with a claw like grip to both of his sides… my thumbs working into his sides just above his hip and my fingers reaching his backside I start to squeeze.

“NNNOOOO-hohohoohohahahaha Stah ha ha ap!” The reaction was almost instant and it was intoxicating! His whole backside arched up off the bed as he pulled at his bonds with all his might. I worked my thumbs… testing his sides until I found the spot that caused him the most ticklish distress and focused there. The poor guy was crying and laughing very hard at this point. Usually I would have moved much slower, but I knew I was pressed for time and I wanted this boy to break quickly. I wanted them to know that any one of them could be next when they found him.

“Pleehahaha Pleeaaasseeee Hahaha hahaha,” He was almost beside himself when we hit the hour mark. I think I actually thought about pausing a moment when I started attacking his toes. I had his left foot held firmly in my hand, and using a feather in my other one I carefully and slowly ran it between each of his toes. Tickling the soft flesh, going back and forth, allowing the soft caressing to send this poor boy into hysterics and back again. My tickle toy was now covered with sweat and thrashing around the bed as much as the bondage would allow. Much to his dismay the bonds still help him tightly.

“Ah hahahahaha Nnnoooooooooooo! Hahahahahahaha,” This was the best reaction I got from my ticklish boy as I started drilling my thumbs into each of his pits from behind. His body was starting to tire from the intense tickling I had done… I had already broken him several ticklish spots earlier. The under side of his knees made him start begging me to stop. With the feathery light tickling I was doing there, I do believe he WOULD have done anything I wanted. Too bad all I wanted was for him to keep laughing… but I digress.

As I left my tickle toy in his damp bed sheets I knew my message would be heard. I knew the first part of my plan was successful. Now it was only a matter of time. The Batman would find he would soon have a date with the Tickler. Yeah I know – not the best name. But sometimes simple is best. But in order to catch the bat, I will need something else to catch his attention. Or someone else. Someone he cares about. Hmmm… I wonder if that someone might be ticklish?

Join us for Chapter 3 when we find out who the Tickler plans to get his hands on next!

Chapter 3 – Enter the Boy Wonder

Fast forward time to the next week and you will find little has changed in Gotham City. The night sky, still trying to cover the many crimes taking place, is home to the man with no fear. The Batman. Although the past several days there has been one fear on his mind that has him unfocused. A well kept secret that must remain secret. With the sudden appearance of this Tickler, the dark night may be about to face his greatest fear. The fear of being…. Tickled. As a young boy, he had figured out his body seemed to be unusually sensitive, especially to tickling. His father was the first to delight in sending his son into hysterics. After they were taken, and after becoming the dark knight, he used his extra sensitivity to develop senses way above the norm. Up until now there was very little risk involved, the average thug uses bullets or fists usually, and not wiggling fingers to attack. But the dark knight no longer feels safe in this. No… now we find both him and his young protege along a high rooftop. The dark knight is searching for something… constantly looking… looking for someone. Little does he know that someone is also watching him!

“Oh come on, Bruce,” I find myself losing my patience very early this evening. “We have been out here every night looking for this guy. I don’t even know why he is so important. There are plenty of other criminals out there anyway.” He has been focusing all of his attention on this one guy… the Tickler. Who the heck goes by the name Tickler anyway? “I really think we can leave this one to Gordon, don’t you?”

“Hmmmmm.” The same reply to just about every question asked. It is like his focus is completely elsewhere. Like he is waiting for something.

“Okay, well…” I start to head for the door to the stairs down. “It’s been a slow night so I am going to pack it in. Have to study a bit anyway.” I hear something that could pass for “Okay, Dick.” And head into the stairwell. Odd thing though. I can’t shake this feeling that something is up. Now to grab my gym bag I left in here and head back to the apartme- what?

“Batman?” I could have swore I felt someone behind – “Wh-ooohh” The last thing I remember is feeling a rag over my mouth and starting to black out.

******* Sometime later*******

“Ooohhhhhhh what…” My head feels like it is spinning as I open my eyes and look around. Darkness – can’t see anything. What. There is something over my face. I can smell leather – must have been blindfolded. Okay, okay just calm your breathing and listen. Nothing but silence, but have to keep myself calm and keep listening. There! Breathing, I can hear someone breathing.

