Tickle Tutor #2: A Little Guidance M/f

Tickle Tutor #2: A Little Guidance

M/f

By TickleMantis

Chapter One: Waking The Beast​

Like most teens his age, Jason Whitmore had gone through a tumultuous time during his senior year in high school. Though, the handsome quarterback pondered as he sat on an expensive wooden chair, his final year before college was probably a little more adventurous than most. A week after his eighteenth birthday the well-toned young man had moved to a new town, all the friends and popularity he’d built up at his previous school suddenly counting for next to nothing. Still, at 6’1ft tall with a lantern jaw, classy combed-back dark hair and the muscular figure of a star athlete, the blue-eyed boy was confident he could build his reputation up again with a new crowd. There was just one minor complication, an urge that had boiled and swelled within him, a hidden desire the otherwise charming lad continued to find harder and harder to control as time went on.

Turning slightly in his chair, the quietly thoughtful teen stared out the Victorian style window to the well-manicured grasslands beyond. The small room Jason sat in smelled like fine wood polish, the hardwood floor shiny beneath what he imagined must have been quite a high-priced rug. On either side of the room were big wooden doors, the hinges cast iron and old. In one corner a small set of drawers sat, the kind with little wooden feet and tiny dangling handles on each drawer. The teen didn’t know much about any of it, he gave his surroundings little thought, his mind focused mostly on the year gone by, less about the room itself and more about how exactly he had ended up in it. Squinting a little as he looked to the grey sky beyond, Jason recalled the moment he first let temptation finally get the better of him, and a young woman by the name of Emma Clark.

Almost a year ago to the day, a little over a week into his new school, Jason Whitmore eagerly practiced football after hours. A brief show of his skills on the first day had convinced the coach to put the dashing teen on the team, but during the summer break Jason had mostly been caught up with his family’s move and had little time for football. Nonetheless, the eager young man was keen to catch up and more than willing to put in the effort. He’d train with his new team after school, and then continue to train by himself once they all went home. The only thing that made training solo somewhat difficult was the presence of a strawberry blonde who often sat reading on the bleachers.

Emma Clark was a studious girl with bright doey blue eyes and freckles sprinkled across a button nose. Her light red hair hung in frizzy waves down to her shoulders, and she always seemed to wear some variant of a colourful halter-top above form fitting black yoga pants. Slip-on dark blue shoes always finished her ensemble, though she never appeared to wear socks, which Jason noticed almost immediately. From the first day the strapping lad had seen Emma sitting in the stands he made a point of striking up conversation. How are you, what are you reading, nice weather we’re having, that sort of thing. The petit girl, who stood a mere 5’1ft, had been shy but receptive and as that first week drew on the pair talked for a few minutes longer every day. By the following Tuesday the broad shouldered boy had gained enough trust to invite the fair skinned girl underneath the bleachers.

“Hey.” Jason had said, not another soul in sight save for the smiling redhead wandering toward him.

“What are you doing down here?” Emma laughed a little, her grin showing bright white teeth.

“Figured we could take a break!” The much larger boy said, hanging his hands from a support bar above his head as he stood in red sneakers, dark blue jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt.

“We?” The freckle faced girl stopped a couple of feet short from her new friend, the thin yellow cotton of her top revealing the bra line around her ample bosom.

“Sure!” Jason said with a cheerful smile as he swung his arms down. “Me from football, you from your books!”

“Ahh…” The tiny girl said with a wry smirk and tilted her head to one side. “I never need a break.”

“Haha! Well I do!” The brawny teen laughed. “I exercise everyday, don’t you?”

“Sure.” Emma replied, raising an eyebrow before poking out her tongue. “I exercise my brain!”

“Ohh I see! It’s like that!” The big man leaned back with a wide grin before stepping in a little closer. “Well maybe I can help you out!”

“Ah!” The redhead gasped as the large football player suddenly took hold of her slender left wrist and pulled her toward him.

At a full foot taller than the petit girl, Jason looked directly down to see the slightly confused smile of the blue eye girl pressed against him. Holding her left wrist in his large right hand the much larger boy was able to pull the dainty redhead in close. Squirming a little, Emma pulled back but was easily held in place, a fact she didn’t seem to mind all that much as she continued to smirk under eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

“I’m helping you exercise!” Jason joked and suddenly squeezed the wiggling fingers of his left hand into the young woman’s right side, just above her hip bone.

“Eeeiiiee!” Jerking sideways the tiny girl leapt a few inches back, squealing loudly as she did. “Jason!”

“Haha! See?” Keeping his grip firm around the wide eyed girl’s wrist, the muscular boy kept up his friendly grin. “It’s the best workout you’ll ever get!”

“It’s tickling!” Emma tugged at her arm, putting a little more distance between them and pursing her lips when she didn’t break free. “Come on, let go…”

“Yeah, tickling!” Wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the open air, the handsome boy stepped closer only for the cowering girl to step back again. “You’ll be fit in no time!”

“I’m serious, don’t…” Tugging at her arm and frowning, the young woman’s smile disappeared completely as she could feel the dark haired lad’s grip tighten. “This isn’t funny, don’t you dare tickle me!”

“Aww, why not?” Jason said with mock concern as he planted his feet and began to slowly pull the squirming girl toward his five wriggling fingers. “Are you ticklish?!”

“Jason!” Increasing her volume dramatically the struggling teen used large steps to try and head in the opposite direction, only for her feet to slide back through the grass each time. “Stop! Let me go!”

“Coochy coo!” Pulling her close with a swift motion, the big man quickly began squeezing the redhead’s cotton covered side.

“EEeeheehee!” Jasonnnn!” Emma squealed, slapping at the large quarterback’s shoulder with her free hand as she danced awkwardly. “Stahahap! Stop! Heeheeiii!”

“Are you ticklish?! Are you?!” Digging his fingers into the flailing girl’s side, the boisterous lad twisted her left arm behind her back, forcing her to press against him.

“Yes! Yeeeheees! Stop!” The stomping girl butted her forehead against the bigger man’s steely chest.

“How ticklish?” Jason stopped, quickly snagging the giggly girl’s right wrist and twisting it up to her shoulder blades where her left hand was already pinned.

“Ungh! Unff- let me-un-go!” Squirming as she was pressed against the muscular boys ripped torso the tiny girl couldn’t gain any movement for escape.

“Tell me how ticklish you are and I’ll let you go...” The dark haired boy said, easily holding the flustered girl in place as he looked down at her irritated expression.

“Just let me go! I hate being tickled!” Emma barked, huffing through her nose as she twisted from side to side.

“So like, on a scale of one to ten?” The grinning boy asked, the girl’s clear lack of comfort seemingly of no concern to him.

“Let me go!” Screaming her words, the tiny girl slapped a heel down on the muscular boy’s foot with as much force as she could muster.

“…ow.” Jason said after a short pause, his smile not fading in the least before quickly spinning Emma around and bear-hugging her from behind. “I’ll just find out for myself then!”

“No Jason daahahahaaa!” Kicking her legs out in front of her, the young woman’s hair whipped side to side as she felt the overly-playful boy’s ten fingers begin drilling into her supple rib cage from either side. “Ahahaha! Nohohahaa!”

Trapped between his tree trunk thick biceps, Emma could only swing her arms from the elbows down as she was lifted from the ground. Kicking in the air before her, the fitful redhead shut her eyes tight as she laughed loudly, the young man’s digits viciously kneading her soft ribs. Between her forced laughter the overpowered teen plead for release, her serious tone undermined by the schoolgirl giggles exploding from between her lips. Turned around in the air, disorientated and confused, Emma could do nothing as she felt grass press against her knees and Jason’s full weight press down as she was lay face down on the ground.

“You can’t tell me this isn’t working your muscles!” The large teen said as he straddled the redhead’s plum shaped butt, easily wrestling both her arms behind her.

“Agh! Stop!” Emma demanded, trying to buck against the dark haired boy’s immense weight as her arms were forcibly pinned in the small of her back. “Let me up! I hate it!”

“You’ll thank me later!” The rowdy boy said, planting his large right paw over both the squirming girl’s tiny wrists and holding them in place.

“No! I’m serious –it’s not funny!” Tugging at her arms the petit girl kicked her legs, straining to look back at the burly boy and show him the look of genuine disdain spread across her once cheerful face. “I really don’t like being tickled!”

“Hmm…” Jason smirked, using his free hand to pinch the bottom of the girl’s yellow halter-top, sliding it upward and revealing the creamy skin of her back and side beneath. “Then you’re really gonna hate this!”

“Nohee! Noheehee! Nodeeeeeiiieee!” Rolling her face into the grass, a forced smile spread across the redhead’s face as she could feel five fingertips lightly spidering up and down her exposed side. “Please! Heeeheee! Stopstopahaha!”

Rather than do as he was told by the frantically twisting girl, Jason instead let his curious fingers climb higher. Pushing the helpless redhead’s shirt up, the chiseled quarterback pinched at the bottom of her ribs and stroked quickly up and down from her hip to just below her bra line. With little effort Emma was held in place, her struggling and kicking having little effect on the muscular lad’s vastly superior strength. Much to the begging girl’s dismay the side tickling continued, her cheeks soon blushing red as constant insuppressible laughter worked her lungs overtime.

“Ah! Ahh! Okay-okay!” The poor girl gasped after several long minutes as she was suddenly rolled onto her back, the strapping boy sitting atop her hips. “Okay enough!”

“Aw, you can’t give up now!” Pulling the girls shirt up and exposing her pale midriff, the burly teen paid little attention to her slapping hands. “There’s still so much of you left to tickle!”

“Nah! Nono! Get off!” Emma winced, pushing at the big boy’s hands to try and cover her tummy again. “Get off me!”

“You only get out what you put in!” A huge playful smile across his face, the hulking young man gave no warning before quickly lobster clawing at the struggling girl’s bare sides.

“EEEIIIEEEE! Nnnnnheeee!” Curling forward, her abs tensing in an involuntary sit up, the trapped bookworm screeched as she clawed desperately at Jason’s forearms. “Eeeeheee! Staaahahahap!”

Bucking wildly beneath him, Emma dug her heels into the dirt, kicking up grass as she squealed with unwanted laughter. Even with her arms free it was no use, with the footballer’s sheer size pressing down upon the cackling girl she couldn’t wriggle free and no amount of hitting or pulling at his fingers seemed to have any effect. Her cheeks and forehead flushed red, Jason loomed over his unwilling playmate as he roughly massaged the soft flesh of her tummy between his fingers. Now and then a stray knee would strike the brawny boy in his back, but it was always an unplanned attack and as one minute drew into the next it was clear Emma’s sense of coordination was rapidly waning.

Several minutes into the assault, as his hands clawed at the kindly young woman’s bare flesh, Jason experienced a sudden moment of clarity. As he looked down at the squealing girl, her eyes clenched shut as she crunched forward, expression twisting between pained laughter and outright anger, the burly boy congratulated himself. Oh he’d tickled girls before of course, but with Emma it was different. Emma he’d put thought into, Emma he had planned and charmed and coaxed and lured into his trap and it excited him more than he ever imagined it would. He’d imagined it so many times, for all his fantasies of football stardom Jason had another hundred about tickling some poor helpless girl against her will. Some sweet, pretty and hopelessly sensitive woman screaming at him to stop, and he wouldn’t, oh no, in his dreams he never did. Jason had all the power and he knew it, Emma was his. If he could tickle her today, he could do it again tomorrow, but not without insurance.

“PLEASE!” Falling to her back an throwing her hands up defensively, the frazzled redhead gasped her words. “Please no-no more!”

“But you’re so cute when you’re screaming for mercy!” Jason teased, grabbing both of the tiny girl’s wrists and pinning them either side of her head.

“J-Jason! Hng! Please, please let me go!” Pushing back did little use, but the nubile teen tried her best as she winced against the boy’s unbeatable brawn.

“Maybe…” The large man said before leaning down, their faces a few short inches apart and his voice turning to a whisper. “…but first, you’re not going to tell anyone are you? About our fun under the bleachers today?”

“Unh! Ungh –please...” Emma squirmed, her plump bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Because if you do, if you decide to run around and tell the world…” Suddenly the boisterous boy’s agreeable grin and playful glint morphed into a look of complete seriousness and threatening promise. “…I’ll deny everything, and then…then I’ll find you and make today feel like a cake walk. I’ll tickle you so hard and for so long you won’t even remember what it’s like not to be tickled.”

Emma froze, she didn’t struggle although her muscles were plenty tense. The look in her attacker’s once welcoming eyes was sharp and focused, he meant every terrifying word. The silent girl didn’t need to speak, her wide quivering gaze gave all he reply she needed. Emma wouldn’t tell a soul, she could shake this off, she could move on, and the idea of being tickled again, tickled more, it made her stomach sink. For whatever payback might be gained, the potential blowback would never be worth it.

After a few seconds Jason’s grip lessened, he leaned back and swung one leg across the redhead’s upper body. As the muscular boy stood, the shaken girl behind him hurriedly pulled down her shirt, launched herself upright and began walking away. Without looking back Emma’s pace quickened, then turned to a small jog, a run and before she had hit the end of the bleachers the young woman was in a full sprint. Far behind her, a large bulge in the crotch of his jeans, Jason took a deep breath, grinned broadly and stretched his arms. For the first time in his young life the eager athlete had really let loose, given into that long held desire, but it had done nothing to abate it. No, instead all the handsome quarterback wanted was more, so much more.

Chapter Two: Fumble​

Emma Clark was being haunted. The handsome young man she’d met on the football field one evening had seemed so nice. Funny, interesting in a jock kind of way. At his invite she had met him under the bleachers, oh she wasn’t going to kiss him or anything but she certainly put her flirt on. The petit strawberry blonde liked him, enough that maybe they could hang out. Heck, maybe more, but it was never going to come to that, not after what he did. She avoided him after, if Emma saw him coming down the hall she would turn the other way, if they had the same class she would sit on the opposite side of the room, and she certainly never hung around the football field again.

The freckle faced girl had kept her word too, didn’t tell anyone, not that she wanted to, being humiliated like that, laughing unstoppably, flailing with no control. It was two weeks after the incident that Emma realized her running and silence meant nothing to Jason Whitmore. The brawny quarterback was making a name for himself, the cheerleaders were hanging off his muscular arms in no time, his burly team mates slapping him on the back in the halls. He was a charmer alright, joking with the nerds, polite to the teachers. Emma scoffed whenever she saw that broad grin of his, she’d seen a glimpse of what lay behind it, she knew the truth.

“Emma?” Jason said, raising his eyebrows as he shut the AV room door behind him.

“Why are you here?” The petit redhead said, her voice cracking involuntarily as she looked around the small windowless room.

The Audio Visual Room had become more of a hangout than usual for the frizzy haired girl since her last encounter with Jason. She always liked it in there anyway, it was quiet and she could tinker on the computer or read in peace, even more so than the library. If there was ever anyone else in there it was a teacher or one of the more bookish students, never anyone from the more popular crowd and certainly never one of the football team. Standing by one of the shelves lined with DVDs, Emma stood holding a couple of cases, her bright blue eyes searching the room for any way to get around Jason and out into the hall. The little wooden computer table was her only hope, maybe the chair at a stretch, she didn’t care what he wanted, the uneasy teen just wanted out and away.

“Oh man, I’ve never been in here!” The dark haired boy said, taking another single step into the room.

“What do you want Jason? I’m busy.” Emma said putting every ounce of irritable tone she could muster into her voice.

“Aw come on, don’t tell me your still mad!” The large quarterback grinned, opening his arms wide. “It was just a little tickle!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Forcing herself to turn away, suppressing every instinct to not turn her back on the deceptive lad, Emma placed the DVD cases onto the shelf. “Now unless you need something pl-“

Suddenly the distinct sound of a locking door was the only noise in Emma’s world. Pausing, the tiny redhead, who that day was sporting a light blue halter-top along with her usual black yoga pants and slip-on shoes, slowly pushed the last DVD case into it’s place. Hesitant to turn around, Emma slowly craned her head, first seeing the large figure of her unwanted guest looming in the corner of her eye. Twisting her upperbody and letting one leg pivot around, the trembling girl turned, taking a deep sharp breath upon seeing the squinted eyes and wry smirk plastered across Jason’s unmistakably mischievous face.

“I think you know what I need…” Jason said, his voice low as he began to walk forward slowly.

“You get away from me!” Shrieking, the fiery tempered girl reached behind her swiftly, clasping a handful of DVD cases and throwing them at the advancing hunk.

“Ha!” Laughing as he backhanded the flying cases out of his path, the devilishly grinning boy sped up, his long legs bounding quickly across the tiny room.

“NO! NO GET AWAY HEEEELLP!” Emma screamed as the burly teen was upon her, his large hands pawing at her shoulders.

“Agh! Calm down-hnff!” Wrestling with the fitful girl as she fought to avoid him, the big man grabbed at her elbows and began twisting. “Relax!”

“You’re not going to tickle me again!” Stomping her feet with as much ferocity as her nubile young body could muster the rage fueled teen wasn’t holding back, normally she’d never hurt a fly but in Jason’s she would make an exception. “Hnnnnggghh! No! Get! Off!”

“Turn that frown upside down!” Chuckling to himself as he pushed the much smaller girl face first into the shelving, the dark haired boy slid his hands down her arms and pulled both the redhead’s hands behind her back.

“Agggh! Noooo!” Emma shook as she pressed between the shelves and her brawny assailant’s bulk.

“Ohh, don’t you worry-“ Clamping one large hand over the fighting redhead’s wrists, the strapping lad used his other to reach into his back pocket and pull out several feet of bunched up twine. “-I’ll have you smiling in no time!”

“No-Ugh! Wh-what are you doing?!” Bucking as she screeched her words the tiny girl could feel her slender wrists being bound together, her face red with anger. “No! No you’re crazy! Help! HEEEELP!”

“Unf!” Jason huffed, tightening the twine as he tied it before pulling his furious victim away from the shelves. “Didn’t they sound proof this room? Didn’t I hear that somewhere?”

“You’re gonna be in big trouble!” Pulling away the petit girl was easily spun around despite her efforts. “You’ll be expelled! Let me go!”

“Nope!” Side stepping quickly and curling his large arms behind the struggling girl, Jason scooped her up and off the floor, carrying her wriggling body.

Despite all her kicking and cries to help, Emma knew, even in her panicked state, that the cruel young man was correct. The AV Room had been heavily soundproofed years ago, the door had been specifically purchased for that very purpose and behind all the shelving lining the walls foam padding. Most high schools wouldn’t have bothered, but they happened to share a wall with both the music room and the gym, all of which conflicted with the other. How Jason had discovered this the fitful redhead didn’t know, a random piece of odd trivia passed between students perhaps. Not that it mattered in that moment, as the dark haired boy lay her face down on the wooden computer table, it just meant Emma would have to do all the fighting herself.

“Stop this! Whatever you’re doing, stop now!” The flailing teen demanded as she was held in place by a single open palm pressed into the small of her back.

“Hold that thought.” Jason said before using other arm to sweep everything else other than Emma from the desk, the computer monitor crashing on the floor with a loud slam along the rattling of the keyboard, plastic bouncing of pens and flapping of paper. “You know I’m going to tickle you, right?”

“Nggggh! Nnnnno!” Wriggling wildly, the poor girl could do little with her hands bound as the big man shuffled her into the middle of the otherwise bare tabletop.

“Oh yeah, if you thought last time was bad…” Moving swiftly, the blue eyed boy caught the freckly girl’s lower right leg in the crook of his arm and, with another length of twine pulled from his pocket, began looping it around her ankle and lower corner of the desk. “…you’re going to hate this!”

“Come on don’t! Don’t! HEEEELP!” Emma wailed as she could feel the rough string tightening around her Achilles, her dainty foot dangling from the table’s edge.

Rolling from side to side, tugging frantically at her leg, the poor girl felt no respite as Jason soon turned his attention to her left foot. Jerking her knee hard, the realization only one of her limbs remained untied, Emma’s eyes began to well with tears as the threat of being tickled more by this mad man was rapidly becoming more real with every terrifying second. With his third and final piece of twine and a self-congratulatory grin the predatory quarterback pinned his unwilling toy’s left foot to the table’s other corner and tied it snug. Stepping back, the girl’s shapely butt raising up and down as she fought against her bonds, Jason admired his own handy work, content in his ability to plan and execute.

“I gotta tell you…” The handsome boy said as he softly cupped his left hand over the rubbery sole of the trapped girl’s upturned left shoe. “…I have been dying to see your bare feet.”

“OHNO!” Spasming suddenly, sharply kicking both knees and twisting her upperbody to look down, the water eyed girl shrieked. “Nonono!”

“MmmHmm…” Jason teased, sliding the small shoe slowly from the redhead’s wiggling foot before dropping it.

Emma’s tiny toes curled, wrinkling silky smooth skin across her then bare sole. Pausing to savor the sight, a hungry glint in his eye, the muscular lad bit his bottom lip as he examined every inch of his captive’s naked foot. The balls appeared marshmallow soft, her heels tender and glowing with a light pink hue. Vulnerable toes wiggling before him, Jason could feel his erection pulse against his boxers. Wasting no time, the eager boy hooked a single finger under the rim of the redhead’s other shoe and tugged it free, tossing it behind him.

“Please! Please don’t do this!” Switching tactics with no hope of escape or assistance in sight, the bare foot girl decided to throw any pretense of dignity aside and beg for her freedom.

“Aww why…?” Standing between the tied teen’s upside down feet, the handsome boy added a hint of mock-concern to his tone. “Does somebody have ticklish tootsies?”

“I didn’t tell! I didn’t tell anybody!” Emma stressed, hoping to appeal to some sense of fairness in the looming man. “I won’t tell ever! I swear!”

“Do you promiiiiiise?” Raising both hands into the air and wiggling his fingers, the handsome athlete made sure his blushing victim could get a good look.

“Yes! Yes I promise! Pleasedon’t!” Gasping her words, the petit redhead’s feet began to wriggled frantically as they dangled over the table’s edge.

“Here I cooooome…” Jason sang, lowering his hands slowly, the poor girl’s breathing becoming fast and deep.

“Ohnnno! Nono! JASON!” Her upperbody twisting around, the wide eyed girl looked on as ten fingers danced through the air, descending to within mere inches of her helpless and painfully sensitive bare feet.

“Tickee tickee tickee!” Darting his hands down like a snake striking at prey, the burly boy let all ten of his fingertips dance recklessly all over Emma’s bare naked soles.

“YEEEIIAAH! EEEIIEEHEE! EEEHAHAHA!” Arching her back hard, her tiny toes spreading wide, the nubile young girl exploded with squealing laughter, her tight body rolling and flopping like a fish out of water.

Between Emma’s involuntary laughter filling the room, her shapely butt muscles flexing as she threw herself around atop the table and the feel of her silky skin stroking against his fingers, the erection pressing against Jason’s jeans grew painful. The excited young man’s large cock pulsed against it’s confines, swollen and pounding for release. His eyes fixated on the redhead’s helplessly wiggling feet, the eager boy couldn’t decide where to tickle her first. Running his fingers all over the screaming girl’s heels, down her arches and insteps, digging in under her toes, all the while her agonizing laughter sounded like the sweetest tune to his sadistic ears.

A wide open-mouthed grin stretching her cheeks, the bound girl’s water eyes had quickly turned to full on tears. Streaming down her beet red face as her eyes sprung open and closed tight at random, thick salty drops flew from Emma’s chin as her wavy hair flew this way and that. Few words escaped the teen’s lips as forced laughter overwhelmed her, every effort of what little coordination her mind could manage going toward pulling furiously against the twine that bound her. When Jason had removed her shoe the terrified girl knew it would be bad, but she hadn’t imagined how nightmarish being trapped and tickled would truly be.

Emma Clark had been tickled before, more times than she cared to think about, but none of it had been as bad as when she’d joined Jason Whitmore under the bleachers, not until he’d tied her to table. A helplessly ticklish young woman, the slender girl had never thought much of tickling beyond a silly game between friends or lovers. The idea of being tied down against your will and exposed to it, to have tickling virtually used as a form of torture, was so outlandish she could have gone her entire life and never thought of it. Worse still was the fact, of all the terrifyingly sensitive spots across the redhead’s petit body, none were more excruciating than her delicate little feet.

Dropping down, Jason continued unrelenting, kneeling between the hysterical teen’s squirming bare feet as his fingers ravaged her soles. As minutes passed by, the dark haired boy losing all sense of time, the young redhead’s feet became coated in pink lines where fingers continuously sped. Looking up across the tabletop, the devilish lad watched as Emma’s plum shaped butt bounced, the thin stretchy material of her yoga pants leaving little to the imagination. Down below the throbbing of his restrained erection could no longer be ignored, as much fun as the horny teen was having tormenting his victim’s soles the urge to ravage her further had grown beyond his control.

With the redhead’s tight ass in his sights, the hulking boy stood up, placed his large hands flat on the table and began to hoist himself upward. As Jason bought his first knee up onto the tabletop, his mind narrowed on only one carnal goal, the determined lad had no idea Emma’s left ankle had suddenly slipped free. Moving quickly as she breathed for much needed air, the plucky girl took her opening and with freed nimble toes managed to hook the twine around her trapped ankle, pulling it loose. Straddling the young woman’s thighs, Jason pinched the elastic around the top of her pants only for her to roll over quickly and face him.

“Ragghh!” Emma roared, sitting up with as much ferocity as her panting body could muster, planting the top of her head directly into the big man’s chest and knocking him backward.

“Waah!” The lumbering boy gasped as his large frame fell clean off the tabletop, crashing down into the pile of assorted office items he had previously thrown aside. “Agh!”

“Screw you!” Leaping from the table, her hands still bound, the determined girl made a mad dash for the door.

“Ahh-god!” Jason winced, rolling over as he nursed a hand on his back. “Emma!”

“You ever come near me again-unf!” Turning her back to the door handle, the bound girl blindly pawed at the lock as she watched her tormentor begin crawling toward her on all fours. “I’ll do a lot worse than that!”

With a sudden click of the lock, Emma pulled at the handle and swung the door open wide. As Jason clambered across papers and slipped on a rogue DVD case, he reached out with one last ditch attempt to recapture his escaping prey, only for her to leap out into the hall. Putting his fingers on the doorframe to steady himself, the flustered boy looked up at the bare foot red head who frowned and slammed the door with as much force as she could.

“AGGGH!” Recoiling back into the AV Room, rolling onto his back, the defeated teen cupped his crushed fingers and grit his teeth in agony.

Chapter Three: FUBAR​

After a few days of swelling, Jason returned to practice. He was lucky there was no permanent damage, and though it was embarrassing his story about accidentally shutting his fingers in the door of his Mustang was better than the truth. Aside from a few days of pain and a bad case of blue-balls, as far as the demoralized teen could tell, there had been no further blowback from his tickle toy escaping the AV room. Things seemed to return to a sense of semi-normalcy in the following weeks and as leaves began to fall from trees and the temperature dropped outside, Jason’s confidence began to return.

Though no one knew about it, having Emma beat him as badly as she did had humiliated the charming quarterback. She was supposed to be his, her body was there to do with as he pleased, so far as Jason saw it. He’d planned it out so well, tied her up, even managed to do it all in a soundproofed room for crying out loud, it was supposed to be perfect. She was so ticklish too, screaming in agonized laughter, the memory of it should have warmed his soul but whenever the muscular boy thought back to it he only remembered the shock of falling, the indignity of crawling across the floor and the wrenching pain of his fingers being slammed in the door. He’d get Emma again, Jason determined to himself more than once, he’d do it right next time, but until then he had to hone his craft on less troublesome prey.

Alexa Calhoun had been flirting with Jason for weeks. A member of the high school cheerleading squad, the tanned brunette was often in the same crowd and had taken a shine to the strong-jawed lad. This however was nothing unusual, and the burly quarterback had given Alexa’s attentions little thought. Girls fawning over a lad like Jason was par for the course, a busty young woman giggling and putting her hand on his shoulder seemed no more out of the ordinary than kicking a football for the handsome boy. It helped that the young Mr. Whitmore was relatively new to the school as well, there was no drama and no history like his fellow team members had with many of the cheerleaders. Put bluntly, Jason had his pick of the litter, such as it was, and Alexa just happened to be the unlucky lady the predatory lad had chosen to set his sights on.

It was a Wednesday when the dashing athlete decided to reciprocate the hourglass-figured girls’ flirtations and the following Friday when he pulled his Mustang up to her parent’s house. Out of town for one reason or another, Mr. and Mrs. Calhoun were an affluent couple indeed, a fact Jason realized when their large iron gate opened automatically to present a long and winding paved driveway. The house itself, lit from the outside and with a lavish water fountain acting as a roundabout, was pristine. The young man, who stepped somewhat gingerly from his classic car, didn’t need to go around the other side of the large estate to know the Calhoun’s surely had a gigantic swimming pool out back.

By the time Jason had reached the front door, a bottle of red wine in one hand and a six-pack in the other, Alexa was already standing against the doorframe with a coy smirk across her face. Her smile made the burly young man narrow his gaze, the bronze skinned little minx, that amorous smirk would soon be a wide open grin that she wouldn’t be able to get rid off no matter how much she wanted to. Wearing only a silky bathrobe over her slender frame, Jason began to add up his advantages, the belt tied loosely around the cheerleader’s wide hips could be particularly useful.

Following Alexa through the spotless and richly furnished home, the two teens made small talk as they wound toward the kitchen. After gathering snacks it was down to a level below ground where the Calhoun’s had their in-home cinema. Equipped with a projector to play against one wall, the large rectangular room sported a popcorn machine, two leather recliners and a long leather couch. Jason ignored whatever movie it was his unsuspecting tickle target had chosen to watch, instead spending most of the film’s playtime admiring her long legs and soon-to-be-his bare feet.

“Did you like it?” The sultry girl asked, turning to look at her guest who was already staring at her.

“It was okay…” Jason said having no idea or interest as he moved his right hand slowly onto the wealthy girl’s thigh.

“Hm!” Small dimples forming in her cheeks, the dark haired teen turned her head away with a tiny giggle.

“Are you shy?” The far larger lad asked, shuffling a little closer toward his host.

“I dunno…” Alexa smiled, her cheeks blushing ever so slightly.

“Well don’t worry…” Sliding his hand further up the cheerleader’s leg, the handsome boy used his other hand to begin slipping open her silken belt. “…I’m not.”

“Heehee, Jasonnn…” Placing her hand softly on the forward lad’s forearm the grinning girl pressed her shoulder to her cheek.

Giving the lightest hint of resistance, Alexa pushed on the quarterback’s curious hand but ultimately let him do as he pleased. What the boy-crazy teen didn’t realize was that her tiny bit of flirtatious resistance only served to encourage the footballer’s hidden and sinister agenda. Slipping open the dark haired teen’s robe, Jason growled quietly as the silk spread and her well toned olive-skinned tummy and cushy tanned breasts came into view. Perky and firm, Alex’s large pink nipples were already hard as the devilish boy leaned in and began tenderly kissing her neck.

“MmmMmm…” The young woman cooed as she felt her brawny guests hot breath on her skin, his large hand sliding over her robe and onto the exposed skin of her midriff.

While Alexa’s nipples had preemptively erected themselves, Jason’s cock had rushed to join in the fun as it pulsed beneath his blue jeans. The hapless girl’s flesh was so malleable in his gruff paws, the hotly aroused young man’s mind racing with sadistic possibility. The house empty there was no one to interrupt, if she even managed to run from his wiggling fingers there’s no way the soon to be nude and screaming cheerleader would get far. In just a few seconds he would begin, a wiggling finger here, a stroke there, she’d be playful at first and bat him away, then he’d up the speed. How long, the increasingly excited boy wondered, how long would it be before Alexa realized this was no foreplay, how long would it be before her eyes widened and it dawned upon her that laughing hysterically against her will was the main event? Jason couldn’t wait to find out.

“Eeehee!” Spasming quickly, the half naked girl shuddered as she felt the burly boy’s five fingers spider up her side.

“Something funny?” Jason asked between kisses, planting his lips back onto the nape of the buxom girl’s neck.

“No…mmm…you tickled me.” Speaking as if a throwaway line, the unaware girl had no idea she’d just uttered the magic words.

“Ohh I see…” The young man’s heart skipped a beat as he almost stammered before asking his favourite question. “…Are you ticklish?”

“Heehee! A little!” Alexa giggled as the burly boy pinched the bottom of her ribs, the robe sliding from her shoulders.

“Just a little?” Placing an open palm on the girl’s upper back, the muscular lad maneuvered her around, laying her back on the couch cushions as he straddled her hips.

“I’m not telling you!” Her robe falling aside completely, the then nude girl lay atop her crinkled silk garb, her pussy smooth and bare.

“That’s okay…” Jason smirked, sliding both hands along the outer sides of the leggy teen’s thighs and up over her hips. “…I’ll just find out for myself!”

“Eeeeheehee!” Arching back, the surprised girl quickly began slapping at her guest’s hands as he quickly squeezed her waistline. “Heeehee! Come on! Eeeheee!”

“Come on? Come on what?” His smirk turned to a grin as he watched her large boobs jiggle, the horny lad moved his hands higher and began rapidly clawing at her ribs. “Come on, tickle you here?!”

“Eeeehahaha! N-nahahaha!” Alexa gasped, her eyes bursting open wide as she clamped her arms around herself, trapping the boisterous quarterback’s hands in places. “Okay! Hahaha! I’m really ticklish! Aha! Stop!”

“Ohh, really ticklish eh?” The burly boy emphasized his prey’s words and dug in between the soft spots of the laughing girl’s ribs.

“Eeeeha! Yes! Hahaha! C-come onnnahaha! Stop!” Rolling from side to side, the cackling teen’s bare feet kicked against the couch cushions as she looked up to the handsome boy with raised eyebrows.

“And what if I don’t?” Jason teased, grabbing the struggling cheerleader’s wrists and quickly pinning them above her. “What if I just keep tickling you all night long?”

“…hhh…” Pausing for breath, the trapped girl’s forced smile slowly morphed into a curious frown as she examined Jason’s wide-eyed excitement. “…what’s with you?”

“What?” Taken aback, the blue eyed boy lessened his grip a little, the look of disdain coupled with the rich girl’s haughty tone was far from expected.

“Why are you…” Alexa pulled her arms down, the larger man letting her go as she softly brushed her sides where his wiggling fingers had been. “…what are you talking about? No one wants to be tickled all night.”

Suddenly, rather than the heart skipping Jason had been enjoying a few moments before, a lump arrived in his throat and his forehead felt far warmer than the room temperature warranted. Alexa looked up at him in the same way she might look if someone spilled a Frappuccino in her lap, a little anger, some surprise at what had just happened and more than a little disgust. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, by now the all powerful young man should have had her begging for mercy, instead his stomach was in knots. The first thing she would do is tell of course, the twisted up boy couldn’t rely on the same secrecy he had with Emma Clark. Emma had few friends to begin with and even if she did blab it was a popular athlete’s word against some odd chick most people probably didn’t know the name of. Alexa on the other hand, Alexa had many friends and apparently a very well-to-do family, her word could crush him.

“I’m just kiddin’…” Putting on his best cheeky smile, the nerve racked teen hooked the bottom of his shirt in both hands and began tugging it up over his head.

“Are you sure?” Watching as Jason’s rippling abs and steely pecks came into view, Alexa raised one eyebrow. “You seemed awful excited about it a second ago…”

“Just teasing baby…” The shirtless hunk said as he leaned in close to the nude girl and pressed his lips softly to hers. “…just teasing.”

Jason spent the remainder of their night together going above and beyond not to tickle Alexa in the slightest. Later, and most fortunate for the fledgling sadist, his host that night didn’t mention her guest’s enthusiasm for making her laugh and squirm to anyone. At least he got his rocks off, the charming lad thought the next morning as he drove out through those large automatic gates, but it was far from ideal. Oh the sex was good, there was no denying the tanned girl’s tight cheerleader body made for a fun workout, just not the exact kind of thrill he’d been on the hunt for.

Alas, some days later as Jason watched the rest of Alexa’s squad finish up a routine, it occurred to the predatory lad he couldn’t touch any of them. Chances are any one of the girl’s would have happily gone home with the dashing teen, but they would no doubt be as disturbed and subsequently chatty about his ever intensifying need for sadism as his wealthy brunette date might have been, had he not been able to play it off as an awkward joke. With Emma Clark doing everything in her power to avoid him and the cheerleaders off limits, Jason scoured the school, it was time to widen his hunting ground.

Deena Tripp had the mysterious loner thing going on and even less friends than Emma had, which is to say zero. Long jet black hair usually hung over her eyes and she seemed to wear a jacket even back in summer. Her jeans were dark blue but tight and she certainly had a well rounded butt, though Jason could never understand why she didn’t play it up more –almost as much as he wondered about what treasures lay inside those thick leather boots she wore everyday. Deena was the perfect target, except she would be a hard egg to crack. If she was even into boys, a popular quarterback was probably last on her list of potential dates.

Jason started slow, ‘accidentally’ bumping into Deena in the hall one day, apologizing and flashing a toothy grin. A couple of days after the bump he noticed a band poster on the inside door of the cold-tempered girl’s locker and researched their music. The music, as far as the classic rock-loving lad was concerned, was terrible, but he had a goal far bigger than industrial-techno, or whatever it was supposed to be, in mind. From there it was a simple matter of striking up conversation. As expected Deena brushed him off at first, but being the persistent devil he’d always been soon cracked her outer wall. In less than two weeks, much quicker than the charming lad had expected, Jason and his once aloof target were cracking jokes behind the caretaker’s shed, a week after that and they were making out in his bedroom.

“Mmm-Take your shirt off-“ Deena said as the two horny teens pawed at one another atop the quarterback’s messy sheets.

“You too…” Tossing his shirt aside, the large lad loomed over the pale skinned girl who began clawing at her black singlet.

“Nff!” Pulling the thin cotton shirt up over her head, the dark haired loner appeared to become momentarily stuck.

“You need help?” Jason laughed, admiring the girl’s lacy black bra as she wrestled with the shirt covering her face, arms high above her head and smooth underarms stretched taut.

“Ha, maybe a little...” Pulling the shirt a little higher the once surly girl propped it just above her lips, no doubt expecting a kiss as she made less effort to escape.

“Hmm…does this help?” Delighting in his new friend’s predicament, voluntary or not, the burly boy quickly danced all ten fingers down either side of her tummy.

“…not really.” Deena said with a small smile but not even the slightest twitch.

“How about…” Turning his hands into large lobster claws, the eager boy began pinching his date’s exposed rib cage. “Here!”

“Not unless you’re trying to break my ribs.” Pulling the shirt over her head and pursing her lips, the black-clad teen dropped her arms down with no effort to stop Jason’s attack.

“Ha! Nono, I was trying to help!” Jason laughed, pulling his hands back.

“I think you were trying to tickle me.” The hazel eyed girl nodded softly.

“What if I was?” Pasting a cheeky grin over his lips, the coy boy raised a single eyebrow.

“Then I’d say you’re shit out of luck, champ.” Deena titled her head to one side and smiled. “I’m not ticklish.”

“Oh come on…” Running his fingers over her bare tummy quickly, the broad shouldered lad raised both eyebrows and opened his eyes wide. “…you must be ticklish somewhere!”

“Sorry, not a bit.” Adding insult to injury as she gave an apologetic smile, the slim teem raised both arms up, resting the back of her head in her hands.

“Hmm…not evennnn…” Jason turned slowly, grinning devilishly at the far too relaxed girl before pouncing toward her black cotton socks. “Your feet!”

“Go head man, but I’m telling you…” Spreading her feet at angles away from each other, the dark haired girl showed no signs of resistance.

Pinching the tops of Deena’s socks, the eager quarterback quickly tugged them free. The calm girl’s small feet wriggled in the open air as she flexed her toes back, stretching each bare sole. Placing one hand over the taunting young woman’s left ankle, Jason squeezed his knees around her legs as he readied for her to buck. So sure of herself she was, the brawny boy began wiggling the fingers of his free hand, by the time he was done with Deena she’d be a crying mess of ticklishness.

“You’re sure about this?” The large lad said, stroking a single index finger softly up the length of the surly girl’s arch. “No turning back…”

“Do your thing man, I’ll wait.” Deena said, closing her eyes and keeping both feet idle.

For almost two full minutes Jason tried every darn thing he could think of. Raking his nails slowly up and down, digging in under her toes, drawing figure eights, dancing five fingers, dancing ten fingers, tickling both feet at once. At one point the confused lad even put one of Deena’s socks back on to see if that would make a difference. All the while the confident teen girl lay there without so much as a quickened breath. More than a little disappointed, the muscular lad finally turned back, pulled down the young woman’s jeans and took her panties in his teeth. From there Deena and Jason rolled around in a rough, wrestling sweaty sex session that was loud enough to make a dog bark next door. After the then messy haired girl left, throwing up a peace sign as she strolled off casually down his suburban street, Jason closed the door behind him and kicked the rug.

By late fall, and feeling at something of a loss, Jason was climbing the walls. Emma was too careful to be tricked again. Always keeping herself around others and making sure there was plenty of distance from the man who wanted nothing more than to torment the strawberry blonde. He could have any of the cheerleaders, a fact the horny young man’s libido reminded him of everyday, but only if he wanted to be potentially outcast as the weirdo who tickled people. And Deena, who Jason had put such careful and considered thought into as his next victim, just wasn’t ticklish. Then, on a blustery afternoon in last period English, Tanya Lowe’s shapely butt caught the devious lad’s eye.

With jet-black braided hair, big brown eyes and a voluptuous figure the young black woman had a cheerful laugh Jason couldn’t wait to hear tense with desperation. Tanya was, as far as the predatory quarterback could see, an ideal victim for his intended depravity. Though popular in her own right, the bosomy young woman hung in a different crowd and as a result rarely crossed paths with the relatively tight knit bunch of athlete’s and cheerleaders. Wasting no time, Jason began laying the ground work almost immediately, striking up conversation with Tanya only moments after admiring her well rounded rear. Two days later, the date was set.

This time around, the determined boy had thought as he drove to pick the soon-to-be begging Tanya up from her house, he wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before. There would be no one else around where they were going, he could have his way without interruption. Even if she escaped from the rope hidden under his seat there was no way she could outrun his powerful sprint. When Jason arrived he didn’t even have to get out of his Mustang, like a lamb to the laughter Tanya came joyfully down the path in her front yard and climbed in the open passenger door. Dressed in a low cut purple t-shirt three sizes too small and a miniskirt showing off her long legs, the naïve girl smiled shyly as her brawny date sized her up like a prize ham. A moment later the two teens were speeding out of the suburbs.

“So where are we going?” Tanya asked, a cheerful smile across her full lips.

“You’ll like it, trust me.” Smiling himself, eyes on the road, the burly lad put his foot down, the engine roaring as they entered the highway on-ramp.

Not having grown up in the area, Jason had needed to do a little research in order to find the best spot for his date. After a visiting a few failed spots, one a small shack where an old man had yelled at the boy, the exploratory teen located a forest road around forty minutes outside of the city limits. It was a little further than he wanted to go, but the devilish lad couldn’t fault it beyond that, especially after finding a clearing that overlooked a sea of pines less than ten minutes in. The space was quiet, no one was around for miles, and running in any direction beside back down the rough dirt road was bound to get anyone lost in the woods. Other than the gravel, the small opening in the trees only sported one other feature, a small and rusted sign that barely read ‘Mule Point’.

“Where the heck are we?” The dark haired girl asked as Jason slowed his car a few feet from where the clearing fell away into a steep bank.

“I bought a picnic.” Jason replied, his tone sweet and soft. “I figured we could watch the sunset.”

Truth be told they weren’t facing the right direction to watch the sunset, a fact Jason didn’t know or care about. In fact at that point, butterflies racing around in his stomach, the excited sadist no longer even wanted to bother with the pretense of his well-prepared picnic. Looking at Tanya’s white lace-up tennis shoes and up the length of her smooth legs, thick thighs disappearing beneath her very short skirt, all the hasty lad wanted was to get his hands on her. Screw, he thought, damn the stupid blanket and basket show, he had worked for this, after all his missteps, the pain and suffering, he had earned this.

“It’s an hour or more ‘til the sun goes down…” Keeping up his agreeable tone, holding back the primal growl that wanted to break free, the popular lad began opening his door. “…you wanna sit in the back where it’s more comfortable?”

“…Sure.” Tanya said after a short pause, a knowing smirk raising her cheeks.

Walking around to the passenger’s side, Jason opened Tanya’s door like a true gentleman. He would be gentle, the hungry-eyed boy thought as he leered at the shapely girl’s butt while she climbed into the backseat, he would gently run his fingers over her naked skin while she screamed at him to stop. He would gently pinch her ribs and poke at her tummy, oh the eager young man would be so gentle, right before he let loose. As the buxom young woman turned, she wasted no time laying across the leathery sets, only propping herself with her elbows, a position that made her cushy brown cleavage swell.

“Mmm…” Jason gave an appreciative growl as he knelt between his promiscuous date’s long legs. “Comfortable?”

“Mmhmm…” Motioning with both index fingers to come toward her, the unsuspecting girl purposely propped her ample chest out a little further. “Come here, and I’ll make you comfortable too…”

Leaving the door open behind him, the brawny lad smiled as he leaned down, his muscular arms planting down either side of Tanya. Her skirt sliding up higher as the hulking teen pressed against her, the bosomy girl could feel his already swelling erection. With the back passenger side door still open a cool breeze flowed in from the forest, a fortunate fact as other wise every window would have fogged up in moments. Hot and heavy in no time, Jason grind lewdly against the softly moaning girl as she gyrated her hips in response. Their lips locked, tongues wrestling fiercely as they did, Tanya’s nipples stiffened beneath her bra as the quarterback’s large hands ran over her supple young body.

“Nff-“ His hand up the back of the horny girl’s shirt, the strapping lad’s well practiced fingers easily unclipped her bra.

With a soft grunt, and with greater speed than Jason had anticipated, the shapely young woman wriggled out of her shirt and bra, tossing them both aside. For a moment the brawny lad thought back to his failed trick with Deena when she had become briefly trapped taking off her own shirt. Had Tanya not been so fast the boisterous boy might have had the same opportunity, nonetheless she was now completely topless and significantly more vulnerable. Leaning back in, Jason wrapped his lips just below the half naked teen’s ear as he ran one hand up her bare side.

“Eee!” Tanya squeaked, shuddering quickly when her burly date’s fingers slid across the bottom of her bulbous left breast.

Dropping his hand back down a couple of inches, the slightly surprised boy continued kissing Tanya’s neck. He’d barely touched her, Jason thought, so focused on the bare breasted girl’s loud reaction that he almost forgot to keep his lips moving. It was so strange, of course it was he wanted, but the well-groomed young man hadn’t meant to do it, not that soon. Another few seconds maybe, another moment to take a breath and prepare for the fight. Still, composing himself and kissing a little harder, Tanya’s abrupt spasm was a good, nay, fantastic sign of things to come.

“Ahee!” Thrusting her hips, the topless teen squealed when she felt the handsome boy’s fingers glide against the side of her cushy bosom once again.

Recoiling his hand back to the sensitive girl’s side, the big lad intensified the movement of his lips and tongue, lowering closer to the moaning girl’s collarbone. Keeping Tanya distracted, the devious young man waited a few lustful moments before trying a third time. As predicted, the large breasted girl gave a loud squeak and arched her back. She had no idea, Jason thought as he kissed a little higher, the brown eyed teen was about to be driven mad with laughter and she didn’t have a clue. The fourth time he gave more than a passing stroke, wiggling his fingers with intent.

“Eeehee! Stooop…” Tanya whined playfully as she softly slapped at the quarterback’s hand.

“You have ticklish titties.” Pulling his head back, the bold boy stated his fact plainly before following up with a shark toothed grin.

“I do not!” Giggling her words, her eyebrows raised, the topless girl clawed lightly at Jason’s broad shoulder.

“I think you doooo!” The tall teen said in his best sing-song voice and quickly spidered five fingertips along the ballooning underside of his new toy’s bare boob.

“EEEHEEHEE!” Bucking hard, both the shrieking teen’s hands came flying in to protect herself, grabbing quickly at Jason’s fingers.

“Told you!” The proud athlete boasted, nodding his head and pulling his hand back a little.

“Oh my god!” Tanya gasped, both of her hands still clamped tightly around the handsome young man’s index and pinky fingers. “Fffuu! Don’t do that again!”

“Do it again?” Forcing his hand down slowly, the dark haired lad teased, wiggling his thumb and two middle fingers.

“NONO!” Screaming in high-pitched panic the curvaceous girl pushed back with all her might, bending the muscular boy’s fingers back.

All around her light brown irises, Jason could see the whites of the topless girl’s eyes. Her biceps quaked as she strained to push the far stronger boy’s hand away, he backed off with full knowledge that even with his fingers bent it would take little effort to push back. To the eager teen’s eye, the large erection in his boxers rock hard and threatening to break free, Tanya appeared simultaneously desperate and surprised. A moment before when the bosomy girl had disagreed about the sensitively of her boobs she had seemed quite genuine. Could it possible, Jason thought as he pushed his hand down just a little to keep that look of panic in Tanya’s eyes, that she had no idea how ticklish her large breasts were? Uncharted territory, the quarterback steadied himself, planting his knees and tensing his thick biceps, the idea made his cock throb.

“NO! Nnnnnnno!” Tanya strained, staring wide eyed at the burly boy’s large hand lowering closer to her jiggling boob. “Jason!”

“Whatsamatta?” Cooing as if talking to a kitten, the cruel young man smiled playfully, ignoring the frightened girl’s grip around his outer fingers.

“JASON!” Screeching as the man atop her began wiggling his free fingers, the poor girl watched in abject horror as the devious digits came within an inch of her swollen nipple.

Using her own grip against her, Jason quickly moved his hand up above the half naked girl’s head, both her arms inadvertently towed along. Before the panicked girl could even think to snap her arms down again, the overly playful lad slapped his large hand down above her head, pinning both of her far smaller hands under his far bigger paw. Tilting himself sideways a slightly and taking the weight off his other arm, the bright eyed boy immediately began softly clawing into the fleshy side of Tanya’s naked boob.

“EEEHEEHEE! OHMYGAHAHAAA!” Thrashing wildly the loudly laughing teen’s big breasts bounced as she threw herself from side to side.

Her long braids whipping as her head shook, the pinned girl’s eyes closed tight and her long legs kicked violently either side of the forceful footballer. This was it, Jason thought as he could feel the screaming girl’s hands trying desperately to slip free from his firm grip, finally he’d got what he deserved. Running his fingertips up around the outer edges of her puffy areole, the young man couldn’t wait to bind her tight and use both hands as his helpless passenger laughed wordlessly. Once she was truly trapped there would be nothing Tanya could do, the sadistic teen could take his time exploring every inch of her hyperticklish body. Or he would have, if the fiercely fighting young woman’s hand hadn’t slipped free and broken the burly lad’s nose with a mean right hook.

“ARGHHHH!” Jason reared up, cupping both hands to his face as he scurried backward out the open car door.

After several minutes of nasally moaning, when his pain had settled to a manageable agony, the watery-eyed athlete agreed to let Tanya drive him to the emergency room. Once at the hospital, after filling out a form and sitting in a busy waiting room, the two teens quietly discussed how to approach a potentially very embarrassing story. Jason certainly didn’t want the rest of his team, nor anyone for that matter, learning that his nose was busted because of tickling related mishap. Similarly, his violently ticklish date wasn’t thrilled about the idea of people learning she had incredibly sensitive breasts. By the time a doctor finally came around the pair had agreed to keep the reality to themselves in lieu of a much more acceptable fiction, one where Jason had fended of a group of thugs.

Despite the accolades he received for the fictional bravery, each time the well toned teen felt his face throb it was a painful reminder of his constant, even persistent failure. With winter nearly upon him and skies turning grey, Jason’s mood matched the weather, even after his nose had healed a couple of weeks later. For all the careful planning, nothing ever seemed to go his way, it was just a sad little string of screw up after screw up. Discouraged by escaped victims, potential threats, an awfully misjudged target and one more than one instance of violence upon his person, the morose young man’s grades began to slip. On top of the academic decline, which was already nothing to boast about, the hotshot quarterback’s performance on the field started becoming shaky as well.

With pressure mounting for choosing a college, the disheartened lad thought of little else beyond his most wanton desires. Now and then Jason would attempt to ignore the thoughts of women bound and at his mercy, screaming for him to stop tickling their toes or squeezing their ribs, but the craving only came back more ravenous each time. The handsome boy even toyed with the idea of hiring a lady of the night, she wouldn’t know who he was even if she did tell anyone. Though he didn’t have a great deal of spare cash laying around, the would-be-tormentor thought it might be worth what little he had just to scratch the itch. A working girl, it was a solid plan, until one day Jason’s forlorn mind got the better of him when he imagined what he’d do if a hooker put her high heel into his groin, or pepper sprayed his face, or some similarly painful mishap. Alas, the young lad was at his wit’s end and there seemed no solution in sight.

Chapter Four: Mr. Lucas​

In early December the year’s first snow had arrived and Jason Whitmore paid the falling white flakes far more attention than he did his new math class. Sat beside the window, his strong jaw resting on one hand, the grim faced teen watched from the second story as cars, grass and skeletal trees became painted in a fluffy white blanket. The absent minded lad had been transferred only a few days before, of all his classes math was the weakest and it was said if any of the faculty could get a student’s grades back on track it was the much loved Mr. Lucas.

Standing at least two inchers taller than Jason, the bald headed black man sported a much more muscular physique than the average teacher of mathematics. A no nonsense kind of guy with a sharp wit, the forty-something year old was popular among staff and students alike, and held a strong reputation for getting success out of his senior classes. None of which the young quarter back who had sat so inattentively in Mr. Lucas’ classroom seemed to care anything about.

“Alright.” The older man said in his deep bass voice as the day’s final bell rung, every student knowing better than to leap from their desks and run like they would in any other class. “Quiz on Wednesday. Do study, I will not make it easy. Have a good night.”

“Hff…” Jason sighed, sweeping his unopened math book from the desk and letting it fall into the backpack sitting by his side.

“Oh and Mr. Whitmore.” The herculean teacher, who wore dark blue jeans and a tight fitting black shirt added as thirty other teens shuffled out of the room. “Do stay for a moment, I’d like a little chat.”

Remaining at his desk, the gloomy teen slumped down in his seat and looked back out at the falling snow. Here it comes, Jason thought as he could almost feel the steely eyed teacher’s eyes sizing him up, no doubt the inspirational speech and rehearsed lines about graduating poised in his throat. The athletic teen knew the drill, you can forget about college football without getting those grades up mister, he’d heard it a thousand times.

“Miss Starr!” Mr. Lucas’ booming voice called when the room had fallen silent.

Turning his head, Jason could see his teacher’s hulking figure taking up the majority of the door into the hall. Curiously, unlike every other classroom in the school, Mr. Lucas’ room had two doors instead of the standard one. While the hallway door acted as the entry and exit point on the opposite wall of where the despondent teen sat, another similarly built door stood a couple of feet from the right of the blackboard. Though Jason had never been back there, it was well known to be Mr. Lucas’ private office. Many students often wondered why it was the esteemed educator had his own office, but for the glum football player slouching at his desk the mystery of some random room in his math class was about as compelling as the math itself.

“Ahh, Miss Starr…” The older man smiled politely, stepping aside to let a young woman enter the room. “Could you spare a moment?”

“Sure.” Wendy Starr said, her toothy smile completed by softly biting her bottom lip as the strapping math teacher closed the door behind her.

Jason didn’t know the girl very well, thinking back he wasn’t sure they had ever even spoke to one another, but he recognized her shapely frame immediately. In the summer time Wendy Starr was almost impossible to miss, standing 5’8ft with long dirty blonde hair the bubbly eighteen year old often wore short shorts and low cut t-shirts which accentuated both her long legs and very generous bosom. Almost as quickly as he recognized the cheerful young woman, the lustful lad began to imagine what she might look like tied to his bed, even in the less revealing light grey woolen sweater and practically painted on orange yoga pants that she wore that day. Lowering his gaze as Wendy stood before Mr. Lucas’ desk, Jason noticed the perky girl’s Ugg Boots and wondered if the fluffy insides made her feet any softer.

“Just pop your bag down anywhere.” The giant teacher said as he stepped around to the same side of the desk as the shorter young woman.

“Umm…sure!” The good natured girl almost seemed to bounce as a continuous smile raised her dough-boy like cheeks under her bright blue eyes.

“You know Mr. Whitmore, our star quarterback.” Mr. Lucas said, extending a hand toward Jason who leaned forward onto his desk and gave a halfhearted wave.

“Hi!” Wendy waved much more enthusiastically as she turned away from the broad shouldered man and smiled at the sullen boy.

“Now Wendy, I’d like to ask you…” The older man began, scratching his chin thoughtfully as the teen girl turned back toward him. “…a bit of a personal question.”

“Oh yah?” Her sunny disposition unwavering, the girl’s chirpy nature was in stark contrast to Jason’s stormy demeanor.

“Nothing too terrible, just something Mr. Whitmore here and I are curious about.” Mr. Lucas continued, squinting a little as he looked briefly to the dark haired lad by the window.

Jolting his head back, a confused frown dropped across Jason’s brow. Sitting up, his chair squeaking against the floor as he did, the young man temporarily set aside his gloomy mood for genuine confusion. What on Earth was this guy on about, the brawny teen wondered as he leaned his back to the window, there was only one thing about Wendy that the handsome boy might have given a hoot about and he was pretty sure the friggin’ math teacher didn’t share his interest.

“Are you ticklish?” The words rolled off the older man’s tongue as casually as if asking for milk in his coffee, but for Jason it might as well have been the apocalypse.

A involuntary deep breath caused the dark haired teen to shake as one hand gripped hard at the edge of his desk and the other squeezed his chair. Feet planted like concrete pylons, Jason’s stomach twisted into a thousand tiny knots as he began to question which reality he was in. Like a scene ripped from his nightmares the popular football player could feel his whole world crashing down, images of friends and family mocking his proclivities right before they ran him out of town. Suddenly the uncommon yet all too distinct feeling of panic induced sweat spread cold across his forehead, meanwhile the humiliated lad’s cheeks burned hotter than Hades.

“Ticklish?!” Wendy repeated with humor in her tone, followed by rapid schoolgirl giggling. “Why do you want to know that?!”

“It’s nothing terribly important.” The clearly unfazed educator said as he shook his head a little. “I’m merely trying to illustrate a point to our friend here.”

“Um…” Turning briefly to look at Jason, who wanted to leap clean out the second story window in that moment, the plucky girl turned back to Mr. Lucas with a sheepish grin. “…yes, yeah, I am.”

“I see.” Nodding with a grateful smile, the bald headed man’s expression turned to stone when he looked over at Jason once again. “Take a look a Mr. Whitmore there…”

As Wendy turned a full 180 degrees to better follow the teacher’s instructions, the mortified athlete kept his eyes on Mr. Lucas. Only becoming more confused, Jason watched as the older man’s straight lips curled upward, his face morphing into the same sort of devilish smirk the lustful teen got when up to no good. While the somewhat ditsy girl between the two men continued to grin joyfully, the looming giant behind her raised his hands out to either side of her torso and began wiggling all ten of his fingers in the open air. There was no way this was happening, the frazzled boy began to think as he could feel his heart pounding, a thought that went unfinished as Mr. Lucas’ fingers darted directly into Wendy’s sides.

“Eeeiiihee!” Jerking her hips, the bosomy girl squealed, her arms clamping to her sides as she curled forward. “Eeehee! Eeeheeheehee!”

A broad, open mouthed grin spreading across her face, the surprised young woman’s schoolgirl giggles destroyed what had just been a crippling silence. Dancing awkwardly as Mr. Lucas’ fingers dug into the sides of her sweater, Wendy shook her shapely butt back into the older man. A few feet away Jason had lessened his grip on the desk and chair, his embarrassing panic slowly replaced by a sense of awe. The befuddled boy still had no idea what the heck was going on, why his new math teacher was suddenly tickling a student directly in front of him, but whatever the deal was there was no denying he sure did enjoy seeing Wendy squeal and squirm.

“Eeeha! Mr. Lucas! Eehee!” Prying at the big man’s hands, the fitful girl’s knees began to buckle after a few short seconds.

“Yes Miss Starr?” Having no trouble keeping his hands on the girl, the far larger man leaned over her as he continued to claw at her sides.

“Eeeiiyeehee! Pleaheese!” Wendy squeaked, her legs wobbling as she flashed a wide eyed look of perplexed hilarity at Jason.

“Please? Please what?” The hulking teacher teased as the blushing girl slowly crumbled to the floor, her playful attacker using his immense strength to give her a soft landing.

“Staeehee! Stoahaha!” Curling into a ball on her knees, the long haired girl’s own laughter interrupted every word she tried to yelp out.

“What’s that Miss Starr?” Mr. Lucas said as he stood over the helpless teen, rolling her onto one side. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

“Eeeehahaha! Stahaha!” Her laughter bumping up a notch from the girly giggling, the kicking young woman bought her knees to her chest as one of the teacher’s large hands began clawing directly in the middle of her wool-shielded abdomen.

“Oh, I think Miss Starr here is VERY ticklish!” Speaking loudly over the writhing girl’s laughter, the muscular educator crouched down before looking up at the wide eyed Jason. “Don’t you Mr. Whitmore?”

Managing only a quick nod, the burly boy couldn’t take his eyes off Wendy whose long hair messed as she shook. In just a few short seconds the bubbly girl’s knees had given way and barely a full word could escape her lips. All this through a woolen sweater and surely a shirt or whatever she wore underneath, Jason was more than fascinated. For a little over a minute Mr. Lucas, his expression as plain as if driving to work, continued to keep the fitful girl in a state of constant involuntary laughter and feeble struggling. Once or twice, through her red faced squirming, Wendy would flash a desperate look toward the awe struck quarterback who only smiled back in response.

“Ahh…hhh…ohmygod…” The breathless girl said when Mr. Lucas finally stood up and ceased his attack.

“Thank you Miss Starr, you can go.” Picking up the girl’s bag, the older man’s polite smile returned as acted like everything was perfectly normal.

“Ahh…ah that tickled so much!” Wendy said as she sat up, placing one hand up on the desk, her voice high.

“Well we appreciate it.” The tall man replied as he held out his free hand and helped the flustered student from the floor. “You have a good day now.”

“Ahha…you too…” Catching her breath and obviously a little confused, the buxom girl took her bag, turning to wave at Jason before Mr. Lucas opened the door for her. “Bye!”

Closing the door again, this time twisting the lock into place with a definitive click, the large teacher turned back toward Jason. Without a word Mr. Lucas sauntered over to the front of his desk, the same spot where he had just tickled a student onto the floor, and leaned against it’s wooden edge. Placing his huge hands either side of himself, the friendly smile once again disappeared in favor of a steely seriousness.

“You didn’t run for help, and you didn’t try to stop me.” Mr. Lucas said plainly, his stare boring a hole through the quarterback’s soul. “…Why not?”

“…was I supposed to?” The hesitant boy said after a few seconds, his mind racing with a million questions and zero answers.

“I don’t think anyone’s supposed to do anything.” Pushing himself back up on the desk, the older man put his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward into a much more relaxed stance. “I think you can do whatever you want, as long as you’re smart about it.”

“I guess so…” Jason replied, not fully comprehending what it was the curious high school teacher was talking about.

“Well Mr. Whitmore, if you keep guessing it’s going to get you into a great deal of trouble.” The muscular giant said.

“You’ll be in trouble too…” Leaning back a little, his pounding heart beginning to slow, the dashing teen moved his eyes to the door. “…if she runs and tells someone.”

“Wendy’s not going to tell anybody, do you know why?” Mr. Lucas said, looking at his student, who shrugged in response. “Because she knows what most people in her situation realize very early on in life. If she tells someone, her boyfriend maybe, even a close friend, there’s always the chance the person she’s telling will ask her the same question I just did. Telling anybody, no matter how small the chance may be, will always run the risk of revealing how vulnerable she is every moment of everyday.”

“So…” Narrowing his eyes, the young man thought back to Emma Clark and felt a sudden sense of relief that she would never reveal what he’d done to her.

“So none of that helps you if there’s cameras around…” Sitting up straight, the herculean man reached behind him and opened a desk drawer, pulling out a shiny CD sized disk. “…like the one in the Audio Visual Room.”

“…Camera?” Was all Jason could manage, his budding sense of hope shattering into a million pieces.

“It’s been there for years. There’s a lot of expensive equipment in that room, it’s the only place with surveillance in the entire school.” The enormous man said, waving the disk slowly in one hand. “The one place you decided to tie up and torture another student.”

“…I-“ The panicked young man began, unsure of what exactly it was he intended to say before being interrupted.

“You...need to be a lot more careful.” Mr. Lucas said, and snapped the disc between his index and middle finger, letting the two halves fall to the floor. “You’ve been tear-assing around like an idiot. No doubt you thought trapping Miss Clark in the AV Room was pretty clever, had your little ropes all ready to go, probably figured the sound proofing would help didn’t you?”

“I-“ The young man stuttered, again not quite sure what he was going to say and again being cut off.

“Miss Calhoun was next, wasn’t she?” The older man continued and Jason’s jaw dropped a little. “At first I couldn’t figure out why you didn’t have your way with her, but I’m guessing you were worried she’d ruin your reputation. Deena Tripp wasn’t ticklish, and don’t think I buy that story about you fighting off a group of muggers or whatever it was when you got your face busted in.”

“…how…do you know all that?” His voice barely louder than a whisper, part of the handsome teen was almost relieved that someone else besides his victims finally knew the truth.

“Because I know what to look for.” Mr. Lucas said. “You and I have similar hobbies Mr. Whitmore, the difference is I’ve been doing this before you were even a thought. Emma Clark is one of my best students. I’ve known her for years and she’s always a nice girl, which is why I found it a little odd when her mood turned sour during the summer. Anyone with enough care to pay attention would have realized you were the cause of that, but I couldn’t figure why, not until your little stunt in the AV Room.”

“She nearly broke my damn fingers.” The bitter boy said, curling the once injured digits.

“That was my first clue.” The muscular teacher continued to his wide eyed student’s amazement. “The second was the red marks around Emma’s wrists the next morning, they hadn’t been there the day before. I knew she liked to spend time in the AV Room. Honestly I didn’t expect to find much when I checked the security footage, but lo and behold there you were throwing her on the desk and tying her down.”

“Then what?” Jason said, adding a little hostility to his tone. “You started stalking to me?”

“I wanted to see what your next move would be.” The giant’s eyes narrowed on the younger man. “I didn’t stalk you, but I am a very observant man, Mr. Whitmore. It’s like I said, anyone would have picked up on your activities if they were paying attention.”

“If you knew…all this time…” The dark haired boy said, his tone turning to concern. “…why are you coming to me now? Why not ages ago?”

“Coming to you like this isn’t something I do lightly.” Mr. Lucas said, standing up from his desk. “I gave it a lot of thought, a lot of consideration. I’ve come to the conclusion that, with the right teacher, you could be something truly special.”

Jason didn’t know what to say, but he knew well enough that the steely eyed hulk of a man wasn’t talking about math. They shared similar hobbies, Mr. Lucas had said a moment before. Had it not been for the internet the high school senior might have thought he was the only person on the planet with his unique desire, he certainly never expected to run into another person like himself. The older man certainly seemed to know what he was talking about, and there was no doubting the taller man’s confidence.

“Listen.” The strapping educator said, pointing his index and middle finger at the silent teen. “I can help you. You want to do things most people don’t, to people who don’t want those things done to them. It’s possible to do this, but you can’t continue going the way you are. I’m offering to teach you, to be smarter.”

“I want it.” Jason said quickly.

“But.” Speaking sharply, the older man took a few steps forward until he was looking down on the eager boy. “You do what I say, when I say it. You don’t go off on your own, you be patient and you focus on your schooling. If you can do those few things I promise you, you will experience a life I guarantee you didn’t even know could exist.”

“…I want it.” The handsome quarter back after a short pause, his tone deep with sincerity.

“Good.” Mr. Lucas turned, walked over to the hallway door and opened it. “I’ll have my eye on you, so keep out of trouble. Be back here Friday after school, and study for Wednesday’s quiz. I expect top marks.”

Chapter Five: The Apprentice​

During the week after he’d seen his mathematics teacher tickle another student until she collapsed on the floor, Jason came to doubt Mr. Lucas. It seemed so unreal, and too good to be true, and at times even dangerous. If the formidable man was telling the truth about what he offered, if a life of carte blanche could exist and the charming lad could really do all the depraved things he dreamed of without repercussion, what would the price be? The dark haired boy debated himself throughout the week, arguing as to whether Mr. Lucas’ offer was a too-good-to-be-true type deal or not. Fortunately for his academic future the brawny teen was in the ‘or not’ camp when he studied for Wednesday’s quiz, which he passed with flying colours.

Though he had many questions, such as Mr. Lucas’ legitimacy and what exactly the enigmatic educator stood to gain, the bold boy’s temptation had won out by Friday afternoon. Pushing down the doubts in his mind as he walked the busting halls of his high school, Jason focused on the possibility, even if it were a remote one, that he may actually get to torture some poor young woman to his heart’s content. Since before he could remember it was the outwardly-clean-cut lad’s greatest goal in life to let his wiggling fingers run wild over a beautiful girl’s sensitive body, the spout of near misses doing nothing to quench his thirst.

“Mr. Lucas?” Jason asked, poking his head into the older man’s empty classroom. “Sir?”

“In here.” Calm and velvet smooth, the big man’s voice came from the personal office attached to the classroom. “Leave the door open.”

Walking in, leaving the hallway and office doors open as instructed, the burly boy looked around Mr. Lucas’ private room. Not entirely sure what it was he expected, Jason noted how completely plain and ordinary everything appeared. A window overlooking the snow covered school, a couple of potted ferns, well stocked bookshelves, a large wooden desk far nicer than any other in the school, and a cushy white leather couch against the back wall. Behind the desk, his thoughtful gaze looking up from the pages of a thick book, Mr. Lucas sat in a dark blue thin sweater and sensible brown slacks.

“Did I need to bring anything?” The young man coughed a little from a sudden lump in his throat. “I left my bag in my locker.”

“That’s fine.” Mr. Lucas said, looking the young man’s casual blue-jeans-and-tight-fitting-white-t-shirt dress sense up and down. “I’d have told you if you needed to bring anything. Just stand behind the door and don’t do a thing until I say your name.”

“Uh…sure…” Turning to look back, the somewhat confused lad took a hesitant step. “What are we-“

Pointing to the wall opposite his desk, the stone faced teacher said nothing. Watching the large man’s baldhead tilt down as he began reading his book once again, Jason shot his eyes around the room before slowly plodding over to the spot behind the door. Leaning against the wall, the anxious teen tapped his fingertips in quick succession before getting another steely eyed glare from Mr. Lucas. Standing in silence, the awkward lad stared outside to the snow while he concentrated on trying not to breath too loudly.

“Mr. Lucas?” A young woman’s chirpy tone broke the strained quiet after several nerve wracking minutes.

“Miss Starr.” The older man said, closing his large book as he looked up toward the door. “Close the door to the hall, would you?”

“Sure!” The girl, who was evidently Wendy Starr, said before Jason heard the classroom door close. “Mr. Dawson said you wanted to see me?”

“Come in, take a seat.” Mr. Lucas said, the same polite smile on his face that he’d had a few days before. “You can leave the other door.”

His stomach sinking, mind racing with uncertainty and the throbbing memory of Wendy rolling around in laughter, Jason pushed himself against the wall a little tighter. Walking with a bounce in her step the dirty blonde haired girl, sporting tight purple yoga pants and the same Ugg Boots and light grey sweater she’d worn a few days before, dropped her bag on the floor before sitting in the standard school supplied chair in front of Mr. Lucas’ desk. Freezing in place, restraining his breathing to exhale as slowly as he could without passing out, the large teen couldn’t believe Wendy hadn’t seen him, breezing right by and taking her seat without so much as a glance in his direction.

“How is Mr. Dawson?” Leaning back in his chair, the handsome teacher effortlessly avoided giving any hints as to Jason’s presence.

“Good, I think!” The bubbly young woman said, her shoulders shrugging once. “He just said to come here?”

“Yes, I wanted to see you.” Mr. Lucas said, his tone switching to friendly concern. “Do you recall our little…game the other day?”

“Game?” The buxom girl asked and though he could see the back of her, Jason could tell from her voice she was smiling.

“You remember.” The older man nodded, his smile as agreeable as his voice. “You were laughing on the floor of my classroom.”

“Oh! When you tickled me!” Wendy leaned forward, one hand lightly slapping the desktop as she giggled. “Yes I remember! That was SO mean!”

“You don’t like being tickled?” One eyebrow raised, the herculean teacher put a look of slight concern over his face, and Jason began to see the two sides of his math teacher up close.

Casual as talking about the weather, Mr. Lucas, in only a matter of seconds, had bought the topic of discussion around to a subject Jason might have spent weeks agonizing over how to broach. The young man, planted against the wall and remaining as quiet as humanly possible, stood in awe at the older man’s wry display of cunning. There sat Wendy, cheerful and utterly naïve, blindly talking about being tickled with no idea the implications of her every word.

“Not like that!” The peppy girl said, her long hair bouncing as she shook her head. “That was too much!”

“You must very ticklish.” Mr. Lucas stated plainly so, Jason suspected, it didn’t come off as too inquisitive.

“Oh my god, you have no idea!” Waving both hands, the shapely girl’s voice was high as she carried on without obvious prompting. “I can’t stand it for more than few seconds, even that drives me crazy! One time, me, Ava, Zoe and Suzy –you know Suzy? We caught a bus out to Lake Tibby and they started just poking me like crazy! They wouldn’t even let me up for like five minutes, I nearly peed my pants!”

“Good lord, it sounds like I went easy on you…” The big man behind the desk said, his expression unchanged.

“I dunno Mr. Lucas, that was pretty bad!” Wendy leaned back, startling the boy hiding several feet behind her and causing him to nearly slip. “I can never do anything when people tickle me, it’s so unfair!”

“Hmm…that is quite unfortunate.” Leaning forward, putting his elbows on the desk, the muscular math teacher intertwined his fingers. “Because if you recall, young master Whitmore was there as well, and I’m rather afraid to tell you he quite liked what he saw.”

“He…I don’t understand.” Her head tilting to one side, the lively teen’s tone lowered from giddy to politely perplexed.

“Mr. Whitmore, Jason Whitmore.” Mr. Lucas said, putting emphasis on the young man’s full name. “He very much enjoyed watching you get tickled.”

Shaking his head quickly and blinking as if just having woke from a surreal dream, the hidden quarterback remembered his cue. Stepping off the wall a couple of inches, Jason tried to think back to exactly what it was Mr. Lucas has instructed him to do. Don’t do a thing until your name is said, but what was the thing he wasn’t supposed to be doing? His heart racing, the young man knew full well what he wanted to do, but what if he was overstepping, what if going after Wendy then and there wasn’t what the large man behind the desk wanted? Should he speak, should he just walk around to desk and act cool? The flustered boy had no clue.

“In fact…” Raising his volume, the devious teacher looked right passed Wendy and directly into Jason’s eyes. “…I think he’d quite like to tickle you himself!”

“What?” The young woman leaned forward a little, her head beginning to turn before the strapping lad behind her reached out and began viciously squeezing the girl’s supple ribs through her sweater. “Eeeeiiieeee!”

Arching her back immediately, Wendy squealed and grabbed at the large wooden desk. Feeling the young woman’s body spasm beneath soft wool, Jason stepped in closer as she curled forward, clamping her arms to her sides. Trying to roll from his grasp the loudly giggling girl slapped her own legs, her hair flying as she shook and kicked her feet. From behind the brawny lad had easy access, leaning over the struggling girl and delighting in her sudden surprise.

“Now Miss Starr-“ Mr. Lucas said as he stood up and walked around his desk toward the open door. “-I’m afraid our friend Mr. Whitmore here is somewhat…raw when it comes to the art of tickling…”

“Heeheehee! Nnnheee!” Straining to pull the handsome athlete’s large hands from around her heaving ribs, the squirming girl could feel herself beginning to slip from the chair’s edge. “Eeeheeenn! Stopstop!”

“…but don’t worry-” The older man continued, closing his office door and twisting the lock. “-you and I are going to teach him a great deal.”

“Ahha!” Wendy yelped as she collapsed between the desk and her chair, her unexpected attacker’s hands following her down. “Yeeheeohno! Eeeheehee!”

Standing over her as the bosomy girl rolled onto her back, Jason ran his poking fingers down the flailing girl’s sides. Trapped by the desk on one side and her attacker’s legs on the other, Wendy slapped and pulled at the young man’s hand, her long legs kicking against the carpet. Pushing the chair back with his foot, the handsome boy let a boisterous smirk spread over his lips as he felt a surge of tyrannical power. Though Jason hadn’t heard a word Mr. Lucas had said, the young man had noticed his accomplice lock the office door. Spurred on by his mighty co-conspirator and promise of no repercussions, the eager boy lobster clawed his voluptuous toy’s tummy rigorously.

“Hahaha! Stahap! Stopleaheese!” Her eyes wide, flashing a desperate look toward the kindly math teacher behind her, the laughing girl began digging her heels into the floor and pushing away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jason asked, standing up straight as he watched the blushing young woman crawl backwards.

“Oh! Oho!” Wendy gasped, sitting up on the open carpet a few feet in front of the cushy leather couch. “Why are you tickling me?!”

“Because…“ Mr. Lucas said, striding behind Wendy and sitting down on his couch. “…he wants to.”

“No!” Putting an open palm up toward the handsome quarterback, the confused girl started scooting back further toward the wall as he walked toward her. “No, don’t! Don’t let him!”

“Seems to me you’re the one letting him.” The older man said, putting his left ankle up on his right knee as he sat casually watching the two teens before him.

“Here I coooome!” Jason teased, dropping down and grabbing the pleading girl’s knees just as she began to try and stand up.

“Eeeiiiha!” Slipping back onto her well rounded butt with a loud squeal, the curvaceous teen leaned forward, grabbing at her legs.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Standing on his knees, the larger lad snagged the fitful young woman’s wrists, sliding her sleeves right over both her hands and pulling hard.

“Nnnnmmff!” Wendy winced as her arms stretched out before her forcibly, her thin woolen sweater suddenly sliding up her back, messing her long hair and disappearing down her arms. “Ahh nnnnooo!”

“Much better!” Tossing the bundled sweater behind him, the broadly grinning athlete nodded his head as he admired the black cotton halter top his unwilling playmate wore beneath.

“Please! Mr. Lucas!” Whipping her focus between the unfazed teacher nonchalantly resting on his couch and the devilish boy kneeling before her, the previously chipper girl was quickly losing her sense of humor. “Why are you letting him do this?!”

“He’s not going to help you.” Jason said, swiftly moving toward the cowering girl and straddling both her thick thighs.

“Noho!” Slapping at the looming lad’s steely chest, the panicked girl’s fleshy cleavage jiggled under her sleeveless shirt. “Please don’t! Please don’t tickle me!”

“Okay, I won’t.” The dark haired boy replied, and instantly dropped his wiggling fingers down to the busty girl’s cotton covered sides.

“Naha! Nahahaha! Ohnoho! Ohnoho!” Wendy erupted, curling over her forearms as she closed her eyes tight.

With her thighs trapped between Jason’s legs, the hopelessly ticklish girl could only bounce her knees and wiggle her boots frantically from the waist down. As Wendy’s feebly fighting defenses did nothing do drive him back, the increasingly excited young man could feel his cock beginning to swell. Her bulbous boobs quaking under her thin cotton top, the burly boy quickly noticed his fellow student hadn’t bothered to contain her generous bust in the confines of a bra. Wiggling his fingers up and down, the dashing lad watched with wicked delight as forced laughter escaped the perplexed girl’s lips and her stretched cheeks grew a rosy red.

“Ohh, what do we have here?” Jason said, expecting no answer when he looked down to see the shapely young woman’s shirt had rode up during the struggle, exposing her tender midriff.

“Nodo-“ Before she could finish clutching at the bottom of her shirt to tug it down, the overly playful boy’s hands had already made direct contact with her bare tummy. “Yeeeheeheehahaa! Nahaaa!”

“Hm.” Mr. Lucas gave a single, approving nod as Jason glanced over to him, the young man’s large hands busy kneading Wendy’s exposed abdomen.

“Hahaha! C-come onahaha!” Gripping her attacker’s wrists with what little strength she could manage, the wide eyed girl tried with her all her might to make eye contact and maybe gain some pity before flopping back against the carpet in a fit of helpless, begging laughter. “Pleeaaasee! Ahaha! J-Jason! Ahaha!”

“That’s some nice work, Mr. Whitmore.” The older man said, putting both feet on the floor and using his tree trunk thick arms to push himself up off the couch. “You have size and strength on your side, and your victim’s loss of control enables you to gain a solid advantage. Still, the psychological effects of being outnumbered cannot be understated…”

“Hh? Wh-what?” Wendy stuttered when the quarterback’s ten fingers suddenly retreated from her sensitive tummy, only to see Mr. Lucas kneeling down behind her head and raising his own wiggling digits over her. “N-no! Mr. Lucas, please noho!”

“The more the merrier!” A toothy grin plastered across his face, the burly younger man followed his teacher’s lead and began lowering his hands back toward their panicked prey’s tummy.

“EEEIIIHEEE! NAAAHAA!” Bouncing her hips hard, the poor girl let out a strained shriek when both men’s twenty collective fingers quickly began poking and prodding at her vulnerable midriff. “PLEASE NOHO! AHEEHEE!”

Her forehead turning as red as her cheeks, and eyes clenched shut, Wendy rolled from side to side in a fruitless attempt to avoid even one of her attacker’s devilish digits. Keeping pace with Mr. Lucas, Jason watched as the older man’s large hands appeared to hold back, only pinching quickly below the heaving girl’s ribs, far from the full strength he was surely capable of. Pulling back a little himself, the younger man spidered his fingers around Wendy’s lower tummy, her laughter switching to high pitch squealing.

“Good technique!” The baldheaded man said with volume, drilling his index fingers into the soft spots between the trapped girl’s lowest ribs and causing her to scream with laughter. “It’s good to remember you don’t need to always go in full force right away! It’s amazing what a light touch can do in the right place!”

“So I see!” Jason replied, nodding his head and dancing his fingertips lightly across the tops of the cackling girl’s protruding hipbones.

“EEEEHA! EEEHAHA! NO MORE!” Flailing her limp hands, the red faced girl screamed for mercy, her bulbous bosom bouncing as her tummy turned a light shade of pink.

“Alright.” Mr. Lucas said, easily taking hold of the gasping young woman’s slender wrists in each of his large hands while Jason followed suit and ceased his attack. “Let’s find out a little more about Miss Starr, shall we?”

“Hhh! Hhh! Oh please –please stop!” Looking up at the huge man behind her with her best pitiful expression, the desperate teen strained to keep her arms down as he pulled them up and over her head. “Mr. Lucas, please let me go! I can’t take being tickled!”

“You hear that, Mr. Whitmore?” The muscular educator asked as he pinned the struggling girl’s hands to the carpet above her head, stretching her silky smooth underarms. “Miss Starr here says she cannot take being tickled.”

“Oh no?” Jason played along, hoping he was following the teacher’s game correctly as he began slowly wiggling all ten of his fingers in the air above their explosively ticklish plaything.

“No! No please! Jason!” Stressing her words, the bosomy girl couldn’t pry her eyes off the cruel boy’s threatening digits as they lowered slowly toward her fully exposed hollows. “Please I really –I really can’t take it! It’s too much!”

``Come on…” The young man said, watching the panicking girl’s muscles tense as his fingertips came within inches of her helpless underarms. “…have a little faith in yourself.”

“It’s times like this, Mr. Whitmore-“ Mr. Lucas began, his deep voice causing the enthusiastic teen boy to pause his action. “-that present a good number of possibilities that will better allow you to establish your dominance.”

“Hh! Hh! …what?” Breathing short sharp breaths, the pinned girl below the two men looked back and forth between their faces as they conversed above her.

“Like…telling her I’m going to tickle her more?” Jason asked to a noticeable whine from the squirming girl below.

“Yes, that’s one.” The older man nodded, easily keeping Wendy’s hands pinned to the floor. “She already knows you’re willing to, it’s what she fears most, but you can certainly play around with that fear. For a lot of people the anticipation of being tickled can be almost as bad as the act itself. You have the physical advantage and given your size you probably always will, but a strong psychological advantage can add so much more.”

“Wh-what is this?” Wendy whispered, her words hurried as she looked at the plain expressions on each man’s face. “What are you doing?!”

“You can also take this time to make them think more about what you’re doing.” Mr. Lucas continued as if the panicking girl wasn’t even there. “Get her to tell you about previous experiences, like the time Miss Starr here was on a bus with her friends. Sometimes they’ll inadvertently let slip valuable information you can use later. Alternatively, you can always just ask for information directly with the constant threat of further tickling should she refuse.”

“Right…” The younger man nodded, his expression one of pure concentration as he absorbed every word. “…like where’s her most ticklish spot?”

“Of course, but what’s her incentive to tell you?” The herculean teacher asked. “If your victim is smart enough they’ll quickly figure out, if you’re going to tickle them anyway, it might as well be somewhere they’re less sensitive.”

“Makes sense…” Jason said, briefly looking down to see the confused and worrisome furrowed brow of his red faced prey. “…so what do you do?”

“Well, you can either skip that question and find the spot yourself through exploration.” The bigger man said as if teaching 12th grade math before looking down at Wendy. “Or you can make her an offer –an old favorite of mine, for example; Miss Starr, I’d strongly encourage you to tell Mr. Whitmore here where it is you’d least like him to run his fingers over…”

“Please! Please just let me go!” The poor girl shuddered, pulling at her arms as her voice cracked a little.

“…because if he has to find it himself I doubt he’ll go easy on you.” Mr. Lucas continued, ignoring the trapped teen’s pleading. “But if you tell him now, maybe he’ll promise to only tickle you there a tiny bit.”

“Huh, so you don’t actually have to tickle her?” Jason said, impressed by the conundrum on offer.

“In theory. It can vary from person to person.” The evil educator said, looking back up to his student. “Most people are going to hold out hope that you won’t be able to find their worst spot, or that when you do find it you simply won’t realize and move on. More importantly, all of them up to a point are going to continue having a very strong hope that you’ll either stop and take pity, or they’ll manage to get free and escape- as you can tell from Miss Starr’s constant pleading here, she’s far from losing hope any time soon.”

“Well in that case…” The burly lad said as he started to wiggle his fingers again. “…I guess we better get on with it!”

“NonopleeEEEEEHEE!” Wendy squealed, throwing her head back as Jason’s ten dancing digits skated all over the stretched skin of her underarms.

With the helpless girl’s arms pinned over her head, Jason noted he hadn’t experienced so much power over another human since binding Emma Clark in the AV Room. The thrill of having such unchallenged control surged through him, the ripped young man’s erection throbbing beneath his boxers. The shapely girl could do nothing despite her the clear desperation plastered across her normally jolly face, rocking her head from the side to side and kicking her knees feebly. Much the same as he’d done with Emma, the over stimulated lad felt the primal urge to ravage Wendy then and there, the only thing stopping him was the watchful eye of Mr. Lucas.

“Right now Miss Starr is feeling quite vulnerable!” The bald man said as the loudly laughing lass shook beneath him. “Obviously being outnumbered and held down is doing wonders, but your removal of her sweater caused her nerve endings to go on high alert! The less clothing you allow your victim to have, the more aware their body will become to your touch! The more you take away, the more responsive their nervous system will be!”

“So it’s like catch 22?” Jason said, matching his new mentor’s volume to speak through the squealing laughter as he continued racing his fingers around each of Wendy’s underarms. “The less she wants to be tickled, the more ticklish she’ll become!”

“Right!” The larger man gave a nod. “Obviously this can be used to great effect!”

“Ahh! Oh god! Ahha!” The trapped teen gasped, her breathing deep and rapid when the quarterback finally let up from her exposed hollows.

“Okay Wendy…” Pinching the bottom of the panting girl’s halter top between his thumbs and index fingers, the handsome boy tugged it to just below her rising breasts. “…think you’re about to ready to tell us your worst spot now?”

“Hhh! Nnf! No! Nono!” Wendy winced, twisting her hips and upperbody as she could feel Jason slowly dragging her shirt up the undersides of her ballooning bosoms.

“No?” The bold boy asked, watching with glee as the fleshy curves of the buxom girl’s boobs gradually came into view. “Just tell us and we’ll go easy on you…”

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Craning her head up to see, the squirming young woman could feel air caress the front of her half exposed boobs, her shirt less than a half inch from reaching her nipples. “Please, I don’t understand!”

“You’re ticklish…very, very ticklish…” Jason said, hiking his confused prey’s shirt up and letting her milky white breasts spill into the open. “…so we’re tickling you!”

“Nff! Unff! N-no!” Pushing her head up in an effort to stop her halter top’s journey upward, the half naked girl even tried catching the cotton in her teeth as it was dragged up and over her head. “Not like this!”

“There, much better.” Stuffing the bunched up shirt between the topless girl’s elbows, the charming athlete leaned back to admire her big round breasts. “Now there’s nothing to get in my way…”

“I-I’ll tell you!” Wendy barked, trying to sit up and barely moving an inch, her voice trembling as she spoke. “But you have to let me go! Let me up! Let me stand up and I’ll tell you whatever you like!”

“No deal.” Mr. Lucas said and gave a singular nod to the younger man opposite him.

“NO PLEASE DOAHA! AHA! AHEEEEHEEEHEE!” Tossing her long hair in every direction, the bare breasted teen wailed with laughter when both the brawny boy’s hands began running wild up and down the entire length of her sides.

To the sporadic tune of uncontrolled laughter, Jason clawed his way quickly down to Wendy’s bouncing hips and back up. Over her heaving sides, squeezing the helpless girl’s tender ribs, poking at her the swells of jiggling boobs and raking swiftly over her underarms, then back down to her hips. Repeating the motion, the burly football player watched in delight as the restrained young woman’s expression contorted through aching hilarity, sour faced misery and involuntary spouts of giggling giddiness. Relentless in his assault, Jason noticed lighter tickling would allow the breathless girl’s lungs to interrupt her giggling for half second intervals to wheeze for air, while harsher attacks caused her to belt out screaming laughter and longer, deeper intakes.

Though the voluptuous teen couldn’t have fought back even if she wanted to, the once bitten boy was quite happy not to get a fist in the face when he began focusing on her jiggling bare boobs. To a series of wordless schoolgirl giggling, Jason danced his fingers around the undersides and over the tops of the exposed girl’s breasts, her big pink nipples swaying atop. After a few merciless minutes the large lad switched his technique, poking the tips of his index and middle fingers deep into the crease where Wendy’s bosoms met her overworked rib cage. Her laughter strained and through gritted teeth, the buxom girl closed her eyes tight as the vicious jabbing caused her head to rock violently back and forth.

“Good variety, but there’s a lot more I can teach you.” The older man said when Jason, a little short on breath himself, pulled his hands back after several long minutes. “We’ll work on that later, right now help me get her up.”

“Are we done?” Jason asked, his rock hard cock painfully restrained under his jeans as he shuffled backward, his heavily panting playmate’s sides a dark pink hue.

“The idea of torture isn’t to stop when your victim has had enough, Mr. Whitmore.” The hunky math teacher said as he released Wendy’s wrists and slid his hands under her upper back, pushing her upright. “It’s to keep going even after you’ve had your fill.”

Following Mr. Lucas’ motions as he hooked one of his large biceps under the beet red girl’s right arm, Jason hurried a couple feet forward and did the same. With little protest, the poor young woman too focused on her desperate need for air, the two muscular men hoisted her off the floor and to her feet. Guiding Wendy forward, the topless girl took shaky steps as her captures easily over powered her slight tugs and pulls away from them. Turning a full 180 degrees when they reached the end of the demonic educator’s large wooden desk, the large man used his free hand to pick up his book and drop it to the seat of his chair. With the desktop completely clear, Jason and Mr. Lucas began to lean Wendy backward.

“N-no!” Regaining some composure the half naked girl didn’t seem to know what it was the two men planned on doing next, only that it would be horrible for her. “Nnnngggh! Nggghhhh!”

“Hold her!” Mr. Lucas said sternly as the young woman struggled, her abdomen tensing hard in an effort to keep from being pushed against the desk.

“No! NO! Aw no don’t, please!” Shaking violently, the burly men pulled her down, the hard wood cool against the girl’s bare back as she was dragged along the smooth surface. “What are you doing?! What are you doing?!”

“You can have a lot of fun with a free roam victim.” The bigger of the two men said as he held the wildly kicking teen girl’s left wrist against the corner of his desk with one hand, while his other reached into the same drawer he had pulled the security footage disk from earlier. “Wrestling around, it gives them a good sense of freedom, but it also splits your focus.”

“Ahh…” Jason smiled wide, himself pinning Wendy’s right hand at the opposing corner of the desk as he watched Mr. Lucas dangle two pairs of silver handcuffs in his large hand.

“Reliable restraints allow you to do as you please with no concern for anything besides driving them mad.” The broad shouldered man said, handing his young protégé a pair of cuffs. “Rope is ideal but you’ll need to learn to tie a solid knot, so for now these will do.”

“NO! NOOO! PLEASE!” Wendy screamed, the tendons in her forearms protruding as she made fists and slammed her heels against the desktop. “HELP! SOMEONE HEEEELP!”

Clicking one end of the handcuffs around the leg of the desk as his teacher did, Jason snapped the other end around the terrified girl’s wrist. Stepping back, metallic jingling and loud knocking of her feet hitting hardwood joined Wendy’s riotous protest. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, the fiercely aroused young man had never heard anyone plead so intensely, and he soaked up the sound like warm summer sun. After a moment the appreciative boy opened his eyes and saw another two pairs of cuffs dangling from Mr. Lucas hand.

“With all four limbs restrained, you’ll have full reign to do as you please.” Mr. Lucas said, ignoring the bound girl’s continuous cries for help as he sauntered to the foot of the desk. “Which aside from the physical advantage also adds the benefit of your victim feeling even more vulnerable, and therefore more susceptible to whatever it is you might have in mind.”

“Unh! What about-unf!” Wrapping his left arm around the struggling girl’s right ankle, the blue eyed boy wrestled with her kicking leg. “-if-agh! If someone hears her?! Can we put something in her mouth?!”

“You could, and that can be a lot of fun, but we don’t need to bother right now.” Having a considerably easier time with Wendy’s left leg, the more experience man coiled his bicep around her ankle and planted it to the corner of the desk in one swift motion. “There’ll be time for gags, blindfolds and other accessories later on. Today we’re just going through some basics.”

The basics, Jason thought as he watched Mr. Lucas snap his pair of cuffs around the fitful girl’s leg just above her low cut boot, were freakin’ amazing. In fact, as the deceptively agreeable young man managed to push Wendy’s leg down enough to get his cuffs around her ankle, it was hard for him to imagine anything more satisfying than what he and his math teacher were doing right then and there. All the devilish teen had ever wanted was to tie a woman down against her will and tickle her senseless, anything more seemed unbelievable. Gags, blindfolds and who knew how many other amazing things, Jason had never let his fantasies go that far and he wondered just how much further they might go.

“Incidentally Miss Starr, no one can hear you but us.” Mr. Lucas said calmly after snapping his handcuffs tight around the desk’s leg and standing back to his full imposing height.

“This isn’t right!” The flustered girl jerked her one remaining free limb, only for the younger man to secure it firmly a second later. “You don’t understand! You don’t know what it’s like being tickled so much!”

“Unfortunately for you Miss Starr…” The big bald man said as he stood beside the half naked girl’s upper body and raised both hands into the air before him. “…there’s a lot more where that came from.”

“N-NO!” Wendy balked, jingling her cuffs as she watched Jason do the same from her other side, both men slowly squeezing at the thin air as they moved toward her completely exposed torso.

“This time Mr. Whitmore…” The sadistic high school teacher said, his hands less than foot from the half naked girl’s bare left side. “…do not stop until she tells us what we want to know.”

“W-what do you want to know?! Wait! WAIT!” Her eyes darting from side to side and every muscle tensing, the screaming girl watched as the twenty wiggling fingers descended onto her creamy soft skin. “WAIHAIHAI! AHAHAAA!”

Pawing at her sides and already tickled-pink ribs, Jason and Mr. Lucas sent the fully restrained girl into a frenzy. Shaking violently against her inescapable bonds, the terribly ticklish teen’s large boobs jiggled as her long hair whipped from side to side. Able to access any part of Wendy with ease, the handsome younger man let his fingers frolic across their hypersensitive playground, racing over her tummy, pinching under her bouncing breasts and raking cruelly under her right arm. On the opposite side of the desk it appeared Mr. Lucas did much the same, exploring the cackling girl’s curves and dips, digging at her kidneys and spidering his fingertips across her lower tummy.

Trapped in a savage whirlwind of tickling fingers, the severely sensitive girl’s body began to glisten with a light sheen of sweat. Looking at her beet red face as she laughed uncontrollably, Jason wondered if the helpless young woman would even be able to get the words out to end her suffering. Now and then the burly quarterback could hear what he thought might be Wendy attempting to scream out a word, but she never managed enough to be understood through her wailing laughter. At one point the agonizingly aroused boy knew there was no way the bound girl could have any hope of speaking when Mr. Lucas hooked his index and middle fingers around her hip bones and drilled at the soft spots.

“NNNAHAHA!” Wendy spasmed, her arms slapping against the desktop as she attempted to lurch forward, her head craning back with strained open mouth laughter.

“Maybe she doesn’t know where her most ticklish spot is?” Jason said, lightly dancing his fingers around the sweat slicked girl’s side.

“Oh she knows.” The confident educator said, pulling his hands back and joining his student in softly stroking the trapped teen’s sides. “And she’s going to tell us right now, or I’m going to do that for ten minutes straight!”

“Eeheehee! Nhuh! Nuheehee!” Shuddering with schoolgirl giggles as her sensitive sides were tickled, the defeated young woman took short sharp breaths. “Eehee! My feet! Eeheeno! My feeheeheet please stohop!”

“Deep down she knows it was a mistake.” Mr. Lucas said, continuing to wiggle his fingers over the topless teen’s tummy. “It was the second to last thing she wanted in the whole world, was to tell us that –but the absolute last thing she wanted was for us to keep doing this.”

“Yohoohoo! You sahaid! Yeehee!” Tugging at her metallic bonds, the squeaking girl jolted quickly from side to side only moving closer to whichever man’s fingers she wasn’t trying to get away from. “Stop! Eeeheehee! Ohnaha stop, please!”

“It’s true, we did say that.” The older man pulled his hands back and pointed over to the other side of the desk where Jason stood. “Find her phone would you?”

“Uh…” The dashing boy paused as he crouched down and rifled through the still giggling girl’s bag. “Ahh, here!”

“If you’re going to go all the way with something like this-“ Mr. Lucas said as his eager student handed him Wendy’s cellphone across her glistening body. “-it’s important to cover all your bases, especially before getting too carried away.”

“W-what are you doing now?!” The heavily breathing girl said as she watched the taller man begin pressing the screen on her phone.

“Lucky for you Miss Starr you didn’t bother with a password.” Continuing to thumb through the trapped teen’s phone, the bigger man flashed a quick steely eyed squint down to her. “Not that passwords are a problem, for obvious reasons. Ahh, here we are…’Mom’…now this will vary from person to person of course, but with a girl like Wendy here it’s easy enough to just fire of a quick text…’wont be home tonight…staying at…’ Who’s a good friend of yours?”

“Please…please you can’t keep me here!” Wendy said, wide eyed and shaking her head.

“Remove her boots.” Mr. Lucas said, looking directly at Jason while placing the girl’s phone onto the desk beside her with a purposely loud clunk.

“NONO! Suzi! Suzi!” Noticeably raising both feet back, the panicked girl rattled the cuffs around her wrists. “My friend Suzi! Don’t!”

“Suzi…” Waving his hand to dismiss the command, the herculean man picked up the bound girl’s phone again and finished punching in the last of his fictitious text message. “You’ll also note the timing. Doing this on Friday afternoon isn’t blind luck. Friday leaves you plenty of time to have your fun, and in the school’s case it’s also the day people get out of here fastest.”

“What if her mom calls?” Jason asked as the baldheaded man opposite him tossed the phone backward onto the couch.

“Wendy’s a teenager out having fun.” The large man said, taking a few steps toward the end of the table and hooking his index finger under the top of Wendy’s left Ugg Boot. “She doesn’t have time to call back…”

“NOHO!” Jolting up as much as the cuffs would allow, the bare breasted teen jerked her foot away from the big man’s finger. “YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T!”

“No…” Mr. Lucas said, tilting his head to point Jason toward the wallowing girl’s other boot. “…we said we’d stop, and we did. Now we’re starting up again.”

“OH NO PLEEEEASE!” Tugging sharply at the cuffs, the short metal chains rattled as Wendy watched the two men reach toward her comfy boots.

“I hope you’re feet aren’t ticklish, Wendy…” Jason teased, taking the initiative as he placed one hand on top of the girl’s frantically wiggling boot and his other hand at her rubbery heel.

“PLEASENOPLEASENO!” The whites of her eyes fully visible around her blue irises, the madly trembling teen’s voice grew to a desperately high pitch.

“Because if we find some ticklish feet under here…” The boisterous football player continued, holding the girl’s struggling foot in place as he slowly slid her boot over her Achilles tendon. “…we’re going to tickle them soooo bad!”

“NNNNGG! NNNNO!” Pushing her wrists hard against the cuffs, Wendy bounced her shapely butt against the desktop as both boots slid over her tender heels and made their way up her arches. “PLEASE! JASON! MR. LUCAS! I-I’ll do anything! Anything you want!”

“And what if all we want, Miss Starr…” The bigger man said as he slipped the miserable girl’s boot clean off her foot and let it drop to the floor. “…is to tickle your feet all night long?”

As Wendy continued to beg for mercy, her loud pleas thick with equal parts desperation and despair, Jason tossed the girl’s right boot aside and examined the slender bare foot that had been hiding inside. Plump little toes wiggled in terrified anticipation, her tender balls the lightest shade of pink. Arches taut and then wrinkling as her toes curled, the half naked teen’s heels appeared creamy and marshmallow soft. It was little wonder she was making such an explosive scene, Jason thought with an excitable smile, the poor thing’s soles even looked excruciatingly ticklish.

“NO! NO! NO!” Wendy screamed, each repeated word louder than the one before as she watched with wide eyed horror as both evil men moved around to the foot of the table, stood facing her directly.

“Oh Wendy, I think you might be in a bit of trouble here…” Speaking through his broad grin, the young athlete shook his head slowly as he stared down at the wiggling foot before him. “…I mean, this is really going to tickle.”

“PLEASE, I’M SERIOUS! WHATEVER YOU WANT!” The poor girl yelled, stressing the word ‘whatever’ as her unprotected feet dangled from the end of the desk.

“It’s going to tickle so bad Wendy…” Jason continued, the bare breasted girl’s eyes beginning to well with tears.

“…and who knows when we’ll stop?” Mr. Lucas added, placing one hand on the bound young woman’s shin, just above her ankle.

“NOT MY FEET! NOT MY FEET!” Wendy’s voice cracked with a sob, her watery eyes trembling and bottom lip aquiver.

“Or if we’ll stop…” The burly boy said, mirroring his teacher’s movement and placing one hand on their unwilling study aide’s lower leg.

“STOOOHOOOP!” Jutting forward and snapped back by the cuffs, sobbing gasps followed the crying girl’s scream.

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy!” Jason sang and joyfully began dancing five fingertips directly in the middle of the buxom girl’s bare sole.

“YEEEIIIIGGGHAHAAAA!” Wendy howled, thrashing against her wrist restraints as both men let five fingers run rampant over both her hyperticklish feet.

Tears streaming down her stretched cheeks, the messy haired teen flew into a hysterical rage. Shrieking wordless laughter exploded from deep within the berserk girl, her vulnerable soles flicking from side to side with no respite. A crazed, wide eyed expression contorting her face, Wendy screamed uncontrollably as the two men fed on her insanity. Jason had never seen anything like it, the shapely girl’s bulbous boobs bouncing as she appeared to genuinely lose any sense of reality.

Using a person’s body for his amusement had always been the demonic boy’s dream, but legitimately and intentionally toying with someone’s mind was something wholly new. Feeling like a monstrous brute, Jason reveled in his newfound power as he watched the frenzied girl keep a maniacal open mouth grin while misery and madness twisted her expression at random. Such explosive lunacy from the mere act of running his fingers over Wendy’s curvy bare feet, having such total control over another human, it warmed the young man’s sinister heart.

Her laughter unbridled and tinged with agony, the chaotic girl’s light sheen of sweat began to bead. Within minutes, which probably seemed far longer from Wendy’s perspective, strands of the defenseless teen’s long hair began to stick to her beet red forehead. Though he never intended to go easy on the fiercely ticklish girl himself, it became quickly apparent to Jason that his giant mentor wasn’t going to relent any time soon either. Watching Mr. Lucas’ handy work, the eager student would take mental notes and repeat some of the older man’s technique, lightly scratching the thrashing girl’s heel, feathering his fingers up and down her arch, digging under her toes, all to involuntary, wailing laughter.

“EEEHEEEHAHA!” The bare foot girl bellowed mindlessly as Mr. Lucas used one hand to bend her toes back, stretching the young woman’s sole taut before cruelly raking his nails from toe to heel.

Arching her back, the sweat soaked girl slammed her legs and shapely butt against the desktop as she let lose a banshee’s cry. Salty tears flying from her jaw line, Wendy roared with laughter as the studious quarterback followed his teacher’s method. Pressing the topless young woman’s toes back was no great effort and kept her foot from moving much at all, though Jason did enjoy the resistance of her naked toes trying to curl back against his hand. Quickly losing track of time, the sadistic lad and his methodically ruthless instructor continued to rake their short fingernails up and down the maddened girl’s stretched silky soles for a long and fantastic while.

“What happened?” Jason said, holding his wiggling fingers back when the bound girl’s riotous laughter stammered and turned to a series of breathless gasp panicked sobs.

“Nothing.” Keeping his fingers mercilessly stroking up and down over and over, the large bald man continued to make Wendy struggle violently. “Some people just stop laughing. Some do it right away, others like Miss Starr take a little while, and some just keep going until they pass out.”

“They pass out?!” Spidering his fingertips back along the softly squeaking girl’s sole, the young man could scarcely believe such a thing.

“It’s rare, but it can happen.” Mr. Lucas said with confidence, his fingers scratching softly under the bawling girl’s toes. “Either from exhaustion, over stimulation or even mental overload, some