Demon

 

 

 

By BigBlueFeather

 

Part 1

You sigh as you gently slide the boards back into place on the outside of the small broken window you had just used. Once the outside of the abandoned motel has returned to the state you found it in, you grab your ratty backpack, your nicest pair of jeans (that now sport a very fetching tear from the right thigh all the damn way down to the ankle cuff), and head into your refuge for the night.

As you take in the slightly dusty and worn building, you can’t help but reflect on how you ended up here. Of course its a wonderful fantasy – turning 18, dropping out of that stupid school filled with moronic teachers and bone-head students. Working full time at your job to save up for a place of your own. Yeah sure your parents will be ticked off, but its not like they’d kick you out…

Well at least you still had your job. Oh wait! Your boss decided that some big boobed bimbo would be a far better asset to the place than the guy who’d been working there every summer and half weekend year round for the past two years! Now you’re jobless, homeless and oh so wonderfully screwed.

You push aside a few useless nicknacks scattered around, stopping for a moment as you feel… Eyes? But there’s no one there to stare at you. Shrugging at the deserted old place, you continue searching for the best area to settle down for the night. It is discovered quickly; while the outer rooms and hallways of this motel are somewhat rundown, the uninhabited rooms are all spic and span.

Odd, but one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you toss your bag down on an armchair as you enter room 28. Looking around, you see a large room with an equally large bed, a big wooden desk and desk chair, and adjacent bathroom. The desk is strewn with assorted newspapers from years ago, and other random junk like a freaking quill pen, and a fake-y looking deed to something illegible. The bed is a four poster that, while somehow clean, the thick cotton hangings around it have turned rather tattered and fall in strips around the mattress, and look to be barely hanging up by a thread. Not perfect, and no TV, but perfect enough for a homeless boy.

After freshening up, and finding the jeans quite irreparable without a sewing kit, you fall into an old habit, and merely fall into bed wearing nothing but the towel wrapped loosely around your waist. As you fall asleep, you once again feel eyes on you… Sleep comes anyway.

Returning to consciousness, you moan lightly. Your morning wood is pressed firmly into the mattress, giving off a delicious wave of pleasure. You push it in more, moaning again, semi-curious why there is a pressure over your hips but not complaining as you hump the mattress. Not complaining until you feel a set of nails skitter behind your bare knees, causing you to shriek ticklishly and attempt to curl up. “EEHEEheeeheeeeee!”

But you can’t, the pressure on your hips is still there, holding you down. The nails continue to lightly swirl over the backs of your legs and you squirm. “EEEEHEEEheeeheeeheee! STAaahaaahaap!” You shout out, your sleep addled brain not even anticipating a response, so when one comes its rather shocking. A low, cute voice emits from behind you. “But I’m having fun.”

You gasp and twist, and are able to see a pale-white back and a mop of pitch black hair. A boy is straddling your hips, and running his fingernails all over the backs of your legs while pushing your hips and subsequently your horny cock into the mattress!

“Ohhheeeheheheeheheheeee buuhuhut ihiihit tihihihcklee! HeeheeheHEeehehehe!” You try and plead with him as you are forced to turn back and resume giggling madly, legs kicking uselessly. Nails flutter up and down your naked thighs, knees and calves.

“Hence, fun!” Comes the response, along with a flurry of fingernails flying over the backs of your knees. It seems the tickler-boy you’ve found yourself at the mercy of, has found the most sensitive spot back there, and has decided to exploit it.

“NEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEHEHEEeeheeeeeeeeeheee!” You giggle and squirm under him, pushing with your arms, trying to lift yourself up and toss the boy off. But this has the double effect of pushing your cock into the firm mattress and you even feel the pressure on your hips increase – every time sending a wave of pleasure through you, causing your arms to give way. It seems your own body is being used to keep you at the mercy of this tickle fiend.

“HEEEHhehHHeehHEHEHHEEohgahahahad PLEHEHEHEASE SThAAPP!” An indiscernible amount of time passes, the fingers behind your knees not stopping for an instant, leaving you awash in a sea of ticklishness. Eventually the tickling does end, leaving you lying there until you catch your breath. Once you do, the fingers wiggle again, not having moved from the ticklish spot.

“EEAAHA!” Just for a moment, enough time to shriek, buck and lie still again.

“EEENAHHAA!” Again, a quick tickle to the backs of your knees. Then a third.

“NAAHAA!” The boy chuckles as you squirm, waiting for a fourth.

“You’re adorable, human. I like you.” Wait. What did he- No time to think, you feel him moving, sliding down to lie across your body. His chest is pressed against the backs of your legs now, his legs lie across your arms, holding them to your sides gently. You gasp as you realize which part of your body he is now targeting.

“NO! Please not there! Not my feeEEEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAAH AAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA HA HHAHAHAHAHAAHAHhAHAAhAHAHAA!” Your soles, bare and helpless, forced to face up as your legs are firmly pressed into the mattress. They are subjected to ten sharp and insanely tickly fingernails, sliding up, down, and all around them. You squirm and struggle madly, but having just been roused suddenly from sleep and then tickled into submission, you are unable to do more than lie there and have your oh so ticklish feet tormented by the boy lying on top of you.

“HAahaAHAAHHAAHA AhAHAAHAHAAHAOHHHAAHAHAAGAAAHAAHAHAD PLEHEHEHEEEEASE AHAHAA!” Your pleas go unanswered, save for more tickling being dealt to your bare feet. You wiggle and squirm, barely able to move your arms thanks to the bare legs pressing against them.

“AHEEHEEEEEEHEEEHEEHEEEHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” It seems to go on forever, nails never stopping as they move over every single inch of your bare soles. Your wiggling has long stopped, so its no surprise you feel the clenched legs around your arms loosen slightly, not needing to hold you.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” You laugh.
“EEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAHAAANOOHOHOOO!!” Your torturer shrieks.

Amazing that your mind had the ability, through the sleepy, horny, tickled haze it found itself in this morning, to still be able to command your arms to quickly slide up and around the legs of the boy on top of you, hands reaching for his own feet and attacking them yourself with pointed fingers.

“NAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAHHAHAA HUHUHHUUMAAAHAHAHHAAHANN! STAAHAHAAP!” The boy cried, once again calling you ‘human’ as now his own (non-human?) bare feet are subjected to a ten-finger assault of ticklishness. His own fingers are busy trying to move himself off of you. Too bad your arms are holding his legs tight.

“AHAHA AHAHAHAH AAHHAAHH AH AAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHA AHAHAA!” You catch your breath, lying under the wiggling boy until you have the strength to slide up and out from under him, which you do easily once enough time has passed. Of course not once leaving your former torturer’s just-as-ticklish feet alone.

Now it is you who is on top, straddling his legs and tickling his feet. You can’t help but grin as you lift one hand from the soft soles and pull down a long strip of cloth from the hangings. You’re willing to bet he doesn’t even notice as you bind his ankles together, still giving his soles a quick tickle now and then to keep him distracted. Another thick piece of ex-hanging wound around the wrists of the boy, behind his back, ensures he is at your mercy from here on out.

“Eh EHHE EH EHAAHWH WHAhahahat dihihIHIHIHD YOHOHOU DO?” Oh it seems he’s noticed finally, the bound boy struggling with his restraints. You look him over for the first time, seeing the pale white skin everywhere except his head, where pitch black hair has flown all over, and his ass, a black loin cloth, of all things, covering him the tiniest bit. You shake your head at the strangely attired boy, and move to sit at the head of the bed, placing his feet on a pillow on your lap.

“Now you’re not going to tickle me anymore. Instead you’re going to answer some questions. And if you don’t answer, or I just don’t hear what I like…” You leave the sentence unfinished as you grin wickedly, tracing a finger down each bare pale sole, from heel to toes.

“EEEEEEHEEEEEENOHOPLEEHEASE!” He squirms and bucks, but he’s not going anywhere.

“First question, who are you?” You place your hands over his feet, threat very much there to return to tickling him.

“W-well its… I can’t really tell you, its against the rUUUUHUHUHUHAHAHAHHA HAHAANAONONOOKOKOKAHAHAHOK STHAHAAP!” He shrieks as your fingernails wiggle up and down his arches. You hear his about-face but decide to continue for another few seconds, his own torture of you fresh in your mind. “HEHahaha aha aha C-cahle. Cale! My name is Cale. I’m a Demon.”

You blink a few time. “What?”

“A Demon! A Tickle Demon to be exact… Well, n-not exactly exact. I’m kinda still in training. I… This was my first time outside of Demon Realm. It… it doesn’t seem to be going too well… If you don’t believe me, flip me over.” You furrow your brows and push his feet aside and crawl down the bed. Grabbing the shoulders of the boy, you flip him over and gasp.

Cale is… stunning. He looks about 20, with beautiful blood red eyes. Thick black hair covering the tiniest tips of horns on his head. Super cute nose and full red lips. Down his pale, defined chest there are strange markings and symbols, none of which you recognize. Your eyes widen taking in his member. It pushed the loin cloth aside, standing rigid and impressively large. You can’t help but lick your lips staring at it.

“Uh c-can you untie me?” You blush, turning back towards Cale’s face. You move to start, but then the memories of this past morning’s torture at the hands of this demon resurface. You grin wickedly and shake your head, moving to straddle his thighs.

“No. I think I should get retribution for the tickle torture you put me through.” You wiggle your fingers up Cale’s sides.

“EEEEHEEE NOoohohooho ahhaHAhahaa!” The pale body beneath you squirms adorably as you continue teasing his sides, fingers teasing up and down. You also can’t help but notice the cock between your legs twitching. Both of them, actually.

“HEEEHEHAHAH EHHEHEHEHE HAAHA! ” The ticklish demon continues to laugh away as you poke and prod his flat stomach and innie navel. You grin to yourself, finding the irony in a tickling demon who is so very ticklish.

“EHEHEEHEE HEEEHEEEHEEHEE!” The ribs of Cale receive a nice long counting, one at a time, then two, then one again. Then you notice the pale pink nipples, surrounded by small symbols. Too good a target, for sure.

“AAAAHAANONONONOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAANOTTHEREHHAHAHAAHA HAHHAH AOOHOHOAHOHAAHOOAHHAAOOOOOH!” Cale bucks and squirms and writhes as his nipples are teased oh so lightly by your fingertips. His cock pulses and jerks around, clearly receiving a lot of erotic stimulation from the nipple tickling. You grin – you love a guy with sensitive nipples.

“OOHOHOHOAHAOAAAHOAAAAOOOHHOHOPLEHEEHHEHASE OHPLEHEheheeEEEEEEEASE!” He begs and pleads, but so did you. Now you give him the same courtesy – more tickles!

“AAAAHAHAHAHHA AANOOHOHOH AOAAHAHAOHH HOAHAAHAHA OHHAHAHAAHAAH OOOHHHHAHAHAAH!” Unable to help yourself, you grab the straining cock of your captive and give it a squeeze. His back arches and mouth emits a delicious, low moan. You do it again, this time with a quick nipple tickle too. Cale moans, arches, shrieks and wiggles all at once. It is quite honestly the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

You do it again, and again, forcing Cale to moan, shriek, arch his body and pull it away over and over until finally he screams and moans and waves of cum shoot from between your fingers and cover the tickled demon.

He’s left there panting, soaked and still tied. You lick your lips and take your cum-covered hand, using it to lube your own long suffered member. The demon’s cum tingled along your cock amazingly and within three strokes, you soak the demon boy a second time.

You recover quicker than Cale, and take the time to untie him. His eyes are still closed, mouth wide and panting, and you just stare. All too soon, his eyes burst open. He looks at himself, his cum-soaked chest, then you and your naked cock, still covered in his semen and he shouts incoherently. He jumps up, not taking even the time to wipe himself off, and darts out the door.

You stare at the doorway where the nearly naked boy had just left from, completely and utterly confused. But you shrug, close your eyes and drift off, having had a rather exhausting morning and requiring a little nap.

A few hours later you awaken, stretching in the comfortable bed. You feel somewhat disappointed, honestly, that Cale is nowhere to be seen. It kind of still feels like he’s here, somewhere, not far from you.

For a moment you thing it might have all been a dream. But you decide against philosophizing about that for now – you’re sticky and need a shower.

Still naked, you saunter into the bathroom and turn on the water. Its a miracle the water heater is still working after however long the motel has been abandoned for. But all your thoughts melt away as the hot water cascades down your body. You stand there for a few minutes, just loving the shower, before rubbing yourself clean with your hands. Soap would have been simply too good to be true. As you exit the shower, you chuckle at your erect penis. Seems he didn’t have enough this morning.

You towel yourself off and sit in the big chair, having moved your bag from its place. You grab your cock, image of the dark haired demon firmly in your mind, but stop short. There’s a small spot at the base of your cock…

Upon closer inspection it is a symbol, not unlike those of Cale…

Your mind ceases to think of the new tattoo, and focuses fully on the bound demon you had at your mercy earlier in the day.

Your hand moves swiftly up your cock as you remember every facet of the morning’s activities – humping the bed as your knees and then feet were tickled, turning the tables and tickling Cale’s poor soles. Then his sides, stomach, ribs and sexy little nipples as his huge cock wiggled all over, just begging for you to give it attention. Of course you had no choice but to comply, and squeeze the other boy’s member.

You squeeze yours every time you see yourself doing it to Cale in your mind’s eye, watching the pale demon writhe so sexually beneath you. This continues for… Far too long.

You open your eyes, but don’t stop the constant motion over your cock. You’re incredibly horny, filled with need and you are very eagerly giving it to yourself. But you’re not hitting that peak. You’re normally very quick when it comes to cumming, and figure you would have cum before your replay had turned Cale over.

Panting in the chair, your legs spread wide, you moan, close your eyes again and bite your lip. You grunt, switching hands as the first tires and still nothing. You whimper and mutter to yourself, “Mmh oh fuck! W-why? C’mon. So fucking hot. Why won’t you cum! Ugh! Ohhh fuck. Cale, oh so hot.. Mmm.. Why!?”

“Because you bound your cock to me.”

Your eyes shoot open in an instant and before you stands Cale, looking rather downtrodden, but staring eagerly at your cock as you continue to pump it. A wave of pleasure rocks through you as you stare at his loin cloth, recalling vividly the organ its hiding. But still, your balls remain tight and ready but not shooting.

Cale shakes his head and moves forward, kneeling in front of you. He uses his legs to press yours to the chair, his hands clasp your wrists to the arms of it and he leans down.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCALE!” You moan as his tongue, warm and wet, glides across your head. Your hips rise to push your cock further towards him, but his elbows push on your thighs, forcing you back down. His tongue gently and slowly bathes your cock, and yet still you haven’t cum.

