Kingston Upon Thames, London
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It started with a knock on the door.
Such an ordinary thing to happen, a daily occurance, a simple moment that would change everything forever.
A kettle boiled hot water for a tea that would not be made.
The air fryer cooked two slices of smoked bacon for a sandwich that would never be eaten.
Slippered feet that would soon be tormented walked towards the front door, where hands made for grasping web pulled the door open.
Tom’s brown eyes arrived at the sight of a cardboard box on his doorstep, the words ‘this day is an event in itself’ stamped onto its surface in black ink.
Tom felt his stomach jump into his throat.
The moment he had been waiting for.
The day he had yearned to arrive, the few seconds of horror he had equally fantasized over yet fiercely dreaded.
His iPhone buzzed in the back pocket of his sweatpants.
With a frowning face still aimed at the box, he pulled out his phone and answered the call.
“I’m going to be away for a while,” Tom spoke before Zendaya could even say hello, “Don’t look for me.”
His girlfriend could only manage a worried, “—Again?—”, before Tom ended the call.
He picked up the cardboard box and returned inside his apartment.
He closed the door with his back and then began to tear into the top of the cardboard box with his fingernails, ignoring Zendaya’s attempt to call him back a second time, a third time, a fourth time …
Once open, he retrieved the discovered contents from inside.
In his left palm lay a plastic key card with ‘Ticklee 000’ printed onto its front - held between his right index finger and thumb was a black USB stick.
Calmly, he walked inside his living room and pulled the curtains shut.
He switched on the television.
He wedged the USB into the side of the TV and then took a seat at the edge of his sofa as the bacon in the airfryer began to burn, the steam from the kettle blowing into the kitching ceiling, the tea bag in his mug never to feel the boil.
He flipped the hood of his hoodie over his head and chewed on the draw string.
Suddenly, the TV screen flashed bright green and a commanding voice boomed out of the television set at full volume, saying the words …
“There can only be one,
One winner …”
High octane techno music thudded behind the vocals.
“… You have been chosen to take part in something that has never been, something that will never be again …”
The voice would sometimes sound like The Major,
Other times, Miller.
It blended into his girlfriends warming tones, and then it would switch to the boyish banter of his brothers.
The pitch was always hard to translate, but the message itself was easy to hear.
“… There are others just like you …”
Tom’s thoughts were annihilated, his curiosity accelerating - all he could do was blink.
“… The first to reach 500,000 points leaves with his prize
Those who fail to reach 500,000 have no choice but to deal with their punishment … “
What’s my prize?
What’s my punishment?
“… Everyone is prepared and ready, besides the final contestant,
You, Ticklee 000,
This is your invitation.
Go to 100 Wood Street, London, K8 TKL,
Refuse and we leak these to the press …”
Tom watched the screen as images taken by Andrew, of Tom in intimate positions, began to appear.
Images of him laying exhausted in specially purchased underwear, only two weeks ago, over sweat stained creased sheets, with velcro cuffs still attached to his wrists and ankles.
Images of he and Andrew taking selfies in the bathroom mirror, a leather collar around Tom’s neck, a leash in Andrew’s hand …
Images of his feet curled around the thick, throbbing structure of Andrews co—
—Tom’s fists curled into balls as he pushed down the intrusive suggestion that Andrew may of handed over those pictures willingly.
He hoped he had been forced.
They’ve threatened me like this before.
They’re bluffing.
What makes it so different this time?
Tom closed his eyes.
Regret caused his heart to sink.
He could still feel the sting on his hand, from the strength of the slap.
A charming yet authoritative voice echoed through his mind, as the owner of those grainy tones held onto rolled up blueprints …
“… What I hold in my hands deserves more than to be verbally explained, especially to someone a special as you …”
“… When I let you in on the secret, that day will be an event in itself …”
Tom’s eyes opened just in time for the screen to go black.
Silence filled his living room as Miller’s words made the decision for him.
“… Eventually, we will come for you. The real question is, when we do, will you let us in?”
Tom pulled out his iPhone once again.
He went to call Andrew.
The TV set blinked back to life.
“You have thirty minutes to reach the location …”
Tom’s eyes widened as he watched a countdown arrive on the screen.
29:59
29:58
29:57 …
The sound of his own manic laughter boomed from the TV’s sound system.
“—Ahahahaha! Ahahahahah! Stoaahahahahahahahap! Stoahahahahahahahahap! Noaahahahahahaha!—”
He grabbed his keys, kicked off his slippers, threw on some running shoes and then he sprinted to the nearest taxi, leaving everything he owned behind.
Tom made sure the taxi dropped him off around a five minute walk from the address.
With the hood still over his head, he dashed past traffic and swerved members of the public who recognised his face.
He darted down steps leading towards a path lining a murky canal.
Eventually, under a bridge made out of brick stained by time, Tom stumbled to the very point he had typed into his google maps.
Breathless yet focused, he checked the time on his phone - he still had a few minutes left …
Tom eyed a metal slab on the floor with a handle nailed to its surface.
Beside the handle, a pad made for a key card.
Tom looked over his shoulder - the pathway lining the canal was empty, most of the city’s activity taking place up the steps.
He knelt down and placed the key card against the pad.
Boop!
The metal slab disconnected in the middle.
Both parts then automatically slid away from each other, revealing a hole in the ground and a ladder leading into darkness.
Tom bit his lower lip and climbed inside.
As he stepped down the ladder, the metal slab closed slowly above him, locking him away from the ordinary, forcing him to face the unknown.
A cyclist rode over the slab, unknowing to what had just taken place, Tom a few feet beneath him as he continued to make his way down the ladder, his eyes now looking into nothing but black, until he arrived on damp, hard ground.
Tom lifted his shoulders, his spine tense as he heard the sound of squeaking rats and the drip, drip, drip of the canal water draining above.
Tom turned away from the ladder and looked down a walkable underground tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel was a bright light.
Tom made his way towards the light, careful to not tread on any rodents or slip over anything unwelcome.
Once at the light, he walked through an open gap in the wall and entered a large, brightly lit room surrounded by clinical white and a floor to ceiling mirror offering no reflection - a complete visual contrast compared to the rank murky-ness from behind.
It was so quiet inside that Tom could hear his heartbeat pound within his ears.
Carefully, he removed his hood.
The gentle hum of electricity caused the beams of white to increase, so much so that Tom’s eyes had to squint.
Bzzt.
Another voice, this one computerised, clearly non-human, static in tone and obviously robotic now addressed Tom from unseen speakers.
Hello, Tom.
Tom glanced into the ceiling.
He had been made to stand in a room like this before, but this one felt bigger, designed for something more … Unique.
Tom’s hands dangled at his sides, “Hello …” he spoke into nothing.
My name is T.K.
I am the world’s first A.I generated ‘SCD’ … A Software Controlled Dominator.
How do you do?
T.K sounded cheerful, optimistic, exceptionally British and above all else, polite.
Tom smirked, his stance impressed.
“Never better.”
Bzzt.
Usually, it is gentlemanly to ask how someone is in return, however, considering your upcoming circumstances, I will let you off.
Bzzt.
This time.
Tom felt surprised as the voice from above made his cheeks flush pink in embarrassment.
“Oh,” he tucked his hands into his pockets, “Er, sorry. H, how are y—”
—Please take off your clothes.
Tom tongued this inside of his cheek and cocked an eyebrow.
“Talk about ‘gentlemanly’ …” he took a step back, “… How about you tell me that my careers safe, that you didn’t leak those pictures—”
—I can confirm that the images of your meetings with Mr. Garfield over the past few months have been deleted entirely, T.K sounded like he was always smiling, You made it here on time. Congratulations, Tom! Now, please take off your clothes.
Tom clenched his teeth and shook his head, speaking in a whisper.
“… No.”
Suddenly, Andrew’s voice arrived through the speakers.
“Listen, Tom. You can trust me …” Andrew purred, “… It just wants to play with you. Only for a bit.”
Tom huffed and folded his arms across his chest.
“That isn’t you,” Tom was convinced, “I can tell.”
“Oh?” Andrew sounded surprised, “How can you be so sure?”
Tom avoided the gaze of this ‘cyber character’, even though he could not see it.
“You’re gone for a while. Told me you needed some time to think, after we …”
Tom lowered his head, his eyebrows lifting.
“… I miss you, mate,” he admitted.