“Dick,” a quiet voice hisses in the direction the breathing came. “Dick Grayson. That’s your name isn’t it?”

What? How does he know? Wait! Oh Dick you idiot… the gym bag.

“You know you really shouldn’t leave such important things lying around.” I can tell whoever did this is smirking as he tells me what I already know. “You never know… who may come by and find such things.” I can hear his voice coming closer to me. Can’t move my arms or my legs though.

“You know, whoever you are,” I try and sound sure of myself. “You grabbed me with Batman right above us. How long you think it will be before he finds you?”

Laughing now, it seems my captor finds this all very funny. “Oh Robin, that all depends entirely on you! The whole reason I brought you here was for you to tell me how I can contact your Batman. A phone number? Or perhaps one of your toys on this belt of yours.”
Mentioning the utility belt I suddenly begin to realize I am missing a lot more of my costume than that. For the first time I realize the room has a chill to it – I am just about naked! At least I can feel my briefs are still on. But what is he going to do with me?

“Have you figured out who I am yet, Robin boy?” Again he talks with a tone that almost comes out as an attack. Even a bit cocky.

“You’re an idiot for one thing.” I shoot back with a bit of my own defiance.

“Well now. That was not nice.” The sing song continued. “Not very nice at all. Well I think we should get started then. We can see if you can figure out my identity after a little fun.”

I brace myself for the worst. Take your best shot, buddy. Hmmmm, nothing but silence again. What is he waiting for? And then I feel something. It is almost so light I don’t notice it. Starting at the top of my big toe something lightly caresses downward into the space between it and my second toe. Then the light caress continues quickly down my sole and to the ball of my feet. I can’t help but flex my toes and then pull them tight. My body pulls tight as I clench back the sensation to start giggling.

“Wha-What are you doing?” The light sensation continues back up my sole and down again. With a maddening precision – slow and deliberate – up and down. “What is that?” I manage out before clenching my mouth shut again.

“Why I am tickling your toes with a very stiff feather, Dick.” That same smirk in his voice. “Why, you aren’t ticklish are you?” The feather he is using continues to work over my sole. Digging in between a different pair of toes, he slips it through faster than I can clench my toes before moving back down. I can barely move my foot at all, whoever he is, he knows his bondage.

“Is-is this the beh-best you can do?” I manage out. But the ticklishness in my foot is building and my body starts to feel more and more vulnerable. With my bold statement I suddenly feel another feather, only this time it is on my other foot. The addition of the second light caressing dancing along my sole as the first one was almost causes me to laugh out loud.

“Well if you feel that way I am sure you won’t mind if your other foot gets in on the fun too, huh?” The feathers are doing a number on my feet now. It seems this tickling abductor is focusing all his attention on my toes. The feather moves back and forth, over and under them and I can’t pull away.

“Will you stop already!” I finally burst out with a grin forming on my face. Won’t be able to take more of this but I can’t let him know that. “This isn’t going to get me to tell you anything. And I figured out who you are. That Tickling guy.” For a moment the feathering stops and I can hear him shift closer to me on my right side.
“Well well well, you figured it out already?” Although I am happy he has moved away from my feet, the fact that he is so close to my exposed pits creates new worry in me. “I am glad it didn’t take you too long. But that isn’t the information that I am looking for. What I want from you is a way to contact Batman.”

“I won’t give you that.” I say definitely. “And you will have to do a lot worse than tickle me if you think you can get me to betray him.”

“Oh Dick, Dick, Dicky boy, Dick.” I hate the way he says my name. What am I going to do even if Batman rescues me? “You have never been tickled for long have you? Why, this is all you here. I haven’t even had to get you all sensitive like my last victim. Oh no… you have a genuinely ticklish body on you boy. Quite ticklish for a 24 year old.”

“How did you know?” I try to keep the guy talking but he interrupts.

“Your wallet was in your bag. I couldn’t help but take a peek.” He laughs now and I can tell he is circling me. “And I have to tell you I am going to enjoy this quite a lot. You have a very well defined body on you. What with these strong arms.” As he says this I can feel his finger lightly caress the underside. I jump from it.

“And these abs.” His fingers move down and start to lightly caress my washboard stomach. Usually I would take pride in my looks, but now it all much made me feel that much more vulnerable. His fingertips are barely making contact and I can feel my belly quivering under them. “Oh yes, I think we have a lot to work with.” Without warning I feel him on my right side. One of his hands feels like a claw, with his thumb digging into my side and his fingers moving around and under to my back. His other hand is making scooping motions, digging into my right pit. The sensations overwhelm me and I suddenly lose myself to laughter.

“Ah HAHAHahahahahah STAHahaha ahahpppp Plahahllleeeeahahassssseee.” After that I can do nothing but laugh and try to move my body away from his tickling embrace. His hand on my sides continues to squeeze, although I can tell his thumb is searching for just the right spot. His other hand has stopped digging into my pits and is now dancing his finger tips over them… this light feathering is causing my pit hair to tickle just as much as his fingers.

“Oh yes quite a nice find indeed.” I can barely make out his chuckling over my own laughing. “You know I may have to tickle you even after you tell me what I want to know.” Suddenly I feel a weight over my groin area and I can tell he has climbed on top of me. Before I can react I feel his claw like squeezing on both of my sides now… starting down by the hip and slowly working its way up.

“What? No hohohohohoooooooooooooo” Laughing. That is all I can do as I feel his thumbs digging in. And when they find their mark I can’t help but arch my back as his relentless assault continues for what seems like hours.

“Well if you wanted me to tickle your belly, all you had to do was ask!” Wiggling fingers. Ten wiggling fingers begin to dance along my belly. Very lightly and quickly changing where they strike. This is worse than the side because I can’t prepare for it. All I can do is laugh and laugh. My stomach feels like it is quivering under his fingers and they continue to move back and forth.

“Oh ohoh hahahaha hahaha OHHH HA HAHAHA WHAIIITTT HAHA” At once I feel something start to drill into my belly button while the fingers continue their dance over my torso. “No hohohohooooo Noooot The hahahaharrrrrreee” I think I must have arched my back completely off the bed at this new attack.

“Somebody has a ticklish belly button,” the sing song taunting is almost as bad as the tickling itself. Almost. My chest is aching from laughing so long. I wonder how long it has been. Before my mind can wander, however, my attention it quickly brought back to my ticklish ordeal as I feel fingers start drilling in both of my pits again. “You know, this usually drives people insane. Drilling into the most tickling part of your armpits with my fingers like this.”

“AAAHHH ahhahhhhahahahahahahahahahaha” I don’t think I can form words now. All I can feel is a ticklish sensation that I want to stop. But it won’t stop. It just continues and the fingers continue. My body tries to pull free, squirming as much as I can, but the bonds hold tight. My body is sweating terribly now, which seems to be allowing his fingers to glide that much easier.

“So, my ticklish boy,” Although hearing his taunting is bad, I am happy for the short respite he seems to be giving me. The tickling of my pits finally stops for a moment and I struggle to regain my breath. “You ready to tell me what I want to know?”

Part of me wants to tell him. I don’t know how long he has been tickling me, but I don’t know how much more of this I can stand. But – no! I can’t betray Bruce like that. I won’t! “Do your worst!” I am amazed at how forceful I got that out. I have a feeling he is going to do just that. Silence again for a moment. Then I feel him start to slide his body a bit and I can feel a weight over my legs. Oh no! He is going after my-

“Nohohohohooooo NOOOOTT MYAYAYAyyyy FEEEEheheheheTTTT!” Without warning I don’t feel the feather light caressing of before, but now I can feel nails raking over my soles without mercy. Never have I felt so helpless. I can’t take this! I can stop laughing. Can’t breath! It won’t stop! The tickling!

“Are your feet ticklish?” he taunts me again. I couldn’t answer him now even if I wanted to. All I want is for hit to stop. Now his fingers are alternating between the tops of my feet and then back to racking his nails over my tender soles again. I can’t take anymore! I have to get him to stop! I have to stop!

“STTTOOOOOPPPPPPPPP AHahahahaha I’ll TELLHehehehlllllllll” And with that there is a pause and I catch my breath.

“Well????”

“Bruce… Bruce Wayne…” My heart sinks at my betrayal.

“Good… I’ll have to call him later.” And once more I am lost to the madness of laughter as the raking of my soles continue. I think I finally passed out about two hours later.

What ticklish situation will our Dark Knight find himself in?

Chapter 4 – The Man With One Fear

It is two nights later since the Tickler had captured Dick Grayson, also known to those in Gotham City as Robin, and subjected the young man to several hours of intense tickling. Of course, he had already learned the identity of the man known as Batman long before he finally stopped, but he had taken a lot of planning to get the young lad here, strapped up and pulled tightly with ticklish skin exposed. If nothing else, the Tickler thought to himself, it would have been a waste not to test Robin’s limits as well. The next day, the Tickler contacted Bruce Wayne and the trap was set. It was easier to bait and capture the Dark Knight than the Tickler expected it to be. Perhaps he was more focused on something else all together.

Tonight will be a special night for Bruce Wayne. For tonight, not only will he have to face his greatest fear and weakness, but he may be forced to do things unthinkable to make it stop! Looking into the window of the same building Robin was kept, we can see the boy wonder still strapped to the bed we left him in. The rising and falling of his exposed chest shows he is alive, but long has the energy escaped him to pull at the bonds holding him. Next to the bed, there is an X-frame of metal that is lined with cushion. There are several straps all around the frame to hold one tightly, spreading ones figure tightly. The straps at the base of each X leg can be adjusted to pull one tighter and tighter, much like the torture of the rack of old, only now a much more streamlined process. The Tickler can be seen just to the side of this X-frame, admiring his new captive. Already out of much of his suit, Batman is stretched out and tightly secure to the frame, which is holding him standing upright. The only part of his costume remaining is the cowl which covers his face, and identity. Perhaps left on as a token gesture, the cowl is a reminder of the identity of whose bound body now is exposed. Like Robin’s chest, Batman’s also rises and falls. The two are similarly built, only Batman having a bigger muscular structure as well as more defined hair on his chest. Unlike Robin, however, Batman’s cock is also fully exposed. Although hairy, it is neatly trimmed along his low hanging balls, the shaft of his cock resting undisturbed. Removing the Dark Knights costume was necessary, if not enjoyable for the Tickler. He had to apply the cream that would increase the Dark Knights sensitivity ahead of time. The Tickler was not going to wait to see if his captive was as ticklish with out it as the boy next to him. Soon he would be able to have his fun, and claim the reward for all of his planning.

Hmmmm… my prize is starting to stir from his slumber. I hope it was a restful one for him. I guess I can take this gas mask off now and get started. “Wake up, Bats.” I gently slap my captive on his right cheek.

“Ohh… Ah… Wh- Where?” His eyes open and quickly narrow to slits. Even disorientated he maintains his confidence. “Where am I?”

“Why, in a rather nice apartment complex.” I decide to toy with Batman for a little while. I have all night with him after all. “I am sure you remember the skylight entrance you tried to sneak into you. I have to admit, I am glad my hunch was right.”

“How did you do it?” He commanded, even while being tied up. I didn’t mind telling him.

“You are familiar with the Chemist?” I recount how I purchased a compound that quickly renders those that breathe it in unconscious for a short time. How I lightly dusted this very room, with his partner, Robin, still here before I made the call to a Bruce Wayne. I explained that I figured Batman would try and sneak in from the skylight, and when he opened it to enter, I could trigger several fans in the room on. The dust instantly went to work as you lowered yourself inside while I watched from the corner. After a while the fans cleared out the room of the compound and I knew when he started to stir I could take off my own mask I used to breathe with.

“Who are you?” He asks me, even though I think he has already figured that out.

“I am the one you were looking for.” I can’t help but be evasive. I want to build this moment up. “You have something of a reputation for your will power and your drive to never quit.” I notice his defined chest rise and fall a bit faster now.

“So?” The dark night says as he pulls at his bonds.

“Don’t worry,” I assure him, “You won’t be going anywhere. As I am sure you can tell you have nothing on you but your cowl. I already know your identity, and I thought this would be more enjoyable with you as ‘the BATMAN’ for a while.” His eyebrows narrow as he glares at me. I would imagine it is the look that would terrify a person in a dark alley, but tied up, it only fuels my excitement to break him.

“Where’s Robin?” He moves his head looking around. I motion to my right to a bed I now have the young man bound tightly to. He is not awake yet. “Robin!”

“Now now… let the poor boy sleep,” I smile will fake concern. “He probably needs it after our time together. You know he really did try to keep your secret.”

“What did you do to him?” His eyes now just tiny slits, he pulls hard against the bonds keeping him in place on the X-frame. I get lost for a moment seeing the size of his arms. He is a work of art.
“Why,” I finally regain my composure. “The same thing I am planning on doing to you.” I move myself to the side of the frame, now admiring his chest up close. His hairy chest is neatly trimmed, which is no surprise considering who he is. There is a bit of sweat build up already. His nipples are not fully erect, but that is something I can take care of too. “Why don’t we get started?” Moving to the side of my captive, I look over the small try of tools I have at my disposal. Various brushes, feathers, Q-tips and other objects that can be used for a soft caress are laid out neatly. Next to those I find the soft eye mask I was looking for. Of course the dark knight fights me but it doesn’t take long at all and now all he can see is blackness.

“Do your worst.” This is the last thing he says to me. Confident and defiant till the bitter end it would seem. I can’t help but notice his chest is rising and falling just a bit faster than one who would seem to be in such control. Could it be he is ticklish and knows how this is going to feel? If that is the case, he is really going to be in for a surprise because now his body will be so sensitive to the touch even feathers will have him begging in no time.

“I think I will start with these,” I say more to myself than to my captive. Two stiff feathers should hold up nicely while I caress them over his body. This is just to open up the ticklish floodgates of course. I don’t want to break him too quickly. Now… where to start… Ah. Why don’t we work on getting those nipples to stand at attention? Without a word, I bring the tip of each feather over the dark night’s nipples, taking a close look. They, like his pecks, are large and round already. As the feather flicks over them, I see Batman gasp quickly and then take a sharp breath. Not even a smile yet. Breathing now through is nose he waits. Moving the feathers toward his sides I start to slowly caress from just below his pits to above his hips. Back and forth… back and forth the feathers continue to tickle my bound captive.

“Oh…. Noo he,” He starts to break already! Just wait till I do away with the toys and start using my fingers. His breath intake is faster now and I can see his body tense up a bit more. “Ss… Stah ah Stop tha ha That!” He says now with the forming of a grin on his face.

“What is the matter, Batman?” I say, now swirling the feathers in tiny circles on both sides of his navel. “You aren’t ticklish are you?” I work the feathers carefully… expanding the circles and then getting smaller again. His ticklish belly quivers under the feathers caress. Again he tries to fight it, going silent other then a few escaping gasps. I decide to move my attack a bit lower. The feathers continue to lightly caress to the side of his hips before the tips descend inside his thighs. The reaction is almost instant as his legs tighten up and he starts to squirm back and forth trying to escape the feathers.

“No Ha Haa Sta Stop that!” He yells and then continues laughing and squirming. It would appear the sensitivity of his body is as high as it can be now. As I guide the feathers under his legs, down to the underside of his knees he lets out a yell. I can’t help but smile.

“You really are ticklish just about everywhere.” I say finally letting up on the feathering for a moment.

“Who Haha… What… What did you do to me?” I can tell the dark knight is surprised by his increased ticklishness.

“Just gave you a little something to unlock your sensitive side.” At this point I am back over at my table of toys and I pick up a paint brush with soft bristles that come to a point. Just the right size to go belly button exploring. I walk back over to the midsection of my captive and notice his is already starting to sweat some. “let’s see how you like this.” I say as I start to draw light circles around his navel.

“No hohohahahaha,” He begins to laugh again as the brush continues to work his belly while getting closer to his navel. “Hahahahaha hhhahaha will you staha ahah stop!” By the time I actually reach his belly button, I decide to take my time. First I just angle the brush so the tip only caresses the inner sides of the hole without coming into contact with the fleshy cap. To my surprise, Batman seems to be trying to move his belly to get away from the probing of my toy. As secure as he is tied down, he is still able to move a bit.

“Tell me, Batman.” I ask with a touch of curiosity to my voice. “Is your belly button ticklish too?” At those words I now dip the brush down and let the bristles work over the deep inside of his navel. I watch as he tries to suck his stomach as low to the frame as he can, but there is no escape. After a few moments, my captive can no longer fight back and laughter and squirming continue.

“Gehahaha get it hahahaah out hahahahahaah!” He finally manages to yell out as I continue to probe and prod his belly button with almost casual persistence. After a few more minutes of this I finally relent and place the toy back on the table and decide to head down to his feet. It is time to give him something to scream about. For a few moments I just sit quietly as I let the dark night catch his breath. And then, without warning, I strike at his tender soles – raking my finger nails back and forth over them.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAhahahahah!” It was music to my ears. I have the Batman here and with just a bit of tickling I got him to literally scream out for me to stop and then laugh uncontrollably. His body reacted so violently it actually caused me to pause for a moment. His backside was completely off the frame as he tightened his muscles and arched himself up as far as his bonds would allow. I think he was trying to pull his legs and feet up away from my fingers. Too bad they were tightly secured and exposed like that.

“I think your friend is starting to wake up.” I say to my laughing captive, as I notice Robin starting to move in the bed a short distance away. “I took the precaution of gagging him but I am sure he can figure out what I am doing with you.” At this point I am not wildly wiggling and caressing the soft side of my finger tips over his soles as Batman’s feet continue to try and pull away. Now just a steady laughing mixed with begging, at least I think he is begging, continues to come from my laughing captive. Tears have already started falling down his cheek. This must be pure torture for him… I LOVE IT!

“Eh hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHA!” He continues for a while longer as I start caressing the sides of his feet and working my way around the ball of his foot and then back up the other side. Finally I decide to give him a small break. Besides, I want to start working another angle. Using my hands now to hold his ankle and base of his left foot, I start to run my tongue over his big toe.

“Ah hahaha What? Hehehehe What are you… do hoho doing?” I continue exploring each of his toes slowly. The dark knights laughing starts to slow a bit and becomes mixed with moaning, much to his embarrassment. “Is… is that your tongue?”

I ignore his question and start to run my tongue between each toe now. I can tell this tickles a bit more as his foot starts to try and pull away. I can also tell he is starting to get turned on by the new attention, as his cock is starting to rise to the occasion. Opening my mouth more I move down the side of his foot, taking as much in as I can and using my tongue to continue tasting. Before long, much of the laughing is now replaced by moaning.

“I think someone is enjoying this.” I say, pausing briefly to move to his other foot. Very slowly I repeat the process, starting with his toes and working around his entire sole with my mouth and tongue. As I finish I notice his cock is now fully erect and Batman has started breathing hard again, only for a different reason now. With a grin I decide to try and make the dark knight ask for it. “I’ll tell you what, Batman. I’ll let you decide what comes next. You choose. Either more tickling, or you get your cock worked over.”

Silence for a moment. Could it be he is actually considering? I decide to help him out. “Okay then,” I say and start tickling his feet once more.

“No hahahaha!” He yells. “Wait!… Alright hahahaahahaha” Once again I pause my tickling and using ever bit of question I can in my voice.

“What do you want me to do?” I say very slowly and making sure he can tell I am smiling on every word. “Be specific.”

I can tell it was hard for him. Well, both literally and figuratively. But after a few moments he did what I didn’t think he would ever do. “Work over my cock.” He almost grunted it out it was so forceful. Of course I decide to play it to the hills.

“Well, okay then.” I say with a grin, climbing up over him and moving my way between his legs. “If you REALLY want me to. But I didn’t think you were that kind of man, Batman.” I can barely keep a straight face at this. I can also barely contain my own eagerness, as I have been becoming increasingly turned on as well.

“Just do it.” He says in a whisper. He is holding his breath now and I can imagine he must be closing his eyes while waiting. So I decide to make him wait a few more moments. I listen for him to resume his breathing again, for his body to relax just a bit. Then without a word I take his member into my mouth, using my saliva to lube the shaft. A few times I move up and down his shaft, and can feel him grow a bit larger inside of my mouth. Regardless of what this man would like the world to believe, he is enjoying this. After a few more massages like this I let his cock slide out of my mouth and I take it cupped in my outstretched hands.

“Your entire body really is a work of art.” I say, not really waiting for a reply and not getting one. I then decide to work him over slowly. Using my tongue I start at the base of his shaft and very slowly, I start to bring it up the underside. Occasionally rubbing back and forth and then continuing to move up towards the head, his cock starts to throb in my hands bit. Finally reaching the underside of the head, I swirl my tongue around and around before taking the head gently in my mouth. I allow his now swollen head to rub against the upper part of my mouth before releasing it with one more flick of my tongue for good measure. This is met with a loud moan now escaping from the dark knights lips. I can also feel his hips starting to move under me. He must be enjoying this. Again and again I move back down to the base of his shaft and then work my way slowly back up to his cock head. Although moving slowly and deliberate, I allow my tongue to increase the pressure a bit with each pass. Precum starts to help lube his head as it escapes down his shaft.

While enjoying working him over, I can’t help but thank myself for not using the sensitivity drug on his cock when I applied it earlier. Although it would have been fun to test the ticklishness, I don’t think I would have been able to work him off like this. I am quickly snapped back into what I am doing as louder moaning escapes Batman and his hips are now moving in the same motion of my tongue. Deciding to let him have his moment of pleasure, I take his cock head into my mouth once more continuing to massage it with my tongue. While doing this I start to pump his shaft with my hand and I can feel his body tense up. “Oh oh oh… Yes……YES……” I don’t think Batman even realizes what he is saying as I feel his body tighten. He is about to shoot. With another firm pump of his shaft… I quickly release his cock from my mouth, again flicking my tongue over the underside of his head. This is enough to bring him off as he yells, “YESSSS!”

It was at this time that I quickly brought my head between his legs and started to tickle the underside of his balls with my tongue while tickling his balls with my other free hand. Did I mention that I HAD used the sensitivity drug here? Yeah… you get the idea.

He screamed. Not just a little scream either. His scream actually caused me to jump a bit. His body was so tense as I pumped his white juice out landing over his chest and belly, running down his sides. Of course this was in addition to his laughing and squirming from the tickling I was doing to his balls. And as I started to get the last bit of his juice stroked out of him, I could tell his body was becoming more and more ticklish than even before. Finally when he was finished cumming, I sat up and straddled his waist. It was then his torture finally would begin.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!” This was all he could say before laughing uncontrollably. His arms looked like he was going to rip them out of his sockets he was pulling on the bonds so hard. Head shaking back and forth and uncontrollable laughing escaping from his mouth. All of this caused by just two of my fingers. Two fingers which had started drilling firmly into his armpits.

“You had your break.” I say with a smile, knowing just how bad this must be. I then start to lightly caress the underside of his arms before sending now all ten of my wiggling fingers back into his pits with new abandon. Continuing this for several minutes, I take the dark night to a very dark place. I show him his one fear. And then I stop. Sliding off my captive, I give him a few moments to try and collect himself. At this point I don’t think a few hours would have helped. I walk over to his partner, the boy wonder and finally take the gag which he had been yelling into out of his mouth.

“YOU! You sick fucker!” He yells at me almost instantly. “You’re gonna kill him!” I look at him with mock concern on my face and then head back over to Batman. He is still breathing hard and I can tell his body isn’t sure if the tickling has actually stopped yet.

“You see, Robin,” I explain the real situation to him, “Batman here can stop the tickling at any time and for as long as he wants. He only has to tell me to do one thing.” I pause a moment, letting both of my ticklish guys think about this. It is the dark knight that asks first. I can barely hear him, his voice is near gone.

“What?” He manages.

“You just have to tell me to tickle Robin.”

Batman was afraid of being tickled, this is true. But his true fear was being able to stop it by causing the torture of a loved one. This was what delighted the Tickler. This was how he knew he had truly broken the Batman. Of course the dark knight did not turn on his partner right away. The Tickler had to work over his pits and sides and feet a bit more. But eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. And then Robin got to experience first hand what Batman had gone through. Only he had no say on when his torture would end. Once more… that was up to Batman.