“OHHHH PLEEEEASE CALE! MAKE ME CUM! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEHEHEHEHE EEHE E EHEHE EHEHEEHEHE!” You wiggle in the chair as his tongue dips under your balls, the tip wiggling behind them and finding an incredibly sensitive, ticklish spot back there. You try and buck him off, but he’s pushing too hard and his tongue doesn’t stop.

But suddenly, your cock pulses, your balls tense up and cum erupts from you finally, lasting a whole thirty seconds as you continue to giggle and shriek. Cale never stopped tickling your balls until you were finished.

Panting and spent, you loll forward and are caught by Cale. You feel him tense, then relax, rubbing your shoulders until you can sit back up. You look into his red eyes. “That was… amazing. Did you really have to tickle me though?”

He sighs and kneels in front of you. “Yes, I did.” He pokes the symbol at the base of your cock, causing you to jump and squeak.

“HEhey cut that out. I don’t really like being tickled! What is that though?” Referring to the new mark.

“It means, essentially, ‘Bound to Tickler Cale’. Basically, while your cock is still attached to your body, and you can play with it all you want, your orgasms are tied to me, and only able to be given to you by me. And since I’m a Tickler Demon, it has to be an orgasm through tickle torture.”

A shudder runs through your body. Then another, as the demon’s words register through you. “W-what? What!? WHAT!? Why the fuck did you fucking do this to me you fucking demon!? You had no fucking right! I’m going to fucking kill you, you fucking piece of fucking shit!”

Cale just shakes his head. “I didn’t. You did.” This makes you stop short and flop back onto the chair.

“What!?!?”

“When you used my semen to cum – its an old ritual, last used millenia ago when the Realms were far more open to each other. Humans had much more power than they do now, and much of it was ritual based. Bindings and counter bindings and wards and such. Using a demon’s cum to make a human cum binds that human’s cock to that demon. It was used primarily as punishments and for treaties.” Cale explained. You open your mouth to ask a question, but are cut off.

“Another ritual used the cum of a demon and a human, and bound the demon who had cum to the human whose cum was mixed with the demon’s. It bound this demon as the full and ever-present slave of the human. The mark for that is a collar of symbols around the demon’s neck.” You stare into angry, yet sorrowful red eyes for a moment before looking down and seeing it. A new set of symbols across Cale’s neck, in the form of a collar.

“O-oh…” Was the only coherent thing you could say at this point. Cale is your slave? Your cock is his?

“Is there anything I can do for you, Master?” Your eyes dart to Cale’s again. “Another orgasm, perhaps?” He reaches out and wiggles his fingers across your left hip, causing you to squeal and giggle.

“NEEHEE NO. No…” Your cock meanwhile does start to get hard again, damn it for being so perpetually horny… Then you have an idea. You lean back in the chair. “How does this master/slave thing work exactly? I tell you something, and you do it?”

Cale sighs and explains, “I HAVE to do it. If it is an impossible task, I will none-the-less do everything in my power to accomplish it until you permit me to stop.”

“Okay so I couldn’t order you to, say, grow your nose four feet long. You can’t, but you’d try anyway. What I can do is order you to put your nose in the air and walk like that until I deem otherwise.” You try to confirm what your power over this boy will be. Your cock jumps a bit at the realization this incredibly sexy, cute and sensitive boy, demon or not, is at your mercy now, forever.

“Exactly…” Cale seems very reluctant and annoyed, probably by the possibility of the nose in the air thing. But you grin.

“Cale, sit instead of kneeling.” You say, and immediately the dark haired boy scrambles and sits on his bum. “Hah awesome. Cale, put your feet in my lap.” You grin at him as his eyes widen and he gulps, but all too soon his feet are in your lap.

“Cale, I understand this isn’t your fault, apart from the fact that you are a demon and you chose me to torture this morning. Now I have gotten my revenge for the tickling, but now you’ve forced me into this situation by having it been me you attacked. So Cale, you will not move your feet from my lap until I allow you to.”

“M-Master. P-please. W-were you not going to kill me before? Perhaps a few punches, or spankings, will suffice?” Cale pleads, which is curious. Pleading to be beaten instead? The spanking would be rather fun, admittedly, but…

“Tell me why you don’t want to be tickled.” You order the demon boy sitting on the floor with his feet in your lap.

Cale whimper but speaks, “Because demons are able to stand pain, aren’t ticklish, and do not get turned on sexually unless they choose to be. Except I am an exception. I am extremely ticklish, even by human standard, and it makes me unable to control my sexual desires.” There is even the faintest hint of a blush on the milky while cheeks of the cute demon.

“Oh, so this is really the one thing that makes you lose control and act like a human, the only real punishment I can give you. Well then, thank you for telling me this Cale.” I grin at Cale’s glare, both of us knowing he had no choice. “Guess since I hate being tickled, but looks like I’ll have to be tickled quite often, you will too, Cale.”

Grinning even wider, you take a moment to admire the pale feet in your lap. Big, probably size 14 or so, and long, with long toes and high arches. You smile as the toes curl and your fingers descend on the soles, wiggling.

As the loud, shrieking laughter of a ticklish demon surges through the abandoned motel, you think to yourself that this might not have been the worst place in the world to sleep last night. Grinning, you turn your full attention to the sexy boy whose feet you are tickling.

 

Part 2

‘This has to have been the worst place to sleep that night!’ That is one of the few coherent thoughts passing through your mind one afternoon, about a week after meeting Cale.

You decided to stay at the motel, it being a warm, comfortable and, most important for a homeless boy, free place to live. And you’ve had your fun torturing the poor dark-haired demon boy over the past weeks, if only because of your own situation.

You were always a very horny boy, masturbating minimum once a day, and now that you can’t bring yourself off… You tried abstaining initially, but the presence of the super attractive demon boy did nothing for your libido and you lasted all of a day and a half.

Now, you thought it’d be a simple process, order Cale to make you cum. Sadly it was not to be; Cale can only pleasure you sexually while tickling you – a tickler demon rule apparently. So sitting there, having your balls tickled, and trying not to move was impossible. So you ordered him to tie you down. That lasted about fourty five seconds before ordering him to stop and untie you. This kind of thing went on for an hour before you were just so horny and NEEDED to cum, you ordered Cale to tie you down, and make you cum, and not to take any orders from you until you came.

Of course Cale made it last for a while, but damn if you didn’t have and earth-shattering orgasm.

This is how you came to have your legs tied to the tops of the lower posts of the bed, wide open, with a vindictive demon gently sliding a feather from cockhead to your asshole and back. Slowly, slowly the feather glides up, and down, and back up, then down again. And you can do nothing but lie there and shriek and moan and hope you cum soon.

You know why Cale is using this slow torturous method to bring you to orgasm today. You knew you’d probably end up paying for making him do it, originally. It especially wasn’t your intention to leave him all night… But ordering Cale to slowly and silently jerk himself off and not stop until you told him to, watching him was so hot.

He came twice.

Before you fell asleep.

He didn’t stop till morning.

You really didn’t mean it…

But now, shrieking with laughter and unquenchable need to cum, you desperately wish you’d never slept here.

“EEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEEH EAAAAHAHAHACHAHAAAHAALE! PLEEHEHEHHEHEHEEHHEASE IM SOHHOHOHORRYY! MAHAHAHAKE ME HUUHUHUCUHUM! PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHOHOHOHOHAHHAH EEEHHEEHEHEEHEEHEE!” He didn’t acknowledge your words, continuing his non-stop feather torture of your most private and ticklish areas.

For another hour you suffered under the demon boy’s cruel machinations, before finally the tiny amount of sexual stimulation to your cock had built up enough and you shot your load so powerfully that the sturdy wooden headboard nearly shook with the impact of your cum.

You lie there panting, overcome with the day’s torture until you finally find your voice again. “Untie… Me.” And with that you’re free to curl into a ball and stay like that for a while more.

After a shower and ordering Cale to clean the bed up, you sit at the desk and sigh with your head in your hands. You can’t keep this up, the inability to be in control of your own cock. You sigh contently as soon as you feel the warm, soft hands of your demonic roommate start rubbing your tense shoulders. Cale isn’t SO bad, when he’s not tickling you silly anyway. Its your own sadistic side that causes him to truly torture you, anyway.

“What’s the matter, Master? Unable to handle a teensy little feather?” Cale purrs in your ear, lips brushing your skin and his hot breath caressing your face. You shiver under his hands and shake your head, sitting up.

“I shouldn’t HAVE to handle it. I want my dick back Cale!” You tell him, frustrated beyond belief. “Is there NO way to break this bond!?”

The hands stop rubbing, but rest on your bare shoulders. “Well, there may be…” He replies and nearly tumbles backward due to the speed at which you turn to face him.

“What?! And you haven’t said anything up till now!? Why not!?” You ask, furious.

Cale merely smirks. “You never asked.” You growl and glare at him. Of COURSE he’d say that.

“Tell me.”

“There was a passage in the tome about the bonds I read that may contain some hints. It was difficult to read, but I shall fetch the tome, Master.” And in a whispy puff of smoke, he has left you alone in the hotel once more.

Anxious to hear about even the mere possibility of reversing this stupid bond, you fidget impatiently, flipping through the papers strewn about on the desk. You toss aside the old newspapers, seeing no need for reading the news of years passed. You pick up the quill pen and shake your head, but smile, having found a tool to have some fun with next time.

Under all that mess, is a deed written in what seems like broken english. After a few minutes of reading through it, the legalese confusing the heck out of you, it seems like the deed is to the Blue Bird, whatever that is. You shrug, figuring the fact the deed is in your possession to mean you now are the legal owner of this ‘Blue Bird’ thing.

Idly wondering if that’s the puppet for the sad Big Bird from that Sesame Street movie, you don’t notice Cale’s return until he digs his fingers into your sides.

“NEEHEEEEEHEHEEEHE STAHP!” You shriek ticklishly, jumping up from the chair and pushing the demon away.

He stands there smirking. “Couldn’t help it Master. I brought the tome.” He waves his hand at the desk, where you turn and find the book. Its all written in that runic language strewn over your demon slave’s body. You pick it up and toss it at him, Cale catching it easily.

He opens it and begins to read. “To counter and remove a bind, the caster must cast the Removal spell.” Cale closes the book and looks up at you expectantly.

“That’s IT!?” You shriek. “What’s the bloody spell!?”

Opening it to a different page, Cale start yammering in some other language.

“English, Cale!” You shout, rubbing your tired eyes.

The demon chuckles and starts over. He explains that it is a semi-complex ritual, involving the catalyst used for the initial bond, Cale’s cum, a circle and rune system to surround the bed in black chalk, easily done by ordering Cale, and finally a large supply of magical energy…

“Magical energy? I don’t have magical energy!” You shout, disheartened.

“Of course you do, Master. All humans have SOME, or else you wouldn’t be able to live, much less cast the bonding spell in the first place. You merely need MORE to successfully complete the ritual.” The helpful demon explains.

“How do I get more, oh wise one?” You flourish your arm at Cale, mockingly. He chuckles again.

“In the olden days, humans worked their magic like a muscle, from a young age, using foci – rings, gloves, wands, staves, etc. Starting now, after puberty, it would take you around 30 years to gather the magical energies required to undo our bond.” You open your mouth to shout again, but Cale raises a long fingered hand, stopping you.

“However, a demon is capable to pass energy along to other who can use it, like humans, should we wish it. Or be ordered to.” He raises an eyebrow at you, who glares in return.

“And you have enough to pass on to do this separation?”

“No.”

You flop onto the bed face-first, groaning into the pillow in frustration.

“However I can get it.”

Your head raises, hopeful. “How?”

Cale smirks and introduces himself again. “Hello Master, my name is Cale, I am a Tickle Demon.” And he smirks that awful, sexy smirk of his.

You don’t even need a moment to think before standing up and shouting, “Ooooh no. You are not tickling me over and over till you get enough juice to free me!”

Cale laughs and shakes his head. “Of course Master. But I will need to tickle someone. Or someones… Hmm? You own this place?”

You look at Cale, bewildered, as he holds up the deed you were looking at. “What?”

“The Blue Bird Inn. This Inn. This signifies you own it, does it not?”

You snatch it out of the demon’s extended fingers, reading it over again. Then you run outside and look above the front door. Its old, and hardly legible, but the letters above it do show that this is the Blue Bird Inn.

Standing there, you’re shocked at this new-found luck. Contemplating your new windfall, you jump and shriek as a hand taps your shoulder.

“Cale! Don’t do… Oh! Sorry, I thought you were someone else!” You blush lightly, having yelled at a complete stranger. You let your eyes roam the newcomer’s body. Reddish blond hair, bright blue eyes and a light spattering of freckles over his nose and cheeks. White teeth biting on a pink lower lip in nervousness. Slim and short, this boy is, with a tee shirt and shorts covering him, and some sneakers on his feet.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Even his voice is soft pitched, just screaming ‘cutie’. He shuffles there adorably. “I-I was just wondering if… Well…” He waves his arm at the Inn you now somehow own. “Is this place open? I saw you come out of there, but always thought it was closed. I-is it taking people in?”

You blink, realizing what kind of opportunity this is. “Of course its open! I’ve only just gained ownership, so the place isn’t in the best of shape…”

The boy cuts you off, “Thats fine! I just really need a place to stay for a while. I just… I don’t… have any money…” He turns rosy red, all the way to the tips of his ears, and you can’t help but think of how totally adorable this boy is.

Then his words hit and your eyes narrow a bit. No money? Then how will anything good come of this boy living here? Suddenly you grin, an almost evil grin. Cale. You put your hand on the short boy’s shoulder, leading him inside. “Don’t worry kiddo, I’m sure something can be arranged.”

The boy glares, blushing harder. “My name is Pete and I’m 21 thanks. I know I look young but a lotta people like that!”

You start, having thought he could only be fifteen, sixteen tops. You stop in the lobby and the boy, Pete, speaks again. “I really appreciate this, taking me in without payment. I.. I have other ways I can… Pay.” And suddenly you feel a hand on your hip, rubbing, and you realize just who this boy is, and what he’s doing in this part of town.

You shiver but force yourself to remove his hand, knowing as much as you’d like to, he’d be unable to do anything for you. “That wasn’t what I had in mind.”

He looks at you curiously. “W-what then? I- I’m willing to do pretty much anything at this point. I’m really… Well I’m screwed at this point.”

You genuinely feel bad for Pete, and want to help. But you realize you need help too, and with his you may just be freed soon. You put your arm around the cute older boy. “Don’t worry Petey. I’ll help you. You can stay here as long as you like, free of charge. You just have- Ohf!” You’re cut short by Pete clamping his arms tightly around you in a huge hug.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you. So much, thank you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just, you have no idea how much you saved me tonight.” You can’t help but smile at the boy’s enthusiasm and joy.

“I’m glad. Now, pick any room you like – I’m in 28.” You are startled by a second quick hug, then watching the cute boy dash off in the direction of the rooms. A claw-fingernailed hand drops on your shoulder, and you stop yourself from screaming just in time. Behind you, mischief in his eyes, is your demon tickler.

“Well now, this is interesting, Master.”

“A mutually beneficial situation, Cale. I need out of this,” You wave your hand between yourself and the dark-haired demon, “and Pete needs this.” You wave your other arm at the walls. “So we help each other out. This will work just as well, right Cale? For the magical whatever gathering?”

Cale nods, “Of course Master. In fact the more diverse a selection of victims to torture, the faster and more powerful my reserves can be filled. Now, shall I go… Introduce myself?” He starts walking towards Pete’s new room.

“No, wait. I’ll go and try to explain before. I’ll call you when he’s ready.” And you move past the demon as he laughs aloud.

“Oh what a lucky turn of events. I get a human to prepare another human for me to torture. How utterly delicious!” His laughter follows you as you search the rooms for Pete.

Having found the door to room 26 closed, you knock. “Pete?” After hearing a response, allowing you to enter, you open the door and step inside. You stop short and bite your lip, for on the bed lies a naked strawberry blond boy, stroking his long, thin cock. “P-Pete!”

“I know you said you didn’t expect this, but you have no idea how much you’re helping me. And I really want to do something for you.” You stand there a full minute, watching his hand slide up and down his full nine inches, before shaking yourself out of it.

“Pete… I…” You can’t help but walk over and stand in front of him, licking you lips. You meet his lust-filled eyes. Before you can speak, Pete cuts you off.

“You can do anything you want to me. Anything.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath, and nod. You gather the fallen strips of drapes, just like from your room, and slowly and sensually tie Pete spread eagle to the bed. The boy moans and lets you, especially as you glide each strip of light fabric around his upward shooting cock before tying each limb with them.

As Pete lies there, now helpless under you, panting and staring at you, you start to slide your clothes off, loving how the boy’s cock twitches every time you lose an article of clothing. “Pete. As much as I would LOVE to do things to you right now… I can’t.”

He gets a confused look on his face, before his eyes are drawn to your now bared, swollen cock. He licks his lips. But you point to the mark of Cale. “See that?” He nods. “I don’t know how much of a believer you are in things like the supernatural or magic or crap. But this means that I can’t cum unless only one person makes me. That person is-”

“Me.” You turn and Cale is standing there in the doorway, eyes taking both naked boys in the room.

Pete’s cock twitches again, staring at the black-haired boy who walked in wearing nothing but a black loin cloth.

“This is Cale.” You explain.

“H-hi Cale.” Pete bites his lip as he is surrounded by two incredibly hot, naked boys. His cock twitches again.

Cale nods at him. “Pete. Such a… Pleasure, this will be.”

You speak up again. “Like I said, don’t know how much your mind may be open, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. Cale has a certain…thing that he enjoys doing to helpless boys.” Cale nods, Pete’s cock twitches even more, clearly into this. For how long however…?

“W-what is that?” Pete asks throatily. Cale merely smirks in reply and stands between Pete’s tied down bare feet as they lie on the edge of the bed. He extends his hands to them, and Pete only has a fraction of a second to widen his eyes before he shrieks.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEE!” Your eyes widen as Pete’s bound body arches on the bed, twisting and turning. Cale continues to rake his sharp nails up and down the soft soles, relishing as the toes curl and the human shrieks in ticklish agony. You can’t help but start touching yourself, watching.

“AAAHAAH EHEEHEEHEHEHEAAAAHAA EEEHEEHEEHAAAHAA!” Pete continues to laugh and scream for ten minutes as Cale tickles his poor sensitive feet.

Cale removes his claws from Pete’s feet, moving to climb onto the bed with the bound boy. Pete tries to catch his breath and speak, but before he has the chance, fingers skitter over his stomach and ribs, causing more laughter to spew forth.

“AEHEHEEHEHHAHEHEHEHEHHEHE HAEHHEHEEHEHEH HAEHEHEHE!” Pete just lies there, wriggling and writhing as a demon tickle tortures him. Fingers dig into sides, belly button and between each rib, each eliciting a shriek of ticklishness from the strawberry blond. You, meanwhile, move closer to watch from a better angle.

Cale stops for another moment, repositioning himself to straddle the bound boy’s chest, when Pete opens his eyes wide, still panting and trying to speak, and looks deep into your eyes, pleading with them. You stare back, and just as Cale is about to dig into Pete’s armpits, “Stop Cale.”

Cale turns and glares, motioning to his own rock hard erection. “I know, shut up. Pete? Are you ok?” You look into the boy’s eyes again.

To your surprise, he nods heartily. “T-tickling? Y-you’re ticklers? S-seriously?” He looks at Cale, who nods, looking just as confused as you feel. Pete laughs lightly, joyfully. “I fucking love being tickled! Y-you get me too!” He says this to you, and you can only give him a deer-in-headlights look, until Cale starts laughing uproariously.

“I LOVE you humans! Master, you truly are the best human I have ever encountered. You get his feet.” And with that, demonic claws dig into hairless armpits, and the strawberry blond ticklee resumes shrieking ticklishly.

It takes you a moment, but you move to the end of the bed and kneel, staring at Pete’s meat. You chuckle to yourself, noticing the pool of pre-cum beneath the head, dripping as it twitches.

You extend your fingers to the nice cute feet of the sexy cute boy lying under the sexy hot demon and stroke them up and down. Pete’s laughter clearly rises an octave, and his cock spews even more pre-cum, bobbing up and down in delight as he is tickled within an inch of his life.

“AAAHAAAHAHHAHAAHAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAH AHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHA!” For a half hour you and Cale torture Pete, before giving him a short break to reposition yourselves. You on the boy’s left, Cale on his right. Each of you dig a handful of fingers into a shaved armpit, and use the other on other parts. Cale goes for Pete’s hip, kneading it over and over, causing him to buck his hips. You meanwhile, skitter your fingers up and down his inner thigh, adding a tittering form of laughter to the orchestra of hysterics you and your demon slave are causing.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA HAAHAHAA HAHAHAA AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAAHA AAHHA AHAHAHA AHAAH AHAHAAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAAA! HAHAHA AHHAHAH AHAHA!” Pete laughed and laughed, and he was loving every minute of it, as far as his cock was concerned. You grin and continue teasing the boy’s thighs, moving between his wide open legs. Pete laughs higher and wiggles his hips more, and Cale notices. He grins and moves to straddle Pete’s chest, facing the other way this time. His claws rake up and down the helpless bucking hips.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA EHEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHHHAHHAHAHAHAAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHHAHA!” Pete’s laughter changes, to a very giggly, shrieky kind of laugh, and he was moving his hips all over the place. His long cock was weeping a constant stream of pre-cum and it wasn’t long before Cale’s pale hand closed around it.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOHOHOHOHYESSSS!” The first word Pete is able to form within the laughter. Cale motions for you to stop, and allowing for his expertise, you listen. He holds down Pete’s hips with one hand, and with his other, merely holds his cock in a loose fist. Under you both, the tied-up boy whimpers.

“Ohh p-please. Keep going! Nghh so fucking hard, please. Keep tickling me. Make me cum, please!” Your cock twinges at the begging, and Cale grins at you.

“Get his balls, Master.” He suggests, and with a wild and evil grin, you slide a finger across the hairless sac of your victim.

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEE!” Pete shrieks, and Cale allows him the slightest movement of his hips, letting the boy fuck his loose hand. You grin as you repeat the action, knowing just how horny and helpless Pete is. His cock dribbles per-cum desperately, needing a firmer hand around it. Sadly for little Pete, all he has is the light, teasing grasp of a sadistic tickle demon. And to make matters worse, you’re there, taking pleasure from his plight and contributing to it.

“P-pleeheeheease! Lehehet me cuhuhuhUHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEE PLEEHEEEEEEASE!” Your fingers slide around his sensitive balls for a few minutes, taking great pleasure in torturing him so. Until you get an idea.

“Be right back!” You bolt up and into your room, next door, and within seconds you’re back and sitting between Pete’s legs again. Cale grins hugely, nodding at you as your victim screams louder than ever, trying so hard to buck his cock into the loose grip harder.

You sit there, content to slide the feather-pen’s fluffy ticklishness across the helpless balls of the strawberry blond boy, who can do little more than shriek ticklishly from this torture and hope it ends soon.

Sadly for him, its a while yet before Cale slides the hand off of Pete’s cock and onto his other hip. You don’t let up the light sweeping of the feather, but look at Cale to see what he’s up to. The demon boy grins at you and in one quick motion lowers his head and swallows the long tortured cock into his mouth.

Pete screams and bucks in his bonds, his toes curl and fists ball up and he cums hard into Cale’s mouth, who swallows every last drop.

Once Cale lifts his head, licking the last of Pete’s cum from his lips, you put down your feather and smile, rubbing Pete’s legs comfortingly. “Have fun, Petey?”

No response from the boy, who can only lie there panting, eyes shut. You smile and look to Cale, who is grinning wide, clearly having enjoyed himself. You grin and grab his cock from across Pete. Clearly enjoyed.

Cale moans as you stroke his big beautiful cock, and starts giggling as your fingers tease his sensitive nipples.

“OHHhhhhMasterrhheehHEHeheheehehee!” He moans and giggles, and you merely respond by wrapping you lips around his cock, proceeding to suck him, while tickling his balls with your feather.

Cale moans louder, and shrieks and giggles, but doesn’t move from his place on Pete’s stomach, and within minutes has filled your mouth and throat with his sweet cum.

You hesitate for a moment, but order Cale to make you cum now as well, hoping for the best. What he does it not what you expect – he smiles and proceeds to suck you off as well, giving a very light teasing tickle to your balls, and you explode wonderfully in his mouth as well.

When you look at him curiously, after recovering from your orgasm, he merely shrugs and gets up, donning his loin cloth again. “I had a great deal of fun with our new toy, and have little doubt I shall again soon.”

As he walks off, you just shrug yourself and feel as if that’s the closest thing to a ‘thank you’ the demon is capable of at this point.

Going to untie Pete, you see him looking at you and grinning, and can’t help but notice his cock is once again hard. “You guys are fuckin hot!” He exclaims and you can’t help but laugh at this insane turn of events. You untie the boy, giving him a few quick tickles as you do, and he replies in kind, poking his fingers into your sides as soon as he’s free.

“NEEHEEEDON’T!” You exclaim, but don’t push him off of you. He grins and kisses your cheek.

“So this thing you need of me, to serve as payment for staying here. Its letting you and Cale tie me up and tickle me half to death?” Pete inquires, a note of hope in his voice that seems out of place when talking about being tickle tortured. At least in your opinion.

“Yeah basically. More him than me. You see…” And you explain to him the situation between yourself and Cale. By the end, he has a skeptical look on his face, but shrugs, not particularly caring so long as he gets to stay, and get tickled. Weird kid.

You part ways with a hug, going to take separate showers, although something seemed as if Pete wouldn’t have minded sharing his, the way he stared at your ass as you left.

As the hot water ran down your naked body, you couldn’t help but think of how you day seemed to turn around, and smile as hope filled you again.

You also couldn’t help the loud shriek of laughter that escaped your lips as a pair of demonic hands dug into your sides from behind, a strong naked body pushing you into the wall and holding you there.

Seems it was a bit too soon to call the day done, after all a demon can’t take orders if you can’t string a sentence together through your laughter…

 

Part 3

 

Sitting in the chair at the desk, you look through the paper, drumming the fingers of your left hand. Seeing nothing of interest, you turn the page, drumming the fingers of your right hand. You continue this pattern, going through today’s paper until you reach the funnies. Smiling, you prop the paper up to read, and drum all your fingers.

Muffled laughter bounces through the room as you read each strip, every panel. The funnier ones are accompanied by light giggling, while the unfunny ones have loud laughter coupled with them, in an attempt to make them funnier.

Closing the paper, you sigh contentedly. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it boys?” You grin and look to either side of your chair. Flat on their stomachs are a pair of naked boys, one reddish blond, one pitch black brunette. Arms tied securely behind their backs, mouths taped shut, and bare feet tied tightly to either armrest of the chair with their soles pointed skyward in perfect range of your fingers, they pant and catch their breaths.

“Hmm? Couldn’t hear you. Cale, having fun?” You skitter your left hand across the soft upturned demon feet, watching as the boy bucks and laughs into the tape. You remember how he told you that Pete’s presence will decrease the time it will take to accumulate the energy required by a large margin, it will still be quite a while until your cock is your own again. Your fingers scribble faster on his soles.

Turning to your right, you shake your head as Pete lies there, shifting to reposition his rock hard cock. “Guess I don’t need to even ask, do I Petey?” Your fingers skritch and scratch up and down his soles as well, smaller than Cale’s but no less ticklish. Even your nearly insatiable libido, when you had control over it, could not have matched the short boy’s. He’s only been here a few days and already he must have shot his load more times than you in all the time you’ve been here.

Of course, your and Cale’s sadistic tickler personality, and Pete’s love of being tickled to within an inch of his life probably have a great deal to do with that.

You continue wiggling your fingertips all across four very ticklish soles as you ponder what comes next in your increasingly complicated life.

While not tickling, or being tickled, the three of you are working at refurbishing the Inn as best you can – cleaning up the mess mostly. You want it as spotless as it can be, for you’ve decided to open the place up for a select clientele.

Ticklish boys.

Now you thought it would be hard to look for such a thing, but you explained this idea to Petey and Cale, the latter having grinned manically for a few hours, the former pouting, thinking he’d get tickled less if there were more people here. But Petey did grin an adorably evil smile himself a few moments later.

He knew a friend who probably needed a place to stay who was incredibly ticklish. Well, ‘friend’ was a loose term.

Apparently they had worked together once, when they were both tickle tortured. Pete had been in heaven, but his friend had been in hell by the end. He wouldn’t go into much detail, probably on purpose since Cale seemed intent on hearing the story, but when Pete refused, he attempted to tickle it out of the cute boy. Big mistake if you wanted to get the blond boy to work with you, since he’s refusing to talk now in hopes Cale or you’ll try and tickle him for it again.

But anyway for the past two days, Petey had been working on tracking Kyle down, and inviting him to stay. The cute older boy was certain he would need a place to stay, and he was supposed to show up later this afternoon to check the place out.

Alas, it is mid-morning now, and while there was still a bunch of cleanup to do, you just really weren’t feeling it right now. What you were feeling were the ticklish tootsies tied to your chair, slowly, with pointed fingertips.

You take the time to notice that Pete tends to shriek louder into his tape-gag when you wiggle your fingers up and down his arches, whereas Cale bucks and screams more when his toes are targeted by wiggly nails. You exploit this, nails scribbling over Pete’s pink arches and Cale’s pale toes, until you hear a crash from the direction of the lobby.

Stopping and quickly untying Cale, you order him to find out what that was. He disappears quickly as you untie Pete, who pouts adorably at the loss of the tickling. You both put on some jeans, forgoing underwear as Cale returns.

“There is a pair of humans in the lobby, knocking things around.” He reports with a smile.

“Can you do something about them Cale?” You ask, unsure about the extent of his demonic power. Cale merely grins wider and nods, motioning you to follow.

Silently creeping on bare feet, you and Pete watch as Cale magically snakes a bunch of electrical cords, wires and decorative ropes towards the boys in the lobby. Inching closer, the two rowdy boys don’t notice until it’s too late, they shout and pull and try to run, but Cale manages to string them up in the middle of the lobby side by side.

“Hey! What the hell!?” The taller one exclaims.

“L-let us down!” Shouts the shorter.

The three of you stalk into their field of view, sizing these troublemakers up. The taller is a brown haired boy of about 20, somewhat handsome face with bright green eyes. Darkly tanned skin, covered by a tee shirt and tight jeans, with sneakers on his feet.

The shorter is a blond boy, also about 20, with glasses on his face and a paler complexion. He has a nice button down shirt with his too-tight jeans, and stylish runners on.

They’re both hanging in the air, arms together and tied that way, legs spread making them look like a pair of upside down letter Y’s. They’re close enough to each other that the blond’s left shoe is slightly touching the brunette’s right. They pull at the mystical bonds as you and your companions approach them.

“Welcome to my humble establishment, boys. Do pardon the mess…” You say mockingly, looking around at the mess these two have made. They shift uncomfortably in the air, not saying anything. “Might I ask who you both are?”

Again, they say nothing, and you shake your head. You introduce yourself, as well as Cale and Pete, and ask again. “You two are…?”

As silence reigns, Cale steps forward, putting a fingertip to the top of each boy’s shirt. “Do not make Master ask again. You both are in a great deal of trouble and disrespecting him shall make your already unpleasant future all the more… Torturous.” As he says that final word, he drags his sharp nail down their chests lightly, barely enough to feel it. But with his powers, he slices the shirts open and with a flick of the finger, banishes them both across the room.

The pair gawk at him and the shorter shakes, and squeaks out. “A-Aiden! A-and he’s Jacob!” The latter starts and glares at his friend.

“Aiden!” Clearly displeased, Jacob tries again to pull his arms down, but to no avail.

“Aiden and Jacob. A pleasure. Simply a pleasure.” You walk up to the trussed up boys, licking your lips in what you hope is a creepy and evil way. “I shall enjoy your stay at the Blue Bird. But alas, your attire is simply against the dress code. Cale?”

Needing no more prompting, Cale places a hand on either boy’s hip, and pulls away, taking the rest of their clothes with him. A pair of undignified squeaks comes right after as both boys try to kick or close their legs.

“N-no! Please!” Aiden begs already, not even knowing what they’re in for.

“S-sickos! F-fucking pervs!” Jacob takes a more offensive approach in his mannerism, not that it will help either.

“Now boys, it is time for your punishment – you were very naughty, what you did to my property. So you must be properly disciplined.” Fingertips touch bare stomachs, both sets wiggle lightly.

“Eehehehe HEehehehwhahhaahat the fuhuhuhuck!?” Jacob giggles and mouths off as he hangs there, trying to curl up and protect himself.

“NEehehehe EHehehehHeheeneoo dohoon’t!” Aiden meanwhile twists and turns as much as the magical bondage allows.

“Perfect.” Cale purrs as he moves behind them, claws sliding up and down their outer sides, causing louder laughter and pulling towards each other.

Your lips curl into a devilish smile as your fingers wiggle all over bare ticklish torsos – stomachs that make them both giggle, ribs that make Jacob laugh deeply, nipples that make Aiden shriek like a little boy and armpits that make both bound troublemakers laugh and laugh and laugh some more.

You and Cale double team tickle this pair of miscreants for a while, Aiden shrieking and screaming as you pinched and poked and wiggled your fingers over his rather large pink nipples. “NEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE! PLEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! HEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEEEE!”

You just grin and whisper to him, lips brushing his ear as your fingers circle his hardened pink nips, “Tickle tickle tickle, bad little boy.” And you pinch Aiden’s nipples hard, eliciting a screaming moan out of the shorter boy, licking his ear once you feel the rock hard tip of his uncut cock poking your bare stomach.

Idly you wonder what it is about kinky gay boys wandering into this place as you return to tickling the overly large and sensitive nipples of Aiden, looking to the side and watching Cale’s claws dig in between Jacob’s ribs from behind. Even the taller brunette has wood, and you can’t be sure why as all he has been doing is laughing uproariously and cursing. “AAHHAAAAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAFUHUHCKERHHAHAHAHAHA PEHEHEHEEEIECE OF SHIHIHIIIIIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAAHA HAAHAHAHSTAHHAAP AHAHAHAHAHAHAASSHOHOHOLE!”

Suddenly, a wet hot splash hits your naked back, causing you to jump and turn around, leaving poor little Aiden for a moment to catch his breath.

Behind you, also out of breath, Petey pants, holding his dribbling cock as he gives himself the last few strokes to finish riding out his orgasm. You give him an annoyed look, the wet cum on your back dripping down and cooling, forcing you to take your jeans off and toss them on top of Pete’s across the room to keep them clean. He winks and shrugs.

“Pete, if you’re finished helping yourself, could you maybe go get me a towel or something? My back is getting cold.” Turning back around to get back to work on the blond Aiden, you receive a kiss to your cheek as Pete walks by.

“Yes, Master.” He whispers, sending a shiver down your spine to your cock. You could definitely get used to being a Master.

Turning your sights on Aiden’s nipples again, the boy gasps and begs. “No! P-please sir. M-master sir, please don’t, not my nipples please! They’re too sensitive pleeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Twisting them, you see his cock pulse and bounce, dripping pre-cum. You lick your lips as it jumps and twitches as your fingers wiggle around and around the round pink bundles of nerves on the blond’s chest.

“FUHUHUHUUUUUCKKAAHAHA HAA HAAHAAHA AHAAANAHAAH AAHAHA! AHAHAH AHAHAAHABIHIHITCHA AHHAHAA AHAHAH!” Shaking your head fondly at Cale, who is alternating between deep digging into Jacob’s ribs and light teasing rakes of his pits.

Suddenly you have to close your eyes and moan, biting your lip. There is a tongue licking your back starting from right above your crack. The warm wet sensation drives you up the wall as it licks up all the cool cum from your naked flesh, until you are leaning against Aiden panting, eyes closed. “G-guess you couldn’t find a t-towel, Pete.”

“No, I did. Hey Kyle.” The voice of your cute young tickle-lover comes from in front of you, behind Aiden. Your eyes shoot open as you look past the blond to see Petey holding a towel up and smiling a half-annoyed smile at you. Then you feel the tongue lick from your crack up your spine, ending at the base of your skull.

Moaning, you turn and stare up into the dark, shadowed eyes of who must be Kyle. You barely have the chance to notice his black hair and pale skin as his black painted lips press into yours. The amazing tongue pushes past your lips, tasting of the familiar Pete and the wild and new Kyle.

He presses into your further, pushing you against Aiden who whimpers as his cock is pushed into your wet back. Your own is pressed into Kyle’s cool leather thigh, waves of sexy pleasure washing through you, especially as your left hip is poked by a leather tent. The background sounds of Jacob’s tortured laughter top of this experience of pure sex fueled eroticism.

Breaking the kiss finally, Kyle backs away, satisfied smile curling on his face. Finally able to get a good look, you have to bite your lip to keep a moan at bay. This Kyle is the epitome of your deepest dark goth sex fantasy. Standing at 5’9, wearing black leather boots, shiny black leather pants that cling to his thin legs and perfectly outline his raging hard on, black vest with a ton of zippers and buckles under a long sleeved black and light blue shirt. Fingerless gloves show off very long fingers topped with black nail polish, perfectly complimenting his black lipstick and eyeshadow.

Oh yeah, you’ve played with yourself thinking of a guy like him since puberty. And he just molested your naked body. Definitely need to bite your lip again.

Before you recover enough to speak and greet who you hope is your newest permanent guest, he bows at the waist with a flourish. “My thanks for offering me a place to say, and with such a most amazing welcome gift as this, a pair of naked boys being tickle tortured by a pair of equally naked and equally sexy boys. My, Peter was right, I am a lucky one to have been offered this. Kyle, at your service, Master.”

You need to swallow a few times, processing this all. Clearly Pete has told this goth adonis about you and whats going on here. And he seems totally into it too. Holy crap this place is the best place in the world except for that damn demon… Speaking of which.

“Th- Ahem. The pleasure is mine, Kyle. I’m glad you decided to join us here at the Blue Bird. Would you care to assist us in punishing these two trespassing mess-makers. We had this place rather nicely cleaned up for you before, but as you can see…” Waving your arm at the mess, you turn back to see Kyle directly in front of you again.

You start as he kisses you hard again, a quick one this time, before whispering “I would be honored.” He walks behind the boys, Jacob having been given a break by the curious Cale who stopped as soon as Kyle announced himself.

The tall goth grabs the towel from Pete, who gives the far taller boy an annoyed look, and drapes it on the floor under both captives. Hanging as they are, there is about a foot between their bare feet and the floor, just enough room for Kyle to slide his head under the close together feet of the boys and drag his long tongue from heel to toes, first Aiden’s, then Jacob’s.

“NAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAGOD!” Aiden shouts, bucking wildly.

“EEEEEEEEEYEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Soon followed by Jacob.

“AHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOHOO!” Aiden again, then Jacob once more.

“YEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEAAA!”

This continued for a minute or two before they both start laughing constantly, louder shrieks and shouts interspersed. You three look down and see long, dark tipped fingers sliding all over the remaining feet erratically as Kyle continues his licking torture.

As you watch, an interesting thing is noticed. When Kyle licks Jacob’s foot, neither cock moves from their erect and horny position, but as soon as Aiden shrieks louder thanks to the warm wet torture device, both dicks twitch. Aiden’s has reason, he is being tickled and teased more. But Jacob? Curious.

Suddenly, a deviously evil idea is hatched. You call Cale over, right before he is about to rejoin in the tickling, much to his annoyance. “Cale, arms up, legs spread, don’t move.” The demon snaps to this pose, growling.

“Pete go get a glass or something.” You walk around behind Cale as the cute strawberry blond rushes off. “Cale, if you’d stop growling, I would explain that I have an idea other than to torture you.” It takes him a moment, enough to allow Pete to return with a glass. “How would you like two more cock-slaves, my demon torturer?”

You hear him gasp and can practically feel the size of his huge grin without even needing to see his face. “Master, you know I can use the semen I get from myself for this.”

You grin now as well, “I know, but I enjoy milking it from you just the same.” And your fingers tease the ticklish nipples of the demon boy. His reaction is similar but less severe than Aiden’s when you did that to him.

“EEEHEHEHAHHA AHAHAHHAMAAHAHAHASTERR AHAHAHA HEHEEHE!” Cale stands perfectly still however, taking his tickling like a good slave.

“Pete, make sure you catch his cum when he shoots. Don’t want do make him do it twice do we?” You share an evil grin with the cute boy, who grabs the demons cock and starts massaging it.

“OOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHFUHUUHUHCKKKK AHAHHAAA!” Cale moans and laughs as you tickle him pink and Pete rubs the tip of the demon’s sexy penis.

Within minutes, you have a tired demon, a glass full of his spunk, and you look up to find dark lidded eyes staring at you, not having stopped licking all the while.

“You may return as you were Cale.” The dark haired demon drops to the floor panting for a moment, glaring at Pete.

You shake your head at them, and move to the tired, tickled trespassers. A wide grin erupts on your face as you pour half the glass on each of their cocks, taking the time to slowly rub it in. Aiden goes wild as you rub it under his foreskin directly on the gland, which makes Jacob’s cut cock weep massive amounts of pre-cum.

Shrugging, you grab both slick dicks and slowly start stroking. Both boys shriek and moan and beg to cum, but they are being punished, so you barely move your hands. Slow and torturous, they hang there until finally, with twin shouts of pure sexual exhilaration, two milky white arcs of cum travel through the air and land nearly five feet away.

Kyle slides out from under them as they both pass out, hanging still. A bright flash of light comes from both their crotches, and you all move in to see marks, identically matching yours, appear on both boys.

Kyle looks curiously, as does Pete, but Cale starts laughing uproariously, slowly lowering the unconscious cock-slaves to the ground. “Best Master ever. If he should wish, I could expend some energy to unlock him for one.”

You gasp as you stare into the pitch black eyes of the demon. You feel the need to be mad at him for withholding this ability from you, but turning to look at Kyle, a whole host of terrible and amazing sexual fantasies play out in your mind and you nod.

A finger to your mark and a whispered chant later, you feel a little different, and looking down you see a pale circle around the mark.

“Thank you Cale. Could you and Pete show our newest friends to their new rooms? I shall take Kyle to his myself.” Kyle raises an eyebrow, coy smile on his face.

Pete growls and walks off, “Cale you’re so damn magic, you pick em up and come on. I know where we can stick em.”

Cale growls back, “You, boy, are not my Master, and shall have a very unfortunate evening should you not watch yourself!” But Cale follows, magically toting the troublemakers along.

Left alone with Kyle, you swallow hard and turn to him. “So. Allow me to show you to your room.”

He smiles a half smile and follows as you lead him to room 30. Inside, you show off the amenities, before suddenly finding yourself lying on the bed, with your pink lips crushed by black ones and both your cocks rubbing each other’s through leather pants.

Moaning, you allow this for a minute before you feel yourself about to shoot. You push Kyle off and roll away, panting.

This is your one shot in the longest time to cum on your own terms. You will not waste it.

Turning to Kyle, you order him to remove his clothes. “Yes, my Master,” is the sexily purred answer. You stand there, eyes locked as he slides the gloves off one at a time, unzips his vest and slides off his shirt. As his pants slide down, and you notice his lack of any undergarment whatsoever, your brain melts until he is standing totally naked on the other side of the bed.

“Lie on the bed, spread out and shut your eyes. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Dashing quickly to your room to grab the duct tape and your feather-pen, you return to find a naked dark gothic sex god, eyes shut and yours for as long as you choose to have him.

Crawling up from between his legs, your naked skin sliding against his, you kiss him as your cocks rub together gently, catching a soft puff of air from his lips with yours. You grab his arms, pulling them up and securely taping them to the headboard.

Kissing him again, he shifts on the bed slightly, inhaling deeply through his nose as he tries and fails to lower his long pale arms. Clearly a fan of bondage.

You kiss down his skinny torso and listen to his deep breathing, and light moans as you bypass his very long cock and kiss down his legs.

Getting to his ankles, you take a moment to admire the matching black toenail polish, before grabbing his left one, pulling it to the corner of the bed and stopping suddenly. You look up at the goth, then down at your free cock, and smile.

Taking both ankles, you push them up to the headboard and tape them next to each wrist, stretching his legs unbelievably wide. You take a moment to admire your work, having turned the ultra-sexy Kyle into a delicious V.

Leaning down to give Kyle one more kiss, you whisper, “Are you ready, slave?” Kneeling there, your cock slides between his spread ass cheeks, gently teasing his puckered hole with a drop of pre-cum.

“Ohh yes my Master. Fuck your slave. Fuck him hard and fast and all night long.” He moans and pants already as your cock twitches against his asshole.

“Not so fast. You aren’t only my fuck-slave. Nooo you are also my tickle-slave!” Reaching to the headboard, you skitter your fingers all over the upturned bare soles.

“NOOHOHOHOHOHOOHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAPLHEHEHEHEHEASE AHAHA NONOAHAHAHAH NO DON’T AHAHAH!” He shrieks and wriggles, waves of erotic sensations wash through your cock.

“EHEEHEHEHHEEHEHHAHAAH NAHAHAAHA AHAHAHA AHOHOHOHOHFUHUHUCK NOHOHO DOHOHOHN’T” His painted toes wiggle as your fingers slide over his big soft soles. A target you can’t resist, they slide up and down his toes.

“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEENOTTHAHAHAAHAT! AAHAAAA AAHAAAAA AAAHAAAHAHAHAHAAA!” Kyle’s sexy bucking and tortured wiggling doubles and you tickle his toes like crazy.

You keep this torture up for a few minutes, until you stop to give the sexy pale boy a break.

He lies there panting as you reach over and pick up the feather. Kyle opens his eyes with the feather slowly closing in on his toes and he screams. “NO PLEASE NOT A FEEEEEEEHEHHEHEHAHAHHA AHAHAHAH AHAHHEHEHEHAHAH AA!!!”

His toes wiggle faster than ever as the fluffy tickle tool is threaded between them all, one by one. Once you finish doing that to all his toes five times, each pass causing insane amounts of tortured shrieking giggles, you can’t help yourself and you push the tip of your dick into Kyle.

He arches his back as your cock slides into him easily, thanks to the pre-cum you’ve been dribbling. Once you settle into him completely, you just kneel there panting, with your eyes closed.

Both of you moan loudly as you pull out almost completely before thrusting back in. Kyle wriggles on the bed, trying to push you deeper into him.

Your eyes alight on his rock hard member and without warning you draw the tip of the feather down it from cockhead to balls.

Kyle’s reaction nearly sends you over the edge; he shrieks a sound of pure tortured lust, arching and bucking all over as you kneel there letting the bound goth boy fuck himself with your cock.

Panting and biting your lip hard, you can’t stop yourself. Taking the feather, you drag it all over Kyle’s long and horny cock, sending the pale boy into fits of erotic torture. It takes only a few seconds before you shoot deep into him, which pushes the goth’s cock into cumming as well, streams of white hot spunk flying into the headboard.

Its at least a full minute before you push yourself out of Kyle. Pushing against him and running your hands down the backs of his legs, you move in to kiss his black lips.

“It’s not so bad being my tickle-slave is it Kyle?” You whisper to him. Dark hair flops from left to right as he shakes his head ‘no’. You reply, “Good, cause some boys become even more ticklish after they cum.”

And before he even has a chance to open his eyes, your fingers fly all over his still-trapped soles.

The rest of the night is filled with the screaming, shrieking laughter of two tortured boys, which doesn’t stop until early the next morning.

Wait… Two?

 

 

Interlude

 

While you were putting Kyle through a hellish torture down the hall, Cale and Pete were putting Aiden and Jacob to bed. The demon was hefting the naked boys into the large four poster a few rooms down.

As he was plopping the taller Jacob down beside his blond friend, a pair of hands grabbed his naked ass.

Spinning and growling, Cale grabbed Petey by the throat and slammed him into the wall. “What do you think you are doing, human?” The pale molested demon demanded in a low voice.

Pete grinned as he gasped for air – Cale had a firm grip, but wasn’t putting pressure onto his windpipe. “W-well you’ve got a very nice ass, Cale. And I figured we could have a little fun together, since you seemed to enjoy yourself before…”

The strawberry blond boy’s hand wandered towards the demon’s long, erect cock, and managed to ghost over it before both his wrists were held over his head and Cale was growling louder. “How dare you think to touch me, human. If Master hadn’t ordered me to be immobile, I would have tossed you across the room for touching me before.” Clearly Cale didn’t appreciate Pete’s assistance in your retrieval of his cum…

Pete, however, didn’t realize the full extent of the demon’s displeasure, and continued to goad him. He pushed his own cock, hard at being handled this way by a naked sexy demon boy, into said demon boy’s thigh, rubbing. “Mmmm c’mon Cale.”

Cale’s glare intensified and he grabbed Pete bodily. “I’m going to teach you to keep your cock to yourself!”

The demon carried Pete into the small boy’s room, and closed the door. Tossing Pete onto his bed, Cale summoned up a handful of dark purple goop in his hand, and spread it over Petey’s erection. He had to hold the human down, for he was moaning and writhing with pleasure as a demonic hand covered his cock and balls with warm, slick goo.

After a few moments, Cale got up off of Pete and walked across the room, to sit on a chair. Pete was confused, but Cale just smirked his evil little smirk, staring.

A moment later, Pete flopped back, moaning. There was a light, warm moving sensation on his cock and balls. Like a tiny massager covering him turned on. Pete panted and moaned as the feelings grew and grew, moving all over the bed on his back and letting the stuff do its stuff. Soon it reached a feverish pace and Pete was sure that any second now he’d cum.

Any second now…

Soon…

Oh how Pete bucked and moaned as his cock was pleasured immensely.

But orgasm never came, for the goo suddenly stopped thrumming around his cock and just lay there inert.

Pete flopped onto his stomach and started humping the bed, trying to bring himself off. Then he turned back and grabbed himself, rubbing hard, but neither sensation could he feel. The goo covering his cock and balls was blocking out every bit of outside stimulation and left him nearly delirious with the near-orgasm.

“C-Cale. W-what is this? P-please, let me cum.” Pete whimpered at the demon sitting across the room, who go up with a wicked grin. He silently straddled the reddish-blond’s legs and started skittering his sharp nails tortuously up the naked soles.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAA AHAHAHAAA YEEHEEAHAAA AHAAHAAA HEHEEHEAHAHAHA! OOHOHOHOHOHAHAA CAHAHAALEAHAHAAHA!” Pete laughed, bucking on the bed as a barest hum began to resonate through the goo once more. He shrieked and moaned as his feet were tickled, and his cock was brought again to the edge of pleasure. This time he was sure nothing could hold him back from his orgasm.

Sadly for Pete, the goo stiffened, allowing no more sensation to his cock. Pete howled with frustration, before delving into a sea of giggles as Cale’s claws wiggled between his toes.

“HEHEHEEHEHEH EHEHEEHEHEH CHAHAAHAAALE PLEHEHEHEEHHEASE! EHEHEEHEH EHEEEHEHE EELEEHHET ME CUHUHUHMMMHAHAHHEHEHEE!” Pete begged, but Cale was having none of that. He had been thoroughly embarrassed and insulted that the human had assisted in his forced orgasm before, and then proceeded to molest him. But THIS human was without the ability to stave him off. Cale grinned – Pete was going to suffer.

“AHAH AHAH AAHAAAAAAOHOOHOHOGOOOOD HAHAHAA!” Again the goo begins to pulse. Waves of too-good pleasure rocket through the petite Pete, coupled with the pleasure inducing tickle torture, sending him into a frenzy of laughing, moaning, and desperate need. It only ended as soon as the goo once more subsided, leaving Pete a sweating mess of giggles.

“PLEHEHEEHEEEEASE CALE AHAHAHAHIM SORRY! PLEASE MAKE MEHEHEHEE CUMMM!” Pete begged as the demon’s claws stroked his toes.

Cale paused for a moment, before shrugging, and continuing his torture, letting another two rounds of this go on. He then got up and turned, sliding up Pete’s sweaty naked form as he lay there panting and crying. “Learned your lesson, boy?”

Pete only nodded pathetically, too tired to speak. Cale chucked and grabbed the goo, sliding it off easily and storing it away somewhere. The demon got up and started moving away. “There.”

Before he got far, Pete spoke up, “C-Cale. Would you f-fuck me?”

The demon paused, and turned, looking the exhausted and incredibly horny boy up and down before sighing and moving back to the bed. He returned to Pete’s feet and spread some goo onto them. Then some under his arms, and some more over his balls. Pete shivered as Cale did this, then shrieked as the goo all simultaneous began to hum over his most ticklish parts.

“EEEEAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAOAHAHAHAHAHAAMYAAAGAGAAHAAAD!” Pete bucked all over, only stopping when Cale’s strong hands closed on his hips, trapping Petey on his stomach. Pete continued to struggle and laugh as he felt Cale’s monstrous demon cock enter him from behind.

“OOHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAAAA!” Cale lifted Pete, both boys kneeling on the bed as the dark haired Cale pumped in and out of little Pete’s tight ass, vibrations coursing through them as he laughed and screamed.

Cale fucked Pete, not even bothering to give him a reach around, but it turned out to be unneccessary. As Cale’s hot seed spilled up Pete’s ass, without any assistance from either boy, the reddish blond’s cock shot off, a tattered bed curtain falling as it was hit full force.

The demon boy pushed Pete off of him and onto the bed, leaving him in what seemed to be a post coital stupor, and removed his goop from the smaller boy. And once again as he was walking away, Pete spoke. “C-Cale. L-lets do all this again sometime, yah?”

Cale spun around and set his eyes on the grinning face of Pete, who was too tired to even open his eyes. The demon just stood there, before grumbling to himself and shaking his head. Humans…

 

Part 4

 

You exhale contently as you slowly wake up, eyes shut tight to keep out the bright sun that is bathing the room with light. Waiiiit… Your room faces the evening sun…

Your eyes snap open and you try and move. Cursing as you find yourself tied down, you try and undo the knots, but you cannot reach them’.

“Mmmmorning there.” You turn your head to the left, seeing Kyle leaning on his right side, head on his hand, still naked. You close your eyes in frustration – definitely not a good idea, untying someone after a torture like that, even if it is to let them sleep.

“Morning Kyle. Uhm can you let me up?” You pull at your bonds, arms wide, legs together in a big old ‘Y’.

Kyle just shakes his head, hair flying around as he somehow still looks immaculately sexy, even after crying with laughter for hours… He slides up off the bed, and down to your feet. You gulp, curling your toes, already knowing what he’s going to do. Without a word, the dark gothic sex god kneels and starts licking your feet.

“EEHEE EEEHEEHEEHEEEKYLEEEE EHEHEEHEHEEHEOOOHOHOHO FUHUHUCK AHEHEEHEEE!” You buck and wriggle on the bed, your cock immediately at full mast as the impossibly hot, wet and long tongue ticklishly bathes your soles. From heels to toes, over and over in a constant lapping torture.

“YEEHEHHEHEEEHHEHHHAA HEEHEHHEEHEEHHEHAAHAA KYHEHEHEEEEEEE! TIHIHICKLESS AHAHAHAHSTHAAP!” Your eyes shut tight, you cannot see the half-lidded eyes of Kyle, at the end of every lick, stare over your toes directly at your cock as it flails and twitches from his teasing.

He continued his torturous licking for quite some time, more than enough to get you hot and bothered. Sadly, Cale’s unbinding of your cock had truly only lasted the one orgasm, so there you lie, quickly having been brought teetering on the edge of cumming and not able to achieve it.

“OHOHOHOHO OOOHOHOPLEHEHEHEEHEASE EHEHEEEEESTAP!” You moan and shriek, hoping that Kyle will show you mercy. “EEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA!” He doesn’t, instead he slid his tongue between your toes, wiggling non-stop.

You buck madly as his wet tongue tortures you, sending waves of sexual tickling all over your body. Your frustration is boundless, if only that damn demon… Wait! “HAHAHAH AAHAHAHACAA AHAHAHAACALE! AHHAHA!”

Kyle stops for a moment, looking somewhat put out as Cale walks through the door.

He looks at the situation, you tied naked on the bed, rock hard, with naked Kyle kneeling at your feet. Cale laughs to himself and walks toward you.

“Cale, m-make me cum and un…tie me!” You shout at him, still catching your breath.

Cale sits next to you, wiggling his fingertips over your hips and crotch, all around your poor, needy cock. You wriggle and squirm, laughing and moaning as your dick finally gets some well-needed attention. Cale looks to Kyle and motions to him to continue, smirking.

Kyle glares at Cale lightly, but does resume his licking.

“EEEEEEHAHAAA AHHHHAHAH EEYAHAHAAAOHGHAHAHAAD AHAHAHA AHAH!” Tears pour out of your eyes as you suffer under the double-torture of two dark haired boys.

Quickly, your cock swells and you explode your white hot seed all over your chest, screaming unintelligibly until you finally stop cumming. You lay there panting for a good while longer, until you’re untied and helped into the shower by Kyle.

Cale has seeming wandered off, leaving you alone with the goth boy who seems displeased. He keeps the sour look on his face all throughout the shower you both share, and as you reenter his room, you ask him about it.

“What’s the matter Kyle?” He gives you a sad, withering glare as he stops halfway to the door. He opens his mouth to answer, but stops short. Closing it, he shakes his black mane of hair.

“Nothing.” Kyle mutters as he turns his back to you, clad in only thin black boxer briefs, and walks out of the room.

You can’t help but shaking your own head, wondering what was wrong. Could Kyle be jealous, that you had to call out for Cale? It’s not your fault…

But you follow the dark, gloomy boy outside, not bothering to find some clothing. Noticing him walking away, you decide to just give Kyle his space.

Padding into your room, you can’t help but allow a grin to form on your face as you take in the pale, small, boy feet sticking out of your comforter.

You meander over and sit on their ankles, trapping them between your legs as they hang off the edge of your mattress. You start viciously attacking the soft soles with your fingers, causing Pete to shriek behind you, writhing on the bed as his helpless feet are tickled.

Showing the boy no mercy, you spend the rest of your morning none-too-gently forcing the strawberry blond boy to laugh and laugh and laugh. Then Pete laughed some more.

After lunch, which Cale was kind enough to provide in your room, you, Pete and Cale decide to introduce your new friends to the ways of the place.

Upon entering their room, you can clearly see Cale has been here already – Jacob is tied sitting in an armchair, bound at the wrists and ankles, with his mouth covered with tape to silence him. Across from him, Aiden is secured to the bed. The blond is kneeling between the lower two posts, with his knees spread and tied to them, letting his cock and balls swing helplessly beneath him as his arms are stretched high and outward, also tied to the posts, leaving him in another very vulnerable ‘X’. Aiden has also had a strip of fabric covering his eyes, blocking his sight.

You stand off to the side, looking to Cale who has most certainly set this little show up for a reason. The dark haired demon smiles his evil smile, “Master, allow me to explain. Upon partaking in these boys’ torture yesterday, I observed a curious phenomenon I would like to attempt to recreate.” He stalks over towards Jacob, who mumbles loudly through his gag. Cale just pats his head, causing Jacob to try and shift away.

“This one clearly is the dominant in their relationship, and while ticklish in his own right…” Cale’s speech fades off as he becomes somewhat distracted by Jacob, who can’t help but giggle into his gag as a pair of demonic fingers wiggle over his bound chest.

You clear your throat a few minutes later, and Cale stops, leaving the boy panting through his nose in the chair. “He, however, seems to garner no pleasure from it.” You agree silently, watching Jacob’s reaction to the tickling, and lack there-of between his legs.

The demon moves across the room to the bed, to Aiden, who has been silent up to this point. Now, however, “O-oh please. D-don’t…”

He shifts as he hangs between the bed posts, while Cale takes great pleasure in stalking up to the blind boy as silently as possible. He puts his mouth next to Aiden’s ear, and whispers “Boo!”, at the same time he starts wiggling his fingertips across the small boy’s large nipples.

“EEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHAHHAAHAHAHHHHAEEEEHEEEHEEHE! OHOHEHEHEE!” Aiden shrieks and giggles, his penis going from dangling flacidly between his legs, to poking Cale’s leg with rock-hard abandon within moments.

Cale backs off and turns to you, “As demonstrated, Master, this one clearly has an attraction to having his nipples tickled. But if my theory is correct, Master…” Cale pauses, moving himself behind Aiden on the bed. The demon kneels between the boy’s legs and reaches his hands around the naked chest. “Watch the one in the chair…”

“N-no moOOHOHOHOHHOAHHAHAHAA HHHAHAHAAOHOHGOD HAHHAHAH AHHEEEEEEHEENEEEEHEEEE!” Aiden writhes on the bed, his cock trembling as Cale’s fingers tease, tweak, torture and tickle his poor, hypersensitive nipples. Tearing your eyes away was difficult, but upon seeing Jacob, you can’t help a little chuckle from escaping your lips.

The brunette boy is staring at Aiden’s naked, tortured form without shame. His previously limp dick, now quickly rising to the occasion as he mumbles into the tape. Occasionally, when Aiden lets out a particularly loud shriek, Jacob jumps and strains in the chair, like he’s trying to get out. But to what, stop the torture of his little friend?

You move behind Jacob, who doesn’t notice, and lean down to his ear. “You enjoy seeing him like this don’t you Jacob?”

He jumps, turning his head to look at you. And as you stare into his eyes, filled with lust, passion and a bit of fear, you know that it’s true. You turn his head yourself, hands on either side, and force him to look at the petite blond being tickle tortured by a demon. “Oh yes you do. You’ve dreamed of this for years, haven’t you? Every time you think about him, you picture him under you, screaming your name, begging for you. But you enjoy his suffering, you like it when he’s begging and so you wouldn’t stop, you’d torture him all night long. You cum just from thinking about it, don’t you?” Your hand leaves his head to wrap around his cock, sliding up and down it slowly. Jacob grunts and moans through the gag.

“You picture this very thing in your head every time you touch yourself. And now here it is, right across the room. And you can’t even get to it to take part in it. You can’t even touch yourself…” Here you let go of his cock, causing the bound boy to thrust and grunt in the chair, desperate to have his cock touched. But you just keep whispering.

“Oh what torture for you this must be, so close, yet farther than ever. Oh the things you wish you could do to Aiden right now, if it weren’t for the fact that you’re trapped, tied to this chair.” You continue whispering such things into Jacob’s ear as Cale continues the nipple torture on his friend.

Soon, you lock eyes with Cale, and motion for him to make Aiden cum. He raises an eyebrow in question, since it wasn’t a verbal order, and he does not need to follow it. You reply with an evil grin of your own, one learned from having spent far too much time around the demon. But it works to convince Cale that you have your reasons.

Aiden screams out in a single, long shriek of erotic torture as his cock is pumped as his left nipple is teased, and it doesn’t even take twenty seconds to shoot long, white streams of cum across the room. A few drops even hit Jacob’s feet, which causes him to buck and grunt furiously.

With Aiden hanging there, totally spend from this torturous experiment, you cover Jacob’s eyes with a blindfold as well now.

“Cale, take him to another room, not adjacent to this one, and untie him. Then lock him in. Return here, and lock this door as well, and I’ll meet you in my room.” Your demon nods and carries Jacob off, chair and all. You and Pete, who stayed for the show, moved to untie Aiden, who pretty much passed out on the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow. You smile, ruffle his blond hair and tuck him in.

You and Pete leave, grabbing yourselves a bite to eat and returning to your room. Cale is there already and you offer him something. He declines and sits on the bed, waiting to hear what your plan is.

Chuckling, you share another meal with the two of them and explain your idea. Upon hearing it, Cale laughs outright and proclaims you to be the most demonic human he has ever encountered, and states once more his pleasure at having chosen you to try and torture that night.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but can’t help but feel infinitely pleased at the praise. Ordering Cale to make sure that those boys are properly fed and watered, but not allowed free reign of the hotel, you get up to leave. Pete stops you, not even saying a word, but just looking at you with big, pleading eyes.

“Pete I’d love to, but right now I have to go talk to Kyle.” You sigh as Pete whimpers like a kicked puppy, and call out to Cale. “Cale, entertain Pete for the res of the night please.” The demon seems off-put, but nods and takes the reddish blond across the hall to his room for some entertainment.

You chuckle to yourself, not believing you were turning down tickling Pete, but then again, as Kyle answers your knock to his door, and you see his naked, pale body again, thoughts of anyone else slide from your mind. “Can I come in?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“It is your hotel, after all.” Moving inside, you take his hand and pull him onto the bed next to you. Pausing for a moment, you notice a few new additions to this room that weren’t there this morning, but you put that out of your mind for the moment. “Please, tell me what’s wrong Kyle.”

The goth shifts away from you on the bed a bit, but doesn’t let your hand go. He mutters, but it was too low to hear. “I’m sorry Kyle but I didn’t catch that. Listen, if you’re jealous or something of Cale-“

“I am not jealous of Cale!” He turns and glares at you, pulling his hand away. But the way he spat out Cale’s name is quite telling.

“What is it then?” You keep your eyes on him as he huffs and shuffles around, having stood up after his little outburst. Eventually he stops and turns to you, looking straight at your naked crotch. Without warning, he dives at you, his mouth locking around your semi and doing some amazing things with his tongue.

As soon as you are capable, you force yourself to grab his head and pull him off slowly. “K-Kyle, p-please. Ohhh stop.” He stands again quickly and glares.

“Again! What is so wrong with me that you can’t let me give you pleasure anymore? Is it that oh you had me, now I’m old hat?” Kyle starts shouting, and you stand up, placing your hands on his shoulders and silencing him with a kiss.

He struggles at first, but eventually melts into you, kissing you back.

Too soon, you pull back and whisper, “There. Now let me talk. Would I have done that if you were old news? Would I have come here at all tonight? You are quite possibly the sexiest, most talented and beautiful boy in the entire world, Kyle, so shut your mouth about that.

“Now about the pleasuring me thing, let me explain in full…”

After a lengthy explanation of Cale, his demonic powers and the binding ritual performed on your cock, you sigh. “I wish you could pleasure me in a thousand different ways that I’ve already though of since meeting you, but I just… Can’t.”

Kyle sighs himself, “I can’t say I believe you unequivocally. It’s all rather… Supernatural and magical and those things just don’t exist… But you…” He strokes the side of your face in a very tender motion. “There’s something about you that makes me want to believe.” Kyle leans in and kisses your lips, then moves to kiss your ear, whispering, “My Master.”

Your cock pulses as he says that – when Cale calls you Master, it’s somewhat detached and rather reluctant. Pete is just cute, like an eager puppy. But Kyle… When he calls you Master, that one word is full of promise, lust, desire, and total willingness. And that drives you wild.

“Mmmm Master thinks his Slave needs to be taught to believe anything his Master says, no matter how unbelievable it might seem.” You purr to Kyle, who kneels at your feet and nods.

“Oh yes Master. I am a bad Slave, who needs punishment.” You grin and move across the room, having seen something perfect for your evening’s activities. Unhooking the chain from the wall, it falls straight down from the center of the ceiling. It may be your hotel, but Kyle has seen fit to alter his room, apparently.

You pull at the chain and it doesn’t even creak. Very solid. You grab a pair of leather manacles and hand them to Kyle. “Put those on.” You grin as he does, holding his wrists out to you to finish binding. You snap them into the end of the chain and move across the room to the other end of the chain, where it is bolted into the wall. You admire the design of this DIY contraption as you pull the chain, winding it into the bolt and raising Kyle’s arms.

Kyle gasps as you stop, his arms high, leaving him almost totally stretched upward. His cock twitches now that he is helpless, and you move up behind him. He nods as you whisper in his ear, “You’re a baaaaad boy, Kyle.”

Your own member twitches as the dark haired goth’s hair flies, and you place your hands on his chest, fingers rolling his nipples lightly. He moans as they harden, head tilting back as his eyes close. “Should I punish you here?”

Kyle nods, but you’ve already moved on, your fingers slide in and out of his belly button. He chuckles and wiggles his hips a bit as you speak again, “Belly button torture?”

Again your fingers descend quickly, grabbing his hips and digging your fingers into them, wiggling. He shrieks and tries to buck, but your grip is firm. “NEEHEEHEEEEEEE!”

“Maybe here, hm?” He giggles for a moment more before you let go, moving to the bound goth’s front. Your hands rub down his thighs and grip his knees. You kneel and lift them over your shoulders, fingers sliding behind his thighs and over his bubble butt.

“OOooohohohooohhhmmmmm MMmmhmhmhmh!” Kyle moans, giggling lightly as your fingers tease his sensitive bum. His cock throbs when you poke his hole with a finger, but you don’t slide it in.

Instead you twist and move back two steps, standing straight in one fluid motion. A pair of ankles sit on your shoulders as the goth boy they’re connected to becomes stretched out completely, hanging in a ‘V’. Black painted toes wiggle and curl as you grin, tracing fingertips down his large pale feet. “Nooo HERE!”

“EEEHEHEEHEHEHEH EHEHEEHEHEEHEEEE OHOHOHEHEHEE!” Kyle shrieks, wiggling back and forth as well as he can, which isn’t much considering how he is bound and stretched. He can’t physically raise his legs anymore, and by hunching you shoulders slightly, he can’t slide them left or right off of your shoulders either. So he is trapped as he is, feet vulnerable under your ticklish assault.

“YEEHEEHEEEHAHAHAH AAHAHAHHAA AHAHAAOHOHOHSTHAAPAAHAHAH! OH STAHAAP AHAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEEASE!” Kyle begs and laughs, but you don’t even consider stopping.

“Aw does Slave believe me now?” Your fingertips slide up and down his wiggling toes, and Kyle shrieks louder.

“EEYEEEEEESS HEHEHEEH EHEHAHAHAA AHAHAHAOHOOHOHAHHAAA AAHHEHEE YEHHEEES!” The goth shouts out between laughter, and you smile.

“Is Slave sorry he didn’t believe his Master?” You grab his right big toe and pull it back, your other hand moving around your head to scratch up and down his stretched sole.

“AAAAAAAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAYESYESHAHAHAHYEHEHEHESS IHIHIHM SHAHHAAHARY MAHAHASTER AHAHA PLEHEEHEASE AHAHAAHSTHAHAAP!”

“Oh what big soft feet you have, Slave. I bet this is torture for you, having them tickled so mercilessly.” Grinning and switching feet, holding his left toes and ticking that sole, you love the sound of Kyle’s begging laughter.

“EEEEHEHAHAHA AHAHAHYESH AHAHAAMAHAASTEREHEHEEPLEHEEASE! AHAH AHAAPLEHEHEASE I’LL BEHEHEEE A GOHHOHAAAAAAA AHAA GOOD SLAHAAVE! PLEHEHEASE STAHAAP!”

Another minute, fingers raking up and down both soles as they once again wiggle desperately, and you stop, lowering Kyle back onto the ground and letting him stand.

He pants, catching his breath as you walk around him, circling your prey. Occasionally you’d reach out and deliver a quick tickle to his body – a poke to his pits, wiggling fingers to his butt, belly button scritch. But soon he’s recovered and he glares playfully at you. “Oh Master, what a story you tell. I’ll neeeeever believe it.”

You gasp at him, and grin. Retrieving a pair of feathers from the nightstand, you lift Kyle’s legs again, kneeling with his knees on either shoulder, staring at his straining cock now that it is directly in front of your face. “Is that so, Slave?”

Kyle giggles already and nods, looking down at you through his hair. “Oh yes Master. Never, ever.”

“We shall see…” A feather’s tip slides from Kyle’s lower back, down between his cheeks and down under his balls, coming around and then up his cock.

“Ehe eeheeEE HEHEH OHEEEEEEE EEHEHE EHEHHEHAHA AHAHHEEHE EHOHOH OHOOOOHOHOHOHFUHUHCK!” He reacts exactly as you’d expect – giggling lightly until his hole is teased. Then his cock jumps, his giggles turn to laughs as his balls are tickled, which become moaning chuckles as his cock is feathered. Oh how fun this will be.

Putting one feather behind your ear for later, you start by fluttering a single one behind the shaved, hanging balls of your willing slave.

“EEEEEHEHEHEH EHHEHHAHAHHA HEHEAHAHAHA AOHOMAAHAHAHASTERRR! HEHEHEEEHEHEEEEEE!” They dangle and wiggle minimally, giving the poor boy no relief as your feather swishes back and forth for what were only minutes, but must have felt so much longer to the laughing boy.

“Had enough Slave? No? Didn’t think so.” Without barely a moment’s rest, you slide the feather up and down Kyle’s asscrack, sending the boy into giggling fits.

“EHEHE EHEHEHEEHEEE OHHEHEEE EHEHEEEHEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEHEHE NEEEEHEEEEEEEEEE!” He wiggled his hips as best he could, which was not much at all, as the feather slid between his bubbly butt cheeks.

Eventually you reach around and part his ass with one hand, exposing his super sensitive hole fully, and stroking it with the feather in light flicks. Kyle goes nuts, shrieking and moaning, his cock throbbing with clear lust.

“EEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEHEEHEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEEHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” He was a mess before long, and it was quite long before you stopped that tiny flicking motion.

“Poor Kyle. His cock looks soooo sensitive and in need of a good torture.” Grabbing the other feather, you rest your wrists on his pale thighs and move them up and down his cock. One feather moving down as the other up, back and forth, not even tiring your arms.

“AAHAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAAA AMAHAHAAHHSTAR PLEEHEHEEEEEASE IM SOHOHORRY PLHEHEEHEHEHHAHAAAAAHAAAH AHAH AAHHAHAHAAAAANAHAHAAT THAHAAHAT AHAHHA PLEHHEEEEASE! NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” The ‘Thahaahat’ being refereed to, was the act of both feathers fluttering over the red, throbbing head of Kyle’s cock.

You couldn’t help but be amazed at the reaction this was getting – the simple act of two fluffy feathers sliding over an engorged cockhead was making Kyle react so much, it was almost hard keeping him still. He was screaming, laughing and crying between moaning, begging and grunting.

Kyle was so sensitive on his cockhead, in fact, that after three minutes of this light torture, he surprised you by howling and cumming, white hot seed spraying all over himself and your head and hands.

You licked the goth clean as he settled down, it taking him almost ten minutes. You kiss him soundly and hug him. “How is my Slave doing after all that?”

Kyle smiled at you and replied. “He is a believer, Master.”

You smile back, giving him another quick peck on the mouth, before kneeling again, and replacing his knees on your shoulders. “You told me that once before and went back on it. I think we should make ABSOLUTELY sure you believe me, this time.”

Picking back up the feathers, you look up at the horrified face of the sexiest boy in your world and grin evilly as it twists into a laughing mess once again.

As you kneel there, comfortably feathering the long pale cock, you abjectly wonder how many times you could physically make Kyle cum just by doing this.

You shrug, listening to the laughter filled pleas. By morning you’ll know, so you might as well take your time getting there.

 

Part 5

 

An evil, predatory grin slithers across your lips as you observe the four boys laying face down on your bed. Each of them with their arms bound behind their backs, lying side by side, naked; a sea of ticklish flesh for you to devour. The prize you choose to attack, however, lies off the bed. Eight feet all dangle off the end, toes pointed downward and bound together.

Not to their other leg, mind you. You’ve secured each boy’s ankle to his neighbor’s, just for fun. You strut from one end of the bed to the other, watching as they all shift under your gaze. First is Cale, your demon slave. He lies there, claws twitching, clearly wishing to be in your position, but having no choice but to lie there next to all this ticklishness and wait.

Next to him, left ankle taped to the demon’s right, is Aiden. He had been coming along nicely as a new resident of the Inn, despite initial misgivings. He still hates being tickled, but has come to accept it in his life and is making do. He seems to be trying to shift away from Cale though, for good reason. Doubtlessly the demon would love to do terribly ticklish things to him in this position.

Bound to his right foot is Pete’s, just as cute and innocent-acting as always. Still more than happy helping you secure the other boys, provided you promise he gets to be tickled too.

And finally Kyle’s long sole joins with Pete’s smaller one. While still suspicious about the whole supernatural thing, you and he have had many enjoyable nights together. And mornings. And evenings. The goth sex god seems to be rather attracted to your power over the rest of the boys, and loves it when you make him your slave.

You kneel at the center of the row of feet hanging off of your bed this mid-morning and draw your fluffy feather down, from heels to toes, of the bound-together feet of Pete and Aiden. Both boys squeal and shift on the bed, and Pete’s toes start wiggling as Aiden’s clench for a moment.

Upon doing it again, Aiden gigglishly begs, “NoohoOHooheheee!”

Pete just giggles, enjoying it immensely. “EHEheheheheee!”

Stroking their joined soles with the feather, you can’t help but admire the two boys, so similar yet so different. One a willing slave, the other just happy for a place to stay.

Your feather starts sawing back and forth along all eight soles, four voices giggle and shriek one at a time in a beautifully musical sound. Continuing this for a while, you settle on feathering the black-nailed toes of Kyle, and Pete’s small wiggling toes, resulting in louder, more pronounced laughter from the boys.

After a bit more toe tickling, you lean back and give Pete and Kyle a rest, and as they catch their breaths you cut the tape from their ankles and move around the bed. Climbing up, you order Cale to “Roll over Aiden.” And having taped the comforter around the dark haired demon, he takes it with him.

Circling around, you lean down and lick Kyle’s ear, whispering to him. “Roll over Pete, my Slave.” Kyle shivers and does as he is told, and after a bit of jostling and ensuring no one was being squished, you tape the comforter cocoon closed and move back to your kneeling position. Now you have a boy-burrito, with their super sensitive soles sticking out of one end in a mass of ticklish skin.

Dragging the feather across the eight feet, the responding four voices all giggling together in unison sends a shiver down your body directly to your hard-on. You lay the feather down and start dragging your fingers all over the soles at your mercy.

A cacophony of hysterics ensues; the boy-burrito on your bed bucks and bounces; and you don’t stop for an instant. No one set of soles gets any more than any other, even though after all this time together, you can easily discern Pete’s wiggling feet from Aiden’s scrunched soles, and Kyle’s long, painted toes distinguish his feet from the others.

All eight soles suffer under your tickle assault until well past noon, as your fingertips play over every inch of the helpless ticklish feet.

After stopping finally, and undoing the blanket and arm restraints, all four boys remain lying there for a while, catching their breaths. Kyle is the first to get up, and he comes over and kisses you firmly before sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. The others soon join you sitting there, and five rumbling stomachs decide its time for lunch.

After a naked picnic in the middle of your bedroom, you leave Pete and Kyle to their own devices as you and Cale take Aiden to Jacob’s room. Begging not to, even as you move him through the halls, you merely pat his head. If only he knew what you were going to unleash upon him today…

After Aiden has been placed in the same position he was when you began this experiment a week ago; arms up to opposite corners of the posts, same with his knees, his feet free behind him, you remove Jacob’s blindfold. He was once more bound to the chair, staring at his blond friend’s naked body. His cock was purplish and hard, as it hadn’t been able to cum since arriving here.

Your plan was simple, Jacob clearly was having impure thoughts about his little friend, and you decided to use this as a way to turn the brunette boy to your favour. Enacting the torture he so wanted to orchestrate, right in front of him, while slowly stroking his cock and not allowing him to partake has driven almost all coherent thoughts from his mind, save the pure and utter need to have Aiden.

Its time to bring your plan to fruition.

You kneel beside Jacob and nod to Cale. The demon’s claws start sliding over Aiden’s soft torso, squeals of ticklishness pouring from the boy. Jacob bucks and strains in the chair, watching this, desperate to be a part of it, until he howls into his gag. He pulls and writhes as your hand slides up and down his purple dick, electrical impulses to cum being sent to his brain that, thanks to Cale’s ownership of this cock, it cannot do.

Cale continues to attack Aiden’s sides and hips as the boy squeals and tries to wiggle away and you whisper to Jacob. “You want to do that to him, don’t you Jacob? You want to torture him and make him scream and beg and writhe and wiggle and need it to stop. And then you want to cum. Shoot your seed deep into him as you torture his soft skin.”

Jacob bucks and strains with all his might, your words ringing in his ears. “I can make that happen, Jacob. I can let you get at Aiden and do everything you want to him. I can even let you cum. Do you want that?” For the first time, Jacob’s eyes slide from Aiden’s tortured wriggling body, to look in your eyes.

“All you need to do is accept that you are mine, a tool used to tickle and be tickled at my whim. Pledge yourself to me, and you will have Aiden and an orgasm. What will it be?” You rip the tape off Jacob’s mouth, not stopping your stroking of his member.

Jacob, eyes still locked with you, opens his mouth. “Master.”

Your grin is large and your cock twitches at having another call you that. “Good boy. Now I will let you go, but there is a condition if your want your orgasm. You will cum if you fuck Aiden’s cute little ass, but to do so, you need Aiden to beg you for it. And you’re not allowed to tell him that, that just ruins the fun. Make him beg you to fuck him, and you’ll plant your seed so far up him, he’ll be yours forever. Understand?”

“Yes Master.” You start untying his wrists and say Cale’s name. The demon takes his cue and places a fingertip right between Aiden’s butt cheeks. He inter lays a pair of cock unlocks and a verbal barrier onto the blond’s entrance, and slides off the bed.

Aiden pants and hangs there for a while, not having heard any of the exchange, but he looks up as you and Cale move off to the side.

The blond boy’s eyes widen as he sees Jacob finish untying himself and stand. The short blond whimpers as he stares into his friend’s eyes and sees only lust as he approaches him. “J-Jake! C-come on. H-help me, untie me.”

But Jacob was long passed the point of any such mercies. He had spent a week watching his deepest, darkest desires unfold before his eyes, without even the simple act of being able to pleasure himself.

Now, being Aiden’s friend for so long, Jacob had accumulated a few tidbits of personal information about the boy, one of which he used to torture at this very moment. He leaned down, pursed his lips, and blew cool air over Aiden’s large, pink, puckered nipples.

“EEEEAAAHHHNOOHOPLEEASE! NO NO JAKE NO NOT THAT! AHHHHH!” Little Aiden’s body writhed and squirmed as Jacob continued to lightly blow over each nipple. As you watched, you could see from where you and Cale were hidden, how those buds of immense sensitivity hardened into sharp points on his chest.

After almost five minutes of this, Aiden’s cock pulsing the whole time, Jacob leans back and drags a finger around each nipple.

Aiden doesn’t even make a sound, but his whole body tenses, cock twitching furiously – you are certain he would have shot right then and there if he had been able to.

Jacob continues this for a minute, leaving Aiden rigid and at the edge for a torturous amount of time. Once the fingers are removed, Aiden starts begging again. “OH PLEASE JAKE OH FUCK OH PLEHEEHEASE DONT, NOT THIS OH FUCK PLEASE AH AH AHHH AHHHH!”

Jacob meanwhile resumed blowing air onto the nipples of his best friend, keeping their sensitivity to the max, before he presses his wet tongue to the left one and wiggles it.

Aiden bucks harder than you’d ever seen him, the bed groaning as he suffers. A minute later, he slows down, only to have Jacob’s tongue start lapping at his other nipple, causing him to redouble his attempts to get away.

It is no use of course, and another minute or two pass as Aiden gets weaker and weaker. Jacob stops and plants a kiss on each nipple.

“EE! AH! NUH NO PLEASE JAKE ENOUGH. LEAVE THEM ALONE YOU KNOW ITS TORTURE PLEAASE! JAKE DONT AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” This time, Jacob knelt down and started blowing a light breeze over the straining cock of his blond victim. It bounces and twitches and clearly, desperately needs release.

“AHHH STAAAP JAAAKE AH FUCK AHH ITS SO GOOD FUCK AHH I CANT TAKE IT OH FUCK MAKE ME FUCKING CUM! AHHH JEE AAAAHHHHHH AH AH AHHHHH!”

Shaking your head at the swearing coming from the usually timid, docile boy, you thoroughly enjoy the show, and learn something new. Apparently little Aiden gets more sensitive under cool air. Another devilish idea springs to mind, but you set it aside, noticing Kyle and Pete having joined you and Cale, watching this unfold.

Jacob didn’t stop his air-blowing however, he seemed to know the best way to torture Aiden was with it, driving him so horny.

This continued for a full five minutes before he placed another kiss, this one to the dribbling tip of Aiden’s cock. “AHHH FUCK SUCK ME!”

Impressed at how quick Aiden was begging to be sucked off under Jacob’s ministrations, you watch as Jacob moves behind the bound boy. He skitters his nails over Aiden’s feet for a moment, before putting his lips together and blowing a current of air down his spine all the way to his ass.

Aiden squeal and squirmed, ending up thrusting forward, his cock sticking way out as it dribbles precum. “OOOOOOOHFUCKKKKK!”

This is repeated over and over, sending Aiden into a hip-thrusting fury of need and desire. Eventually he manages to squeak out between his moans, “OOHH JAKE FUCK MEEE! OH FUCK OHHHHHHHHHH!”

Jacob straightens himself, kisses Aiden on the cheek before turning to lock eyes with you. He grins, causing you to blink and almost miss it as Jacob rams his thick purple cock into Aiden in one quick move. His fingers pinch and poke the blond’s nipples as both cocks are unlocked, only to both cum immediately, Aiden shooting well across the room and Jacob claiming his own torture toy.

Their orgasms lasted a long while, Aiden stretched out totally, eyes shut, screaming, and Jacob clenched tight around his conquest, still torturing his nipples, but staring straight into your eyes. As it ends, he mouths ‘Master’ to you, before kissing Aiden on the cheek and pulling out.

You move forward and hand Jacob a glass of water, helping Aiden drink his. “Very nice boys. Very nice.” Aiden is summarily untied and left to sleep, curling into the equally exhausted Jacob.

You shrug as you leave them to their rest, you figured Jacob would want to take more time in his torture of Aiden, but suppose that the need to cum was overriding any meticulous torture desires. For the time being.

Meanwhile, the rest of you return to your bedroom and you ask Cale, “So, how much more energy do you need to free the both of us?”

Cale closes his eyes a moment, before staring at you. “Not much at all, Master. With all the tickling going on here, it should only take another day or so.”

You smile wide, and kiss each boy one at a time. “Perfect news Cale, do everything you can to make sure we reach that goal and by this time, two days from now, we shall both be free.” And suddenly your world spins, and you find yourself on your stomach, wrists and ankles bound, and tape over your mouth. On either side of you, Kyle and Pete are much the same way, and Cale whispers into your ear.

“As you command, Master.”

 

Part 6

 

“EEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEEHEEEHEE! EEEHEE EEEHEEE EEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Pete squealed as Cale’s long clawed fingers were drawn all over his soles. He squirmed as much as the bondage allowed, so not much more than a quarter inch in any direction, and Cale just ignored it as he continued his tickling. The demon was in a zone, having been tickling for the past few hours.

Pete’s cock was rock hard, an amazing feat after already having shot three loads all over himself, leaving him bathed in cooling cum. “EEEAAAHAHAHAAA HAAHAHAA OHOHGAHAHAHD AHAHAH AHAHHAA AHAA AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAH!” Pete’s laughter continued to build as Cale’s claws concentrated on his arches. If you looked close enough at the grinning demon, you could almost see the faintest of glows surrounding him.

Looking to your left, you lock eyes with Kyle, who needed to wrench his eyes from the torture of little Pete’s feet. You share a moment in each other’s eyes before he looks back to the source of the screaming laughs, and you look him over.

The black haired boy was as naked as the rest of you, and covered in one of his own loads as well. His cock was stiff again, straining as Pete’s arches catered to Cale’s claws’ every whim.

Past him, eyes closed, was Aiden. He was shuddering slightly, lost in the laughter, probably flashed back to his own tickling so very not long ago. The small blond was covered in four separate loads of cum, two his, two Jacob’s. The brown haired boy was strung up as Aiden was, on his knees with arms raised, except facing the bed on which Aiden was tied. No cum covered his naked form, as his cock dripped down onto the sheet between the blond boy’s legs and Jacob’s eyes were locked to his naked and helpless body.

“AHAAHAHAHA AHHAAHHAHAHHAHA HAAHA AHAH AHAHA AHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAHAH AHAHA AHAH AHA AHAAAAHAHAHAHA! AHA HAHAAHAAHHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAHAHAAHHA HAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Pete’s boyish laughter continued to reverberate through the room as his arches were raked mercilessly by the dark haired demon. Cale’s fingers were nearly a blur, gliding over the soft skin with reckless abandon, yet his eyes were focused solely on Petey’s cock as it twitched and dribbled slightly.

You notice Pete’s laughter decreasing and decreasing as the time passes, and still Cale does not let up. Soon the boy is silent, his body writhing and bucking in his bonds as the demon continues and continues. A few minutes later, even his body stops moving as Pete seemingly shuts down, lying there being tickled and not doing a thing. You consider for a moment that he might have passed out until without warning, a thick stream of pearly white cum flies across the boy and hits the headboard with a satisfying sploosh sound.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to Pete’s cock, which had been twitching furiously up until now. It was stiff as a board and spraying stream after stream of liquid tickle-fetish, landing another on the headboard before drenching himself, dick pulsing with each shot until there was truly nothing more in Pete’s balls. Yet still every few seconds, his cock would pulse, and that didn’t stop until Cale finally stopped tickling the poor boy’s feet a long minute after the well had run dry!

Leaving Pete to recover, Cale made his way towards you and you braced yourself for the torture that was forthcoming.

You weren’t disappointed as pointed claws started wiggling all around your crotch. Straining wildly against the bondage holding you down, you burst forth with tortured laughter. “AHAHAH AHAH AAHHAHAA HAHAAAFUHUHUHUHAAHAHAACK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHA AHAHA AHAHAHAAHA!”

Cale grinned and winked at you, glancing at your cock straining with need. It hasn’t been allowed to explode this entire time, your balls achingly full.

He moves quickly and before you know it, his fingers are crawling all over your crotch. “AAAAHAHAAHAHA AHAHA AHAHAHAH AAH ANAHAHA AHAHAHASTAHAHAAAPPP!”
Surprisingly he does, but his goal was accomplished – you were teased for a few minutes, more than enough time to return your super hardon to a state of drooling need, especially as Cale moved from you on to Kyle.

“N-not again! D-doOOOHHOOHOHOHHhahah ahHAAHHAAH AHHAhaaHasatAaHAHAHAHP! AHaHahha ahAHAHAHAHAH!” The goth-styled boy laughed out as Cale’s fingers’ claws started digging in to his armpits.

He squirmed and wiggled as his entire body was summarily tickled and teased, from his pits being dig into, his ribs poked and prodded, his belly scribbled on, his hips squeezed, his thighs raked, his knees goosed and his finally his feet scraped all over. “HEHEHEHAHAHAHAH HAH HAHA AHAHAHAHAHA HAHEHEHEHEHHEHEHAH DAHAHAHAMMMITTTHHEHEHAHAHAH AHAHA AHAH AHHAHA STAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! EEHEEE EEEHEEE EEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!”

Within minutes he was lying there a ticklish wreck, unable to try and lower his arms or pull at his legs.
But of course the tickle crazed demon boy doesn’t give an inch, he keeps going, back up the super sexy body. “AAHAHAHAHAH AAHHAAHA HAHAH AHA AHAAAHAHAHA HA APLEHEHEEHEHEHEEH AHAHAHAHA HAHAAHAHHASSHSHAHAHAHHEHEEHEHEHHAAA! AH AHAHAH AHAHAHA HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Soon, you find yourself licking your lips. Cale’s hands circle around Kyle’s cock, slowly stroking the shaft while the head is oh-so-lightly tickled by the demon boy who captured you all. “OHH MMMmmm! OHOOHOHOhhhhhmmhmmhmmhhmhmhmmmmmMMMMHMMMMMMM!”

It takes a few minutes of this before Kyle’s back arches, Cale’s fingers expertly stimulating every sexual and ticklish nerve in his long cock. Not long after, the black haired boy roars unintelligibly and his cock explodes with thick strings of cum, covering his face and chest.

Cale flashes lightly before he leaves Kyle panting, tossing a smirk at you and winking before moving towards Aiden and Jacob.

“N-No! Not more, not again! P-please!” Aiden starts begging, and Jacob glares down at him.

The demon tickler smiles evilly down at Aiden from over Jacob’s shoulder, doubly frightening the poor blond boy, “Not yet, no. But soon enough!”

“Ugh fuuuuuck!” The brown haired dominant of the pair starts grunting and swearing while Cale’s hand closes around his already dribbling penis. The soft hand moves up and down, slowly and deliberately coating the cock once again in his own needy juices for nearly a full half hour.

His index finger glides up and down over the crown of the purple cockhead, driving the boy insane with need that won’t release until the sadistic demon allows it. And he doesn’t plan on it just quite yet.

This of course leaves Jacob a drooling, snarling, horny monster as he hangs over the boy he lusts over dominating, his eyes roaming the pale, helpless body. A body soon wracked with hysterical laughter – Cale’s demonic claws move quickly over him.

Its fascinating to see that Jacob seems to gain as much pleasure out of watching and hearing little Aiden tortured as a firm hand stroking his slick cock. You watch intently as Aiden squeals and pleads under Cale’s long sharp claws while they circle his nipples, you eyes darting back to Jacob’s dribbling cock every now and again.

“EEEHEHEEHEEEHEEEHEEE! EEHEE EHEHEHEH EHEEHSTAAHAP PLEEHEE HEEHE EHEHEHEHEHE! PLEEHEHEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE! EEHHE EHEEHEE EHEEEHEEEHEE!!” Aiden barely moves as he endures this, a combination of exhaustion and proper bondage keep him in place as Cale tickles him unmercifully. Claw tips gently circling around and around the bright pink nubs. The boy’s giggles get louder and louder as they approach the centers, finally causing a huge shriek of ticklishness as the very tips are tortured.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEEHEEEHEE! EEEHEEEEHEEE! EEHEE EEHEE EEHEEEEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!” Aiden bounces as much as he can, but no amount of bouncing will ever be able to remove Cale’s fingers from his nipples.

Before your eyes, the demon clearly starts to glow a soft reddish, visually charging his demonic powers through Jacob’s lust and Aiden’s laughter.

His eyes take on a red tint as well, and it doesn’t take him long to move between the pair’s legs – one clawed hand tickling every inch of each boy’s balls and cock. Jacob grunts and laughs deeply while Aiden light titters and gigglingly moans.

Cale states once again the boys’ rules: “Aiden, you can cum now, whenever you’re ready. Jacob, you can cum only once Aiden has.”

This in and of itself is torturous to the boys, since Jacob is inherently turned on by Aiden’s torture and the tickling, while the smaller boy isn’t. So it takes a full thirty more minutes before Aiden’s cock blows its load over himself, finally allowing the horny brunette hung over him to spurt. The bound blond is soaked, mostly from Jacob, panting and swallowing what landed in his mouth.

You even see him lick his lips and smile.

Cale’s naked, pale body flashes as they cum in tandem and he closes his eyes for a moment. He opens them again, irises now fully red, and nods. “Master. I am ready.”

“Then do it!” You shout at him, eager to finally be able to control your own cock again.

The demon shakes his head however, “It won’t be that simple. But I will get the required ritual underway.” He swiftly moves about the room, untying and watering each of the other boys and gathers them around you.

Taking a deep breath, you know this won’t be good.

He directs each boy to a corner of your bound and naked body. Pete at your right foot, Kyle at your left, Jacob at your left armpit and Aiden ends up at your right one. Cale meanwhile takes the prime position himself – between your legs.

Taking another deep breath, you close your eyes and wait for the inevitable.

It comes way too soon.

“EEEEHEEHEEEE!” It starts with Pete’s long, slim fingers gliding all over your right foot. You pull at that leg and try to curl your toes, but the foot stays in place and his small fingers are able to wiggle their way under your clenched toes. “EEHEEE EHEEHEHEHEHHE HASTHAHAAP STAHAHAHANOOHOIOHOHOHOO!! AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEE!”

You shriek loudly and start bouncing on the bed as Kyle’s tongue slides up your left sole over and over. Under Cale’s piercing crimson eyes, your cock dribbles and twitches uncontrollably, and meanwhile Pete’s fingers haven’t stopped on your other foot and it’s maddening lying there with both feet tickled.

It gets even worse as Aiden’s fingertips start poking around your right armpit. You pull to the left, but you can only get an inch at most while the previously tortured boy gives it back as well as he can.

“AAHAH HAHAHAH HAAH HAHHA HAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA AHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHHHHHHUHUHUHFUUHUHUHCCKKAHHAHAAHHAH!” You laugh and laugh and nearly forget Jacob, who attacks your left armpit with full fervor, digging in deeply with his fingers.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAAHHAAAH AHHAHAH AHAHHAH AH A AHAHAHAAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHHAA AHAH AHAH HHAAAAAAHAHAAA!” Your back arches off the bed as all four corners of your body are being tickle tortured.

Each part a completely different technique, by a boy who wants desperately to see you tortured. No holding back, no mercy.

You don’t even notice, tears streaming out your tightly shut eyes, but each boy is slowly starting to glow the same reddish hue as the demon between your legs.

“AHAHAHAHHA AHHAHAHA AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHA AHAA AHAHA AHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAH AHA AHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA!” Dropping back to the bed, time ceases to have meaning as you find yourself overcome by tickling.

Soon all five boys surrounding you glow deeply and the four ticklers each are connected to the one to their left and right by a string of red light.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA AHAHAAHAHAAAAAA!”Soon a full circle is surrounding your naked and bound form.

“AHAHAHAAHAHAHAH AHAHA AHAHAH AHAHAHA AHAAAA AHAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” You scream as Cale’s claws start sliding behind your balls, then fall into silent laughter.

Around you, each boy is now connected by a strong beam of light with Cale at the center.

You thrash and writhe for as long as you can until finally your energy is depleted completely – no choice left, you simply lie there. Eyes shut tight, mouth wide in a silent tortured grin, not a single muscle able to even twitch.

Save one between your legs.

Left this way for an unknown amount of time, the light builds and builds until you and the other six boys are fully encompassed by the crimson aura of the tickle demons.

Without warning, Cale grabs your dark purple cock in his free hand and gives it a single firm stroke.

The dome of tickle energy explodes as your cock shoots load after load straight up. The energy passes through the other boys, each of whom cry out as they too start cumming before passing out. Even the demon is affected and shoots all over you before collapsing on top of you…

Waking up sometime later, you find yourself untied and cuddled in a pile of cum-soaked boys. Despite the torture you last endured, you smile as you look around at them. Suddenly recalling the reason you’re all in this state, you carefully slide Cale off of your legs and get up gently.

Successfully not waking anyone up, you pad quickly and quietly to the shower. Starting the hot water and stepping in, you can’t help but simply stand there and soak it all up. Recalling everything that’s happened since you broke into this place, a smile graces your lips before you finally open your eyes.

Looking down, you see your hardon and grasp in firmly in your right hand.

Pumping it slowly, your mind’s eye is overcome with flashes of memories. Waking up being tickled that first night. Turning the tables on Cale. The first time you tortured Pete. Catching Aiden and Jacob. Meeting Kyle. Torturing him. Watching Jacob tease Aiden mercilessly. Everything Cale did the night before…

“Nngh! Oh, oh yeah. Its… Its… I’m… OHHHHHhhhhhhh!” Your cock burps out a few loads that swirl down into the drain. Your body tingles as the last remnants of your orgasm leave you, and you’re freaking ecstatic. Your cock is your own again!

Shutting the shower off quickly, you move back into the bedroom. Slowly the boys are blinking awake, Cale extracting himself from Pete’s arm to stand in front of you. “Master. It worked, I assume?”

Nodding, you smile at him. “Yes indeed, it did. Great work Cale.”

The dark haired demon smiles back at you and bows mockingly. “Of course.”

Shaking your head at him, a thought occurs to you, “Cale, grab your dick.” The demon’s hand darts forward and closes around his semi-erect penis. His smile turns into a glare, but before he can say anything you speak up. “So my cock is free to cum and go as it pleases, but you’re still my slave?”

“Obviously.” Venom drips from the reply.

“What would it take to free you?”

Cale’s eyes lose their displeasure and he blinks at you. He opens his mouth, but no words come, and he turns around to look at the four boys still on the bed.

He turns back, “It would take another long ritual, a lot of energy and time as well. I’d have to research it. You would… Do that?”

Without hesitation, you smile at him and bow mockingly. “Of course.” You both share a smile as you continue. “Cale, you being my slave is extremely fun, and hot.” He smirks and you roll your eyes, “But you don’t deserve to be forced to do my every whim. It’s thanks to you I have a home now, however indirectly your actions caused it. At the very least I owe you your freedom.”

Pete walks up behind Cale, hugging the demon from behind. “You helped me too! I love it here, and its thanks to you. If I can help…”

Kyle, Aiden and Jacob move up as well, nodding. Well, Aiden a little reluctantly, but with Jacob there he has no choice in the matter.

Looking around at all these boys, Cale smiles a genuine smile, “I thank you all. And honestly, I don’t think there’s any rush. There are far worse places to be indentured to serve.”

Grinning, you nod. “As you wish Cale. Oh you can let your cock go by the way.”

His hand slides off his erection and the other boys laugh.

“Come on,” you say, an arm around Cale and Kyle, directing them out the door. “Lets eat, I’m starving.” Turning to Cale, you ask, “So you had fun last night, eh? Torturing us all?”

Cale doesn’t reply, his eyes transforming into wary slits. He was smart to be caution. Too bad he was bound as your slave…

“Pass the jam.” Kyle asks you.

Smiling, you put your fork down and pass it with your left hand, right one moving to slide up and down the pale thigh between you both. “Sure.”

Up the table, Aiden had finished eating and was talking to Pete about something, each of them poking between some ribs as they converse.

Jacob meanwhile is scarfing down his food. Forks in either hand with one to manipulate his food, the other raking up and down the bare foot next to him without pause.

On your other side, Kyle liberally applies a layer of jam to the other bare sole and proceeds to lap it up slowly. Like he did with the peanut butter. And jelly. And salt. And butter. He even put strips of toast between the toes and nibbled them out.

Extending your arms, you wiggle your fingers from both knees, up the thighs to come to rest, still wiggling, on either side of the ballsack and cock of the table’s centerpiece.

“Cale,” You had ordered upon entering the kitchen, “Now it’s your turn. Lie on the table, spread eagle. Spread your toes and rest your head on your forearms. You can move your head, and you are not to make any noise, nor can you move your body one single millimeter until we have all finished eating…”

You wait as he clambers up onto the large table and assumes the position before finishing, “Dinner tonight.”

So you all tucked in for breakfast, an extremely ticklish centerpiece waiting for you…

Jacob turns to you and lifts his mug full of coffee, “Cream?”

Smiling evilly, you grab the long pale cock in front of you. “Just a sec, Jake.”