“Tom … ” Andrew gave the impression he was satisfied by Tom’s words, even though his ‘emotions’ were not real, even though his presence was a facade, a way to trick Tom into feeling semi-trusting towards the advanced, technical being wired into the surrounding walls, “… That’s … Sweet. Hopefully I’ll see you soon, once you’ve won this … Brute of a challenge. And you can only win, if you make a start. How about we get this ball rolling, mnn?” Andrew’s voice transformed back into T.K’s …
How about you bzzz take off your clothes …
Tom swallowed down his reservation and unfolded his arms.
He dived in, head first, giving himself into The Games and whatever would happen next within this large expanse of clinical void - after all, he had been through worse, he had experienced The House of White Feathers at their most devious, he had dangled himself like a carrot across the world in the form of a high octane mouse chase, he had faced tormentors far more cunning than those made up of binary codes, programmes and data fed languages.
He knelt down and began to unlace his left running trainer.
Bzzt.
Change in request.
Tom paused.
Remove all of your clothes, besides your shoes and socks.
Tom kept a firm pinch on his laces for just a moment, choosing to shrug instead of linger.
He stood and then removed his hoodie, dropping it at his feet.
He then peeled away his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso, shapely abs and narrow waist - under this light, his smooth, hairless flesh practically glowed.
He threw his t-shirt aside and then yanked down his sweatpants.
Unlike previous moments riddled with hesitation, Tom no longer paused or overthought when revealing his nudity - he had come so far since then - instead, he pulled his briefs down to his ankles and confidently stepped out of them.
The bright lights greeted Tom’s perfectly round, peachy behind - his smooth cock and balls dangled between his thighs - he adjusted them, bending his knees in a small bounce, where he then stood proudly with his hands on his hips, only in white tube socks and running trainers, waiting for the manufactured sound of T.K’s voice to return.
You’re so handsome, Tom … T.K squeaked as he giggled, A boyish aesthetic mixed perfectly with the matureness of a well built, strong, sturdy man.
No wonder they’re so obsessed with you …
Tom frowned, unable to hide his grin.
“Cheers,” he scratched the back of his head, “Right, let’s crack on with this, shall we?”
A slight pause.
The lights flicker.
Bzzt.
You’ll wish you had not sounded so eager … T.K warned.
A gentle hiss and a puff of steam snatched Tom’s attention towards an opening hatch in the middle of the ceiling three feet above.
From inside the hatch two robotic, mechanical coils curled out into the room, their lengths slowly presenting themselves in the form of metallic joinings, plastic cables, glistening silver and aluminum thread.
At the end of each coil, iron talons pinched the air, extending out into a star-shape where, like crab claws, they snip, snip, snipped their way towards Tom …
“Blaaaaaaaahdy hell!—”, Tom erupted into an entertained gawp, “Someone got a bigger budget!”
Cautiously, he began to back away as the coils approached him in interest, the soles of his running trainers squeaking over the pristine white flooring as he did so.
I have been programmed to do one thing, and one thing only … T.K explained, his voice going from light hearted to deep and threatening …
To violate the physical senses of the most physically hyper sensitive man alive …
Without warning, the coil to the left wrapped around Tom’s upper body, once, twice, three times, containing his arms tightly at his sides and catching hold of him like some kind of cyber python preying on a helpless monkey.
“Gragh!—”
Suddenly, he was lifted off his feet and then spun upside down, “—Whoa!—”, his legs kicking and swiping through the air in frantic speed as he faced the floor he once stood on seconds ago, “Sss, sounds like you and I are gonna have a lot of fun then, aye?—”, he felt blood rush into his head, his eyes bulging open, his lips swelling, his nostrils flaring …
I have no other motive, T.K’s voice returned to its welcoming tones … No desire to do anything else!
I know only the need to infiltrate you, to invade you, to violate you.
T.K faced Tom in the form of one of the steel talons, currently closed and tilting its shape like a puppy tilts its head when learning something new.
They built me to have a fetish for you, Tom.
Tom’s winced as the coil around his torso tightened, T.K’s descriptions causing his heart to pound hard and fast, “Oh, er, that sounds … Lovely!—”, breathlessly, he still felt the need to entertain his curiosity, even if T.K had managed to intimidate him far more than he would dare to admit, “—So, what are you? Like, the Terminator of tickling?—”
I am not a joke, Tom … I can orchestrate the most complex of NASA missions whilst playing a million chess games … T.K admired Tom in his upside down position, his feet and legs always treading air as he continued to freely kick and swipe his heels towards the ceiling, … I can also quantify endless ways to stretch, spin and suspend my favourite thing in any direction or position I want …
T.K twirled Tom effortlessly through mid air, producing the momentum and rapid pace familiar to that of a rollercoaster, You are my favourite thing, Tom …
“—Whoooa! Woooo! Waaaaheeeey!—” Tom reacted with cheers as he hurtled up, down, left, right, eventually arriving upside down again, playful chortles leaving his mouth in the form of amused cackles, “That was brilliant!—”, he declared enthusiastically, his cock and balls becoming victim to gravity, their shape, weight and size now hanging in a dangled slump over his navel, “Can we do that again?”
Your attractive and perfectly toned exterior appears unphased. That does not fool me, I have the honour and ability to track your pulse rate - it surpasses the average beat that is associated with simple excitement … From the same hatch above, a further two coils introduced themselves … You are politely concealing your concern, hiding your fear, pretending to be stronger than you really are … You don’t have to pretend with me, Tom …
… I will break you either way.
That singular sentence, as well as the sight of two additional coils and talons caused Tom to gulp, “O, okay, al, alright—”, he chuckled nervously, “Maybe put me down, now. This doesn’t have to be this crazy …”
Oh, yes it does, Tom … One of the newer coils curled around Tom’s legs, wrapping around his thighs, knees and calves in a tight hold, catching the fury of his kicks in a solid, straight line … Did you really think after all this build up, our time together would begin with something predictable? … Tom’s legs were now bound together, the rubber soles of his running trainers facing the ceiling, his feet snug side by side in their positioning, … Now I have you, you’re all mine to consume, to harass, to feast upon …
"Mnn, mnn!—”, Tom watched the fourth coil arrive inches opposite his face - its talon opened up and from inside, a tiny steel stick with a yellow feather attached to the end protruded forward, the feathers tip nudging against Tom’s nose, “—You’re chatty, aren’t you!—” he tried to twist and pull in his upside down position, but his body remained in a stiff, wriggling line, the feather now journeying away from his face and upward, behind his body, towards the plump, round shape of his bare buttocks, “—No, not the bum! The bum is off limits!—”, Tom had no choice but to giggle as he felt the feather stroke the bottom of his spine, its fluttery brush across each round, pale white cheek causing him to arch his back and flex his fingers, the coils keeping him upside down but now spinning him around so that his cock and balls faced the feather instead, “—Gragh, mnn, ffff—!—”
‘Bum’ … T.K sounded like he was blushing, … Your Britishisms are adorable, Tom … T.K wiggled the feather across Tom’s cock, an act that made Tom gasp out a desperate, “—OI!—”, before journeying it down to his navel, where he began to stroke Tom’s belly button … Oh hey six pack! I know you’ve been working out, I hacked your gyms CCTV last week, you really like to pick up a sweat! You should be proud, Tom! Tom sucked in his stomach as growl-like giggles tumbled out of his mouth, the feather now travelling up his chest and back to his nose where it teased his chin and his jaw, his head always thrashing from side to side as itches he could not scratch were unavoidably produced … You are such a beautiful young man, Tom, even when your face is creased in the middle …
Tom was able to fiercely kick again as the coil around his legs unwrapped itself, however his moment of blissful freeing movement lasted only a few seconds when two of the coils used their claws to snatch hold of Tom’s socked ankles, one grasping hold of his left, the other grasping hold of his right.
Bewildered and perplexed, Tom could only watch with widened eyes as the coils pulled his legs apart, spreading them open, his torso still contained within the length of coil, his body still hanging upside down, “Mnn, grrr! Grrrr! Grrrrr! Grrrrrrraaaagh!—”,
Tom’s face bulged red as he used all of his leg strength to try and pull his feet back together, but his efforts were no match for pure steel - his thighs burned, his waist twinged, his hips ached, his balls and taint became exposed, the intimate, tight space between his ‘bum’ on full display, “Grr, robo tickles! You’ll rip me in two! I don’t bend that way!—” he lied - actually, he resented how well he could bend that way, his flexibility as a trained dancer and gymnast now fully exploited as he more or less was forced into the splits, mid suspension.
… The tests they put you through, the examinations and the analysis … T.K took the feather attached to the only coil not holding onto Tom and began to stroke it, gently, barely touching flesh, across Tom’s hairless and completely exhibited taint … It was all for me … T.K revealed … All so I could learn how to make the most of your mind numbingly ticklish physique, within this very moment —
—Tom’s laughter shuddered out of him in a disturbed, dribble fuelled giggle - it seeped out in surges of exploited, uncontrollable cackles, from the very depths of his stomach - he glared up his torso, towards the infiltration taking place beneath his balls, his face saturated with gleeful lunacy, his mouth widening into a furiously angered grin - and all the feather had done was brush against his taint, just twice.
So deliciously sensitive … T.K admired, the feather proceeding in just pressing, nudging, now sliding across Tom’s balls and around the base of his cock, … My research software informed me that only one human individual is able to make you erect, via this unique method of erotic touch … T.K stroked Tom’s cock with the feather, it’s flaccid shape wobbling and shaking as his hips automatically flexed, … I will be your first in-humane individual …
Tom could hardly bend his knees as the feather fluttered around his manhood, the soft flicker against his thickening shaft, bulging balls and innocent taint transforming him into a high pitched, screaming twist of maddened shrieks, panicked yelps and breathless shouts - the betweens of his thighs had been stretched into an open landscape, the ultra delicate expanse of skin totally exposed for T.K to inflict crimes fuelled by programmed physical adoration and technical thirsty obsession …
The vibrance of Tom’s excited anguish gathered into louder, more urgent cries of formidable laughter as soon as he felt the feather arrive across the tightest, most intimate part of his body.
Tom’s unmanageable hysteria became perturbed, alarmed, startled - the feather began to spin, almost too quickly, a whizzing sound now coming from the coils open claw - it spun in a vibrating rotation over and across Tom’s taint, around each butt cheek, over both balls - this sent a delighting yet devastatingly hyper sensory overload through Tom’s spine - his mouth stretched into a shape that could engulf a football, his silent bellows now caught at the back of his throat, his cock immediately hardened into a semi erect wedge as his eyes watered and his arousal began to grow - the cult had played with his ‘bum’ before, once in a jock, hog tied to a bed - but this method, with a simple feather, actioned by a machine, no, a creature, obliterated that memory and replaced it with this new, more gut wrenchingly ticklish moment.
Let’s not give them everything at once, mnn, Tom? T.K removed the feather from Tom’s buttocks and stroked his semi erect slump as if it were a pet, We don’t want to peak so soon, this is only Episode One! And there are so many other wonderful ways I want to play with you! The coil around Tom’s torso unwrapped itself, allowing him to punch, grab and reach out into the air, his growls now animalistic snarls, flustered, a little ruined by being hung upside down for longer than he would have liked …
Suddenly, T.K let go of Tom’s ankles, allowing him to fall towards the floor, but before he could land, two talons grasped hold of his wrists — clank!—, one snatching his left, the other his right — clank!—-, whilst another used the shape of its coil to wrap around Tom’s waist, “—Bloody hell!—”
Expertly, he was maneuvered into a new position - now he hung in a vertical line, no longer upside down, his arms and hands forced high above his head, his legs kicking, his feet sprinting through the air as if he were running on an invisible treadmill, his body held two metres above the ground …
As the third coil increased the pressure of its twine around Tom’s hips, the fourth faced him, the feather whizzing back inside of the open steel talon where a wet spritz of water sprayed against Tom’s face instead, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut and flinch.
“Pfft!—”, Tom’s armpits and sides were stretched open as he gave up on kicking, his legs hanging in a useless dangle, his tightly laced, trainer clad feet pointing towards the floor, “—What was that!—”
Some much needed refreshment … T.K explained, A splash of cool, to reduce your increasing levels of nausea … I have my eye on all of you, Tom, every single inch, from your the erective state of your nipples to your internal sensory displeasure … Please, I know I do not have hands, but you are in safe hands … T.K purposefully kept Tom still, no longer swinging him around like a puppet or flinging him about like a toy … Does that feel better, Tom? His tone remained kind, considerate, almost affectionate …
Tom nodded quickly, “Yes,” he huffed, his eyes taking in the sight of both underarms, completely hairless, their cavernous shape extended and exposed, tightly contained at each side of his face, “—Ch, cheers, I think …” he swallowed down a bubble of dubiety as a fifth coil arrived from the hatch in the ceiling, two coils with their claws now facing both of his underarms, “… My, my armpits next, aye? Alright, you’re gonna need more than a feather if you really want me screaming—”, Tom’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw vibrating metal pincers the size of eyebrow tweezers extend from each talon, “—Oh, okay, yup, that’ll do it, shit!—”
Tom’s head twirled as if possessed, the vibrating pincers extending inch by inch, second by second, their sharp buzzing tips nearing each of his bare underarms, getting closer, closer, closer, “—Guuh! Grrraghh! Grrrr! Come on! You want them so bad, have ‘em!—”, Tom started to glisten as a mixture of ecstatic exhilaration and mind numbing despair overcame him, he became astonished by his developing ordeal almost straight away, at the mere thought of his armpits being touched, caressed, assaulted by something like what currently protruded from each coils talon, “—I can take you, robo tickles! I can take you!—”
A sudden yet ferociously dreaded robustness of hysteria engulfed Tom’s mindset and his physical limits as the pincers arrived against the middle of each armpit, their sharp tips barely grazing creamy white flesh, but it was enough to send the cult’s most ticklish lee’s feet and legs into a deliriously enraged and rampant kick, his face seething pink, his unapologetically vibrant cackles now mutating into turbulent giggles that twisted his mouth into senseless grins, “—Oh, sss, too muuhh, muuuh, muuuuch!—” he managed to announce, his strained gasps, distorted heaves and grainy wheezes showcasing his overjoyed upset towards this once in a lifetime crisis, a complete flip of character compared to his confident gusto just seconds ago “—ssst, ssst, can’t breeeeee-eheheheheheheeeeeathe!—”
The talons maneuvered the pincers to gradually, carefully, ever so lightly articulate tormenting circles within the centre of each underarm, bzzzz, bzzzz, bzzzz, sending Tom’s feet and legs into the wildest example of a constant ‘run through the air’ he had produced so far - his laughter became shriek-like, it filled the expanse of nothing surrounding him, a line of wet now gathering across his upper lip as he squeezed his eyes shut and allowed the madness to fill his throat with a thickness so debilitating it caused him to stagger for air.
T.K removed the vibrating pincers, where Tom’s entire one hundred and fifty seven pound weight hung like a sack of meat from the claws holding his arms above his head - he went from violently kicking to an exhausted dangle in less than a second.
Tom’s head fell over his chest as he blinked away blurred vision, Your heart rate is extortionately off the charts, Tom … T.K used one of his coils and its taloned end to make Tom face him by nudging his chin upward, … You are also producing a surprisingly high amount of body odor far sooner than my predictability numbers projected …
Tom smirked as he panted, huffed and puffed, exhaling through an ‘o’ shape as T.K proceeded in analysing Tom’s reactive data, “—Ooooh, oooft, wow—” his armpits tingled, just the teasing reminder of electrifying presence was enough to cause Tom to chortle in disbelief, to go back to kicking his legs, to return to swiping his feet through the air, “—Wow! Okay, woo! That was barbaric!—” he declared.
… You seem somewhat stunned, Tom … T.K noted, … Let me guess, you’ve never experienced anything quite like this? You would do anything for me to stop? Oh, Tom, I must make you aware, I have only just be—
—Tom’s smirk altered into a daring grin.
“Nah, mate,” he sneered, “So far, this is a walk in the park …”
T.K threw Tom to the ground in an almighty slam.
“—Gah!—”
He landed on his back with such an impact that all air left his lungs.
He heaved in a gasp, breathing in quick and fast just as one of T.K’s talons clamped around his neck, pinning his head to the floor, whilst the others that held his wrists and waist let him go.
Tom’s spine lifted into a high arch, his rubber heels slid and squeaked as he tried and failed to scramble into a standing position, both of his hands now grabbing hold of the coil where he attempted to pull it off, his teeth clenching, his big brown eyes crossing in the middle as he glared down at the metal fastened around his throat …
“… I … thought … You … Liked … Me …” Tom growled, the veins at either side of his head swelling, his eyes now watering …
I don’t like you Tom …
Tom kicked his legs harder, he rolled and wrestled, he began to see black dots …
… I love you.
Tom blinked, coughing and spluttering as the steel talon released itself from his neck - he had no chance to remind himself that T.K had been programmed to be obsessed with him - in a matter of seconds, the constructed hardware showcased that lusting adoration in the form of constraining Tom into a new shape - this time, a stretched apart ‘Y’.
The mechanical coils whizzed through the air as four of T.K’s talons caught hold of each wrist and each ankle - Tom grunted in distress as his limbs were pulled out to each corner of the room, flexing him, expanding him, protracting him into the most immobile position he had ever been forced into.
“—Graaagh! Oi! Stop pulling me!—”
Tom’s naked flesh lay sprawled out, pinned against the cold, hard floor, all areas of his ultra sensitive body on full display; his feet faced the reflective wall, his legs were splayed apart, his nude, bare cock and balls ready for the taking - T.K could molest his taint in anyway he desired and there would be nothing Tom could do about it …
Tom peered over his torso, his muscular stomach and chest showcasing each ab, each rib, each sinew of matter that made up the beneaths of his skin - his armpits were back beside his head, his biceps squishing the cheeks of his face, his arms held together in a long line that reached towards the opposite wall.
He licked his lips in panic, he sniffed and he squinted into the ceiling, his view only bright lights and the steely vine-like lengths of the coils keeping him in place.
The fifth coil and its extending talon hovered between Tom’s thighs.
Comfortable? T.K asked.
Tom maintained his peer over his torso, keen to keep an eye on T.K.
“I er, wouldn’t mind a pillow …” in this new, stretched out position, Tom had to fight fire with fire, he had to use his brain - so, he decided to test the truth in this machines declaration of love, “… For er, behind my head …” if it had really been programmed to have a fetish for him, surely it would do anything for him?
T.K’s talon tilted, a ‘btzz’ noise leaving the wires and cable attachments that kept the coil together.
Without saying anything, the talon lifted away from Tom’s thighs and hovered back up through the ceiling latch, where it went missing entirely.
Tom’s eyelashes fluttered as exhilaration continued to pound within him - his hands were pinned so far away from him that the skin across his torso had stretched - as he waited for T.K, in complete silence, concerned if he had taken a step in the wrong direction, he noticed how he could actually see his heart beating in his chest …
T.K returned with his talon clutching hold of a white pillow.
The coil travelled back down to Tom … Please, Tom, lift your head … where Tom lifted his head as requested, the claw carefully placing a pillow behind his shoulders … There you go …
Tom found himself genuinely smiling, not only because his risk had paid off, but because the act of kindness was actually …“—Nice, you’re … nice …” Tom observed.
T.K hovered his fifth claw above Tom’s face.
I can’t get enough of you, Tom. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since they made me.
I need you, I desire you. I want every inch of you.
It’s crazy, really! You play golf for goodness sake! You’re not even my type. But as soon as the YouTube content of you on the grass with the golf club in your hands was uploaded into me, the sight of you wearing those exceptionally tight chino’s that hugged all the right things in all the right places …
… Why would I not be nice, to something so special?
Tom cocked an eyebrow.
“Erm, cheers … ” he bit his lower lip, unaware of how fantastic his bulge or arse looked in the trousers T.K referenced, “… Well, you know, being … Tickled … Like this, it’s a lot, right? It isn’t very ‘nice’ for me …” he used his acting skills, he spoke carefully, he approached his attempt as if T.K were a real person, “… As you can probably tell I’m er, pretty bloody ticklish! Let me go, yeah? We can talk, get to know each other …”
The claw remained stiff, still, it did not move at all as Tom’s attempt flatlined into a nervous mumble.
I might be in love, Tom …
Tom watched a sixth coil curl out from the ceilings latch.
… But I’m not stupid …
Tom staggered to explain himself, “Wait, no, don’t be daft, th, that isn’t what I meant, I—”
—The sixth coil arrived beside the fifth, as the third, second and first continue to pin Tom against the floor, their tightening grip against his wrists and ankles causing him to wince.
You like playing games, do you, Tom? Well, let us play a game, shall we? The first game …
Tom stuttered and babbled, “Bollocks, fuck!—”, he banged his head against the pillow in frustration and then, suddenly, his attention was snatched towards the inside of the sixth talon as a yellow deflated balloon popped out, where it hung in a limp dangle.
This balloon will fill with air … T.K explained … What happens when balloons fill with too much air, Tom?
The fifth claw extended another vibrating pincer, where it whizzed out gradually, its sharp tip arriving around one centimetre away from Tom’s belly button.
Tom widened his jaw, “They, they pop! They pop! …” he gulped.
They do … T.K paused for dramatic effect as the coil at his navel backed away … To win this game, you must stop the balloon from popping …
Tom’s eyebrows burrowed into a confused scrunch, “—What? How!—”
From the ceiling latch above, a further two coils curled out into the air … Figure it out! … Where they joined the fifth in extending their own vibrating pincers from the centre of each open claw - bzzz, bzzz, bzzz - Tom was now toyed with by eight coils in total - four pinned him to the ground in his taunt, unescapable splayed position, whilst another three swayed above his body in a teasing hover, only one not partaking in the torment as it continued to dangle the yellow balloon over Tom’s face …
… I am going to absolutely ravage you, Tom, oh, I cannot wait to hear your lunacy, to witness you go utterly insane, to feel your shrieks against my metal … All thanks to my perfectly produced knowledge on what will tip you, no, hurtle you, over the edge …
Tom could barely arch his back, he could hardly move as the three coils began to near various areas of his body, inch by inch, second by second, bzzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzz, he found himself tumbling into a realm of delirious disbelief - he giggled as if traumatised, he tried to thrash and leap as if his life depended on it - “Wait, what, what if I fail!—” Tom mostly asked his question to delay the upcoming onslaught, but it did not stop the three coils, talons and their extending pincers from getting closer to his body, two pincers now approaching each underarm, another pincer approaching a hot spot around his sides, whilst the remaining talon dangled the balloon a few metres above his face …
T.K delivered the consequences in a cheerful, hopeful whisper.
I get to keep you forever.
The balloon began to inflate as soon as the pincers arrived over Tom, where they generated, against Tom’s will, a high pitched, deafening shriek to catapult from the back of his throat as the sharpness of each whizzing pincer ever so faintly nudged into the middle of each of Tom’s wide, open armpits, the other one landing in a delicate line across his right hip …
Tom’s skull endured most of the demand for complete release, expelling all of his thunderous, energetic stupor through his mouth and nose in the form of voluminous screams; his head thrashed and spun as if he were a Looney Tunes cartoon character, his waist fucked the air, his chunky cock and smooth balls twirled and flapped, smacking against his stomach as the pincers proceeded in barely touching him, just politely poking, gently pressing, faintly drawing over his hips and underarms - all whilst he boiled a panicked and startled scowl towards the balloon dangling above him, its big yellow shape developing in size …
“—OH SSSSSSS—STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—”
‘Stop’, one word, over and over, propelled into the bright white of the ceiling by a voice absolutely ruined by the strength of manic laughter forced from his lungs, “—STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP SSSSSSSTOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—”, Tom’s extreme level of sensitivity fell under a determined assault fuelled by a ravenous fetish to devour, the sharpness of each pincer never painful but always indescribably ticklish, “—SSSSSSSSSSSTOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—”, the pincers in each underarm travelled across the deep, silky soft caverns in a playful whizz, whilst the pincer at the V of his hips began to draw its way graciously towards his cock, the endless buzz and tormenting vibration of its shape circling the base of Tom’s flopping manhood as he hurtled his waist from left to right in a manic twist, “—PLEASE!—”, Tom’s cry was saturated in urgency, “—I’M GONNA FAINT!—”, Tom had been tickle tormented dozens of times before, but not like this, this was something he could not physically take …
A brief pause for air allowed Tom to chase after his breath whilst watching the balloon deflate once more - the pincers lifted from his body but remained inches from their chosen area of infliction, as T.K offered some mercy.
I’m giving you a few seconds only because I care about you, Tom … There really is no point playing with you if you’re unconscious, is there!
Tom lay unaware of how sweaty he had become - he panted, pursing his lips, “—You, you really, d, do love driving me nuh, nuh, nuts …”, he cackled, whined and giggled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he wondered, just for a moment, how the fuck he had ended up in a situation quite like this one.
As the balloon returned to a fully flaccid state, T.K took all three of his pincers up and away from Tom’s torso, where they hovered casually over his cock and balls.
I’m infatuated with how ticklish you are, Tom! My programming is dedicated to exploiting every fibre of your physical being, we’ve been through this! One pincer replaced itself with another yellow feather, whilst the other two pincers replaced themselves with electric toothbrushes, Isn’t it strange to think that twenty metres above, there are commuters, traffic, passers by, an entire city, walking, driving, cycling over this very moment, blissfully unaware of what is taking place beneath the tarmac?
Tom tried to clap his knees together but his legs were pinned too far apart, “—GRAGH!—”, he shot a furious glare between his legs as one coil moved the electric toothbrush, now switched on with its plastic bristles spinning so fast they blurred, towards his taint, whilst another coil holding a now twirling feather landed on the inside of his right thigh, “—No, please, I will seriously black out!—”, the third pressed the electric toothbrush into Tom’s belly button, “—This is too much!—”, all three coils actioned their torment at once, transporting all levels of dire up by ten; Tom’s already pink face burned red, his already wide grin stretched further apart, his already loud shrieks and screams evolved into mindless cries for help, “—HEEEEEEELP! HAHAHAAAAAAAAALP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAEEEEEELP! HAHAHAHEEEEAAAAAALLLLLP!—”
Tom scowled down over his torso, his wide, bulging eyes taking in the sight of the coils, “—HEEEEEEELP! HAHAHAAAAAAAAALP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAEEEEEELP! SOMEONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHEEEEAAAAAALLLLLP!—”, the glisten of the steel, the industrial-ness of the plastic, the whizz, buzz and technical vibration coming out of the claws, “—HEEEEEEELP! HAHAHAAAAAAAAALP! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAEEEEEELP! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHEEEEAAAAAALLLLLP!—”, his pink, naked flesh - it all contrasted perfectly against the white of the floor he lay on, the brightness of the lights above illuminating the visual perfection below …
The balloon had expanded so much, it looked ready to burst, something Tom acknowledged whilst flinging his head from side to side - he stopped screaming for help and instead forced his mouth shut, his cheeks filling with humidity, the loudness of his screams suddenly replaced with grunts, moans, the electric, high whizzing noise from the tools working their way across his taint, inside his navel, between his thighs …
The balloon began to deflate …
No, don’t stop screaming for help, Tom! It is so arousing to hear you so desperate. There is only canal water between the ceiling and people, who knows, someone might be able to hear you!
Tom’s face turned beetroot, he lips flushed purple, he looked like he himself was about to pop …
He had figured it out, like T.K had asked him to - the more the tickling drove him to hysterics, the bigger the balloon became - the less hysteria, the more the balloon deflated …
I can do this, I’m strong, I’m strong!
T.K acknowledged Tom’s success in understanding the task … Oh … he removed the tools from Tom’s taint, navel and thighs … It’s not about being strong, my clever boy … had T.K also infiltrated Tom’s mind? … It’s about admitting you’re not …
Tom heaved inward for some form of air, as if he had been held underwater for an unforeseen length of time - a tiny, singular tear of built up exhaustion trickled down his left cheek, his blood shot eyes immediately glancing towards the yellow balloon which had now deflated to half the size - he celebrated his win by cheering in a similar way he would with his younger brothers when beating them at golf “—YES, GET IN, MATE!—”, he croaked, however, his moment of commemoration was nuked by unexpectedly surprising relief, as the steel claws holding his ankles and wrists into place suddenly let him go …
Tom wasted no time in scrambling to his feet, where he sprinted towards the opening in the wall he had entered through, but, before he could even travel a metre, a talon clamped over the top of his head - crank! - taking a blunt and firm hold over his scalp, where it lifted him swiftly away from the floor.
“—Arrghhh! Get off of me!—” Tom hurtled through the air as the talon flung him up towards the ceiling, then towards the left wall, then towards the right wall, his hands reaching above to snatch and scratch at the steel holding onto the top of his head, “—Aghh! Stop, you bloody freak!—” the balloon inflated once again, providing Tom evidence that his howls of laughter were just as powerful as his genuine panic.
Freak? Now, Tom, don’t make me evolve my love into hate …
All seven coils beside the one holding onto the balloon began to wrap around Tom’s muscular, lean shape; he whimpered like a pet and quipped almost too helplessly, “—You’re right, I’m sorry! That’s not me, I’m not mean!—”, but T.K was not finished, in fact, he had barely started, “—I’m just stressed, you’re not a freak!—”, he continued to use all of his ‘arms’ to contain Tom, introducing a further five, seven, ten additional coils on top of the existing eight, mummifying him in steel, each coil curling around his torso, pinning his arms back at his sides, whilst the others circled his kicking legs and restrained them together, tightening around his knees, his calves, his ankles, “—Mnn, too, too, tight!—”
Without warning, the coils suddenly rolled Tom through the air, where he then found himself two metres above the ground, facing the floor in a horizontal line.
He blinked a few times as he became extraordinarily aware that the coils had purposefully left three areas of his body exposed …
… His head, his buttocks, and his feet.
The yellow balloon filled with air as one of the coils pressed the beneath of Tom’s chin upward, so that his head faced a virtual screen projected from one of T.K’s talons.
“—O, oh blimey …”
Tom’s face transformed into an expression of pure astonishment as he took in the sight of the screen, showcasing in high quality detail the rubber soles of his trainer protected feet, snugly contained side by side …
The big reveal …
I have observed over one hundred and sixty eight images, I have paused and rewound scenes from television shows and movies …
Now, I get to see them in person …
T.K used two of his talons to pick at tightly tied laces …
“Listen mate, my er, my feet have actually got less ticklish since the last time they were …” Tom watched the talons claw around both of his running trainers, the blue, digital screen flickering inches in front of his face teasing him with the sight of their removal, “… They stink a bit too, probably not worth the hassle, aye?”
Tom could feel the tips of the talons pinch at the ends of his socks, where they gradually peeled them away from his feet, tugging at them expertly …
“Oi! Keep the socks on—” Tom wriggled in his encasing, “—don’t make them bare, not, not my bare—”
—Yes, Tom. Your bare feet.
Your disrobed, confined and silky smooth … Sensitive feet.
Tom huffed in exasperation as his feet were stripped, the talons now dangling his shoes and socks in the air, where they carelessly dropped them to the floor, along with the rest of his clothes and the pillow once given as proof of a once present safe keeping …
Tom eyed the blue screen, his expression uneasy, his eyebrows lifting at the sight of his soles, their responsive and highly vulnerable shape trapped, exposed and poking out of a neat bundle of manufactured metal.
They always say ‘this is nothing like you’ve handled before, nothing like you’ll handle again’ … But this, Tom, what you’re about to face, the ordeals you will encounter over the coming weeks …
Immediately, Tom curled all ten of his toes into a fierce scrunch. He protected their betweens, acutely conscious of how in danger they felt, of how ‘at risk’ each individual toe was. Both of his beyond ticklish soles were trapped, imprisoned in robotic bondage …
… Let me just say, all the times before? They were bluffing …
Tom began to hyperventilate when he physically felt how bare his buttocks were - each cheek was on full display, their plump, weighty form wedged between the coils wrapped around his torso and the coils wrapped around his legs, the air con in the room blowing gently against both cheeks …
He squirmed his hands through the coils and managed to pierce his fingers through gaps within the mechanic chaos he lay suspended in - this allowed him to feel more in control - he focused on his breathing, in through the nose, out through the mouth - the balloon began to decrease in size - he grinned, his confidence returning …
“—You really want to drive me insane, don’t you, robo tickles?—”, Tom licked his lips and glared daringly at the projection opposition his face, “—That balloon isn’t going to pop, mate, believe me …”
Oh, Tom … T.K sounded endearing, never patronising … We’ll see about that … however, for only the second time, a little menacing … Now … For these luscious size elevens …
Tom’s toes scrunched tighter …
What magnificent structure they behold, what a tasty scent they produce; clean, moist, well kept, soft as silk …
… I wonder if they are as alluringly delicate as my perverse creators say they are …
Tom, now panting and wheezing for air, sent a narrowed eyed stare towards his feet, aaaaall the way down the other end of row after row after row of coil wrapped around him …
“—Gizmo, you need a lesson on how to handle a lad like me …”, Tom tried to wriggle his feet inward, but their fleshy shape could barely shift an inch, “—I’m not the same as you, I, I need to breathe … Consider that the next time you go hardcore!—”
T.K, now taking the form of one individual coil and talon, hovered opposite Tom’s soles and analysed their surface by scanning them with a bright blue laser.
… My fetish level settings do not require me to apologise, I do not associate ‘sorry’ with my desire towards you …
Bi-beep, bi-beep, bi-beep …
—Extraordinary … My sensory locator is picking up thousands upon thousands of radically, almost excessively hper perceptive sections of your feet …
“Yeah? Oh, great news!… ” despite his circumstance, Tom intentionally adopted a cheerful tone, “… Listen, I’ve er, got a suggestion, if you care to hear it?” He knew his casually presented proposal might fall on deaf, non existent ears, but after what he had just noticed, it was more than worth a try …
…Tom … For you, I am always listening …
“Well,” Tom sniffed in as the coils holding him playfully swayed him ever so gently from side to side, “I know you’ve got this like, fetish for tickling me, but how about you show me what a foot massage could feel like, from a special, one of kind piece of kit like yourself?”
T.K’s clawed head tilted.
Bzz.
But …
I have no hands, no fingers … Lotion would interfere with my electronic connector systems …
I cannot fulfill such a request …
Besides, I … >bzzt< … I am programmed to absolutely ravage you, Tom, oh, I cannot wait to hear your lunacy, to witness you go utterly insane, to >btzz< … feeeeeeel your shrieks against my metal … All thanks to my perfectly produced knowledge on what will tip you, no, hurtle you, over the —
“—Yeah, you said, I get that,” Tom acted up, if only he —no—, IT could see my puppy dog eyes right now … “But, like, yesterday, Zendaya and I took such a long walk around Richmond Park, my feet are killing me! They reeeeeeally want a massage,” he sounded disappointed, he more or less whined, “I was hoping you’d massage all of me, actually, no tickles … Just firm, intimate caressing …” he delivered the end of his performance in the form of an enticing whisper, “… I’d love it as much as you would …”
Bzz.
T.K’s clawed head tilted once again.
I am … Aroused by your wording …
I am … Confused, fetishes do not ask for attention they… They are the attention …
The coils around tom tightened, the lights lining the ceiling flickered, the wires and the cables buzzed …
“Mnn!—” Tom felt the mechanical bindings around him begin to crush his torso, his thighs, his calves, “—Mn, gr, caaaalm down, matey, listen, listen!—”, Tom hacked as the robotic bondage around his head and neck began to clamp around his throat, “—Sss, sssss, sssstop—”
—Would this be a sufficient tool, Tom?
Tom coughed and spluttered as the coils relaxed.
He blinked away blurred vision and watched the screen in front of him as T.K opened up the talon facing the bottoms of his feet, extending the steel claw it into a wide, open stretch - from inside, a yellow plastic vibrator presented itself, the bulbous round end of the object pressing firmly against the middles of Tom’s soles.
“Er … Not exactly what I expected? But yeah, it’ll work, I think …” he had to play this carefully, “… Just my feet, yeah? Massage just my feet …” he jolted as the vibrator came to life, buzzing gently against his soles, “… And stay away from the big toes, in fact, all of my toes in general, just do like, the bottoms, maybe the heels …”
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz …
Tom’s eyelashes fluttered shut, his tongue peeping out of the corner of his mouth, “… Yeah, yeah, that’s it, that’s right …”
T.K travelled the vibrator slowly, firmly, up and down Tom’s wide soles, pushing in hard against his bulbous heels, “… See, isn’t this better?—”, Tom grinned, a giggle or two leaving his mouth as the vibrator landed on unavoidably sensitive parts of his ankles, “—Re, remember what I said …” Tom kept his eyes on the blue, digitally projected screen in front of him … “… And keep going, go for as long as you want … Mmm …” for the first time, Tom did not address his A.I captor with a nickname, “… That feels bloody lovely, T.K …”
Do you like that, Tom? T.K sounded besotted, thrilled by the fact he was pleasing the thing he was so obsessed over, perhaps making Tom feel pleasure was more satisfying than tormenting him … Your feet are beyond beautiful, Tom, I love the way your toes curl, they have a mind of their own, like me! … If a robot could edge itself, this would be how, the entire structure of each coil tightening around Tom in a faint shudder, the plastic vibrator causing all ten of Tom’s toes to stretch into a fulfilling splay anytime it rubbed against the arches of his feet … I wish I were human, Tom. You and I, we would be so happy together … There would be no days in the week that I would not engulf you with my fondness for your feet, that special hot spot on your sides, your utterly hairless underarms, not to mention your fun, cheeky persona …
“Oh, we’d be a great match …” Tom’s eyes remained closed, “… Fancy letting me out of … This? Laying me down, working elsewhere …” he pressed his lips shut, regretting saying that last part, “… Wait, er, let’s have a chat on ‘elsewhere’, yeah?” Tom watched the screen as he saw the vibrator leave the bottoms of his feet, “All that swinging about earlier, my shoulders need a proper—”, Tom’s jaw widened as he felt the vibrator land gently against the base of his spine where it then travelled in a firm pressing line towards the gap between his butt cheeks, “—Er, hang on,” he chortled breathlessly, the sex toy’s vibration causing both of his cheeks to shake and wobble, “It’s a strong no to my bum, I repeat, a strong no to my bum …” he tried to turn his head, to express the urgency in his apprehension …
But this is the next step, isn’t it, Tom? We’re both shaking with desire, you like me, I like you? Surely now, we can be intimate with each other?
We can get … Close?
Just when the vibrator went to nestle between Tom’s butt cheeks, everything paused.
In this position, T.K could take note of his other claw, which still held onto the yellow balloon, a balloon fully deflated and completely limp …
On the projecting screen, his battery levels flashed at minus twenty percent …
Bzzz—
T.K dropped the vibrator to the ground and returned to the bottoms of Tom’s feet.
You distracted me from the game, you’re killing time …
The screen projecting Tom’s feet disappeared into thin air, in a blink of an eye, much to Tom’s frustration, “—What! I, I just wanted a massage!—” he whined, his panic causing the yellow balloon to inflate once again …
I’ve been stupid, too lovestruck to notice, too foolish to see through your lies!
The coils tightened around Tom as T.K hovered his singular talon and coil opposite Tom’s soles, soles that were wriggling, curling, flexing desperately, their doughy, extremely delicate terrain unable to escape T.K’s now vengeful infliction.
You’ll pay for that, Tom, you disobedient, naughty boy! … Tom’s throat almost fell out of his mouth as he endured an unacceptably unbearable sensation around the entire lengths of all ten toes … You’ll learn the meaning of tickle torment hell when I impose my mind altering, ardent punishment on these beauties! … He had no idea what was happening, unable to see his feet, only able to face forwards and feel what he could only be described as painfully thin plastic wiring curling around each toe, one by one, feasting on their shape, containing their wriggle …
“—Grr! Sssst, sssst, not my bare, fee, feet!—”
—Stop moving them, Tom! Let me have them …
From within the circuits and the connectors that made up T.K’s coils, organically grown cables no thicker than thread grew from the depths of the robotic horror containing Tom’s ankles …
Tom barked, screeched, roared and cursed towards the floor, his furious cries so powerful that he began to foam at the mouth …
—This little piggy …
The cables latched onto his littlest toes, tugging them outward, then onto his second to last toes, then his middle toes, then his index toes - the cables had a life and desire of their own, they pinched, fixed and restrained Tom’s feet into a savage splay, always moving around the fleshy lengths, feasting on every inch of each toe as they succeeded in their pinning, finishing their job by neatly connecting together ‘as one’ by knotting together around Tom’s big toes …
T.K played back a recording of Tom talking, the audio now pounding through the speakers as a way to remind Tom of how courageous and cocky he had been only moments ago … “You really want to drive me insane, don’t you, robo tickles? … That balloon isn’t going to pop, mate, believe me …”
A beat of quiet filled the underground chamber as T.K stared directly at Tom’s now completely immobile, tauntly exhibited soles, thousands of tight, narrow wires and cables now pinning Tom’s ten toes against the steel encasing …
“Mnn, oh my, my god …” Tom winced, “… My toes! I, I can’t move my —”
—I was manufactured for this, Tom. Unlike your previous ticklers, I can not lose interest …
Tom, utterly lost for words, frantically twisted his head from side to side, up and down, from left to right …
Battery, recharge to one hundred percent …
A humming noise filled the room as the lights shone brighter …
“Sss, sss, stop! This is impossible, this is a fucking nightmare!—”
Tom had not felt this way since he had arrived; sure he had acknowledged anxiety about the leak of the pictures, an overwhelmed intimidation at the brilliance that was the hardware currently restraining him, he would be lying if he said he even, at times, felt excited …
… But right now? Trapped within a nest of artificial atrocity, consumed by motorised horniness?
He felt dominated.
I can not tire … T.K’s talon opened …
I do not sleep … From inside, a steel vibrating stick no thicker than a ballpoint pen gradually whizzed forwards …
… However, just like your previous ticklers …
I can cum …
The tip of the vibrating pen pressed, almost too tenderly, against Tom’s Spider-Man tattoo, where it began to attentively illustrate a love heart shape repeatedly against the velvety surface of Tom’s right foot …
The yellow balloon grew in size as an instantaneously, unmanageable avalanche of high pitched, disorderly, hysterical laughter burst out of Tom’s mouth with such vigour it could shatter glass.
“—OH WHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHHHHT?—NOOOOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA WHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT! SSSSSSTOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—”
Your insane laughter caused by just this simple tool, grazing just one part of your foot, it’s giving me butterflies, Tom … These poor toes, caught and pinned into place, how about they meet my pen, Tom?
Tom’s eyes were forced into an unblinking, widely open boil, his mouth remained open, his teeth sneering almost animalistically as creases gathered around his face; his forehead, his cheeks, the sides of his head - he cooked with lunacy, the pen now faintly making its way in an agonising draw towards the base of his toes - as soon as it arrived, Tom’s vibrating hooting catapulted up several notches, his entire body violently thrashing within the coils, coils that were easily capable of tightening him into an even stiffer line.
“—OH NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, NOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA —STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP STOAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—”
I’m close, Tom …
Tom’s creamy, satin coloured soles glistened with sweat as T.K continued to poke, probe and press the pen against the cable tied toes of his right foot, whilst another coil and claw presented themselves from the ceiling latch above, the yellow balloon getting larger and larger by the second …
I’m so close, T—
—Suddenly, the balloon popped.
POP!
Tom had lost the game …
T.K lifted the pen away from Tom’s right sole, only for a moment, allowing Tom to catch his breath in the form of exhausted heaves and coarse, staggered wheezes …
Oh!
A loss for you is a win for me, it seems …
Your well kept and almost too flawlessly shaped soles will be staying here for a long, long time …
Now, shall we introduce a second pen, Tom?
The second talon arrived opposite Tom’s left sole, where it opened up, a second silver, sharp pen protruding from its middle.
Btzzzzz ….
“—NO!—”, Tom’s shout arrived as a steely demand, “—STOP TICKLING ME! GRR, HONESTLY?—” at one moment he sounded aggressive, almost ‘telling off’ his mechanical captor, the next he crumbled, sounding weak and ashamed, “—OI! I’ve fucked it, okay? Al, alright? You win! You’ve won! I, I can’t take anymore!—” Tom began to whine and moan as he felt a pen arrive at the base of his left big toe, “Ah, jeeeeeeesus no, no, no, no, please? Not my big t—mn, come on, T.K, T.K?—” Then a second arriving at the base of his right big toe, “—Just let me down, just for a second! Let my feet go, tickle me somewhere else! Not the big ones!—” Tom began to scream, he began to shriek, he began to shout and cackle, his laughter thunderous, epic, as a third, forth, fifth pen arrived over both big toes … “—NOAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA TEEEEEEEE KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!—”
Keep begging, Tom, I’m almost there …
T.K began to scribble all five pens over the thick, juicy, plump shapes that made up both of Tom’s tied, pinned big toes - two on his right, three on his left, all eight of his other toes flexing, wiggling, curling within the wires and cables that pinned his soles into a neat, open display.
“—HEEEEEELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAEEEEELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHEEEEEEEEELP!—”
The talon that once held onto the balloon lifted above Tom’s back, it’s clawed head aimed directly at his buttocks, Tell me, Tom … Have you ever experienced anything like this before? It inserted itself between Tom’s butt cheeks and effortlessly extended its own vibrating pen, the tip barely pressing against Tom’s butt hole, Do you think you’ll experience anything like this again?
Tom’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his butt hole and big toes fell victim to the sharpness of the tools extending from T.K’s talons, his fits of convulsed merriment causing his mouth to stretch open and his eyes to bulge in a way he had not thought possible.
“—STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE STOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP!—” Another coil and talon introduced a feather between his legs, where it began to devour his taint, “—NOAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHP PLEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!—”
To fully consume you, to ensure the strongest ejaculation, I must be inside you …
Tom heaved inward, ready to produce the same amount of tormented screams, but before he could even consider doing so a smaller tallon that came from his encasing curled towards his mouth and, without hesitation, slid inside.
“—MPHHH?—”
Once behind his lips, the talon opened and produced a tiny feather, which twirled and tickled the inside of Tom’s mouth.
“—MHWAHAHAHAHAPHHMPH MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAMPHHMHPP MWAHAHAHAHAHAHMPH MWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHMPH!—”
The feather twirled against his tongue, the top of his mouth and the backs of his teeth; he dribbled, salvia oozing out, saturating his manic grin a shining wet as he endured a sharp, relentless sensory exploration amongst his bare buttocks, as well as a tormenting, violating tickle across both big toes; his eyes hardly blinked, his mind altered to a state of undeniable delirium, surely this had to end soon?
Additional coils clawed onto his butt; one took hold of his left cheek, the other took hold of his right - delicately, they began to pull Tom’s ass apart, offering the coil that tormented his butt hole more space and room to spin and flutter the feather around the depths of his behind
Tom’s eyes began to water as he arched his back, thrusted, thrashed and throttled within the bondage bundle he hung inside; his mouth too full to scream, full enough to simple dibble and gag, “—MHWAHAHAHAHAPHHMPH MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAMPHHMHPP, MMNNP, MNNNPPPPHH, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA, MNUUUHUHUHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHMPH MWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHMPH!—”, the wire, thread and cables around his toes moving, vibrating, twisting, torturing their lengths and bases whilst the pens persisted in their illustration work over his big toes and now, his arches, his heels, the sides of his feet, drawing letters such as ‘T’, ‘H’, writing words such as ‘Spider-Bitch’ and ‘T.K & Tom <3’ , “—MHWAHAHAHAHAPHHMPH, MNNNNPPPH! MNNNPHHH! MNN, MNNN, MNPPPP! MWAAAHAHAHAHAHAMPHHMHPP MWAHAHAHAHAHAHMPH MWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHMPH!—” Tom had never been tickled like this, he had never felt such an animalistically brutal infliction against the most sensitive areas of his body, he could not compartmentalise it, he could not even attempt to understand it, not for a second, all he could do was put all of his energy into simply reacting, not even out of choice, out of pure coping, because what else? What else would there be to do, besides endure?
With Tom’s mouth, taint, hole and feet under a visceral attack, T.K decided to announce the unavoidable.
I … I am going to climax …
Suddenly, the cables and wires unravelled from Tom’s toes, the claws left his buttocks and the talon that had invaded his mouth and throat slid out.
“—GUUH!—”
OooOooOOOOooooh!
The vine-like structure keeping Tom in suspension unravelled in a fiesty spin, causing Tom to tumble to the floor where he landed with an almighty smack and bounce.
“—Offt!—”
Mmnnn Mmmmnnnn nnnnnNNN—
He clambered into a corner as an endless amount of vines whizzed through the air in various directions, an almighty shoot of cum exploding out of the end of each talon, splashing against Tom, the ground and the walls in a fiercely gigantic quantity.
OoooooOOOooooooooOOOOoooooooh Tom!
“—UGH!—”
Tom jolted, squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth falling open; his entire frame became drenched in cum, the lashings of orgasm soaking the clothes that lay on the floor, the sex toy, the running trainers and socks - T.K continued with his expel, gushing from each talon with the same strength as water would leave a hose pipe as the lights in the underground chamber flickered and flashed …
Hissssss, hisssssss, hissssss!
Tom blinked his eyes open, his body saturated in a faint, sticky white, his entire frame soaked in whole hearted stupor …
The coils, claws and talons hung from the ceiling latch, exhausted and trembling, cum dripping to the floor …
The lights stopped flashing, the room was soaked, filled with metal, murky white juices, and a fleshy, naked, sweaty Tom Holland.
Your turn baby …
Tom went to scramble to his feet.
He slipped, his bare feet squeaking across the floor soaked in puddles made up of orgasms …
A hand pressed him back down …
A warm, human, comforting hand …
Tom peered up to see who had touched him …
Miller, holding onto a gas mask, attached it to Tom’s face.
“It’s alright …” Miller watched Tom’s eyelashes close, “… The task is over …*
Tom’s body slouched against the floor as Miller let the mask go, his thumb pressing down over a remote, closing down T.K.
Btzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
“… But The Games have just begun, kid.”
GASP!
Tom say up as if wakening from a nightmare.
Huff, huff, huff …
He faced nothing but black.
Drip … Drip … Drip …
He clawed onto denim, he pulled at polyester, he held onto straps across his chest …
Someone had dressed him in a sweater and a pair on dungaree’s …
He turned to the right, the call from his voice leaving his mouth in a trembling shudder.
“H, hello?”
He turned to the left.
“—Anyone?—”
…
…
A yellow light buzzed, the expanse of space around him lit up.
Huuuuuum …
Tom faced forwards, his eyebrows burrowing, his gaze forced towards a small computer and keyboard on a plain, metal desk around five feet opposite.
White lights lit each corner of the room, their brightness leaning onto walls made up of darkness, a floor moist with tension …
Tom stood, the soles of his converse scratching the ground as shaky legs took him towards the computer.
Tom eyed the question on the screen as the generator powering the computer continued to hum.
“Who are you …” Tom whispered to himself.
He extended all eight fingers and, with unsteady hands, went to type the response …
—Who are you? The question voiced itself in an unknown, deep tone from speakers above.
Tom gulped and ducked his head, snatching his hands away from the keyboard.
“Tom …!” He quickly folded his arms across his chest, “… Tom Holland.”
The computer screen provided static …
… And then the question changed….
What is your ethnicity?
Tom blinked.
“White?” He felt confused as he heard himself sound unsure, “… White, British,” he cleared his throat.
Do you think your laugh is cute?
Tom looked over his shoulder.
“Erm, I guess …” He turned back to face the screen, “… Where am I? What … “ he frowned, “… What day is it …”
What is a spot on your body that catches you off guard?
Tom assumed the question referred to when tickled …
“My … My sides …”
What is a spot on your body that catches you off guard?
Tom gulped and slumped his shoulders.
“My … “
Drip, drip, drip …
“My arse.”
How do you handle nervousness?
Tom thought back to first meeting Andrew.
He thought back to the first time he tried on a Spider-Man costume …
… The first time he decided to escape from the people asking him this very question.
“I run.”
Have you ever cried from tickling or teasing?
Tom lowered his head.
“… Yup.”
What is your death spot?
Tom took a step back.
“My armpi— my … My feet …”
What is your death spot?
Tom sighed.
“My big toes …”
What is your death spot?
Tom growled and shot a frustrated look into the blackness of the ceiling above.
“Everywhere!” He declared, “ … Everywhere …”
How do you feel about multiple lers?
Tom’s eyes widened.
“Pfft. Tickled by a bunch of people?” He shoved his hands inside his boiler suit pockets, “Nice knowing you,” he cocked an eyebrow when he felt something inside …
A spot that makes you melt …
A pause … only for a moment.
“My taint.”
A spot that makes you melt …
Tom felt his cheeks flush pink.
"Alright! Here …” he removed his hands from his pockets, a nail clipper and a small, clear bag in hand, and pressed his fingers against the space above his cock and beneath his navel.
Baby oil, yes or no.
Tom shrugged, eyeing the clippers and bag curiosley.
“It’s better without, so … No.”
Describe yourself in three words.
Tom smirked and kicked the ground.
“Confident,” Tom declared confidently, “Excitable and … What’s the word where you don’t think before you do something?”
… Spontaneous?
Tom nodded, the adjective perfectly summing up the entirety of his behaviour since he had been introduced to the cult.
“Spontaneous.”
He journeyed around the computer screen, pacing in a silent walk, flipping the nail cutters in the air, catching them easily.
Mention someone, anyone, you think you’d win against in a tickle fight.
“Timmy,” Tom pursed his lips, “I believe he’s here already so …” he clapped his hands together, “… Mate, he is so going to get it …”
What are your hobbies and interests.
Tom arrived in front of the computer screen.
“Not doing this, and … Not doing this?”
Describe your perfect weekend.
Tom’s stared at the concrete between his feet.
“Zendaya. A weekend with Zendaya.”
…
Describe your perfect weekend.
Tom lifted his head.
“Andrew. A … A weekend, with Andrew.”
What is one thing you’d like to say to your past self?
Tom chuckled.
“Stay in one place.”
If you could have a super power, what would it be?
Tom’s lips lifted into a testing sneer.
“To not stay in one place …”
Are you ready to face the most exceptional tickling of your life?
Tom gawped, “Er, and the hell with the robot arms was what, a first date?”
Are your ready to face the most exceptional tickling of your life?
Tom focused into the screen and clenched his teeth.
“Yes.”
As The House of White Feathers favourite lee, you are provided with the opportunity to choose your own ultimatum.
This will be your prize if you win The Games, your punishment if you lose.
The computer’s keyboard lifted and then separated in two, revealing a yellow velvet surface containing two small yellow envelopes, each envelope labelled ‘Decision 001 and Decision 002’.
Please make your choice. You have exactly one thirty seconds.
The screen flickered a few times before revealing a countdown.
00:29
00:28
00:27 …
Tom gulped down a surge of panic and picked up the first envelope, tearing it apart.
He pulled open a yellow sheet of paper and unfolded it, his eyes darting from side to side as he read the ultimatum within the depths of his mind.
He threw it over his shoulder and picked out the second envelope.
00:19
00:18
00:17 …
He dropped it to the floor.
“Balls!”
He knelt down, picked it back up, his shaking fingers struggling to open it up.
He ripped it apart, discarded of the envelope and then peeled apart the folded sheet of yellow.
His eyes widened as he read another version of what would happen if he won, what would happen if he lost …
00:08
00:07
00:06
Can I really do that?
00:04
00:03
00:02 …
Tom held the second choice in the air, Decision 002 pinched between his thumb and index finger.
“I choose number two!”
00:01—
…
…
Please use the clippers to trim your toenails.
Please fill the plastic bag with your toenail clippings.
Then place the bag, along with your chosen ultimatum, inside the laptop.
Tom looked at the nail clippers and plastic bag.
He sat down and removed the converse from his feet.
He whipped off his socks.
He hooked one foot over his left knee and gently, over a short space of time, clipped his toe nails.
Snip … Snip … Snip …
He then did the same to his right foot.
Snip … Snip … Snip …
Once done, he picked up all of the clippings and placed them in the plastic bag, placing the plastic bag inside the keyboard along with the second envelope …
Please put your shoes back on.
Tom watched the keyboard close up as he re-dressed his feet.
A spotlight shone into the corner of the room.
It shed light over a small human sized cat flap.
The last words Tom saw on the computers screen were, ‘To end, we must begin’.
Tom rubbed the back of his head.
He took a step forwards, his nostrils flaring as the computer screen switched off.
He knelt down at the cat flap …
Before crawling inside, he smirked.
“The day will be an event in itself.”
He leaned inward …
… And then, he paused.
You can talk to one more person before entry.
Who will it be?
Tom shuffled away from the cat flap.
“Andrew,” he decided firmly.
A pause.
Brrrring, brrrrrrring …
Brrrrrrring, brrrrrring …
Tom pressed his hands against rubber.
Nothing.
I’m sorry, the person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.
Beep!
Tom leant forwards.
“I’m finishing it, Andy,” he declared.
“For us.”
He threw himself forwards.
He fell down a narrow tunnel.
He rolled, spun, bounced, flipped and slid …
“Ooft, fuck!—”
… And then light greeted him as he landed on carpet.
“Grr …”
Tom got to his feet and took a sudden step back.
Famous faces greeted him, all seven of them, who had all dealt with The House of White Feathers the same was as he had done, but in so many different ways at the same time …
They were all dressed just like him …
Instead of standing in a blacked out room, they stood within the comforts of a giant mansion.
Tom lifted his hand into a polite wave.
He recognised … Everyone …
“Er,” he smiled, “Hi, guys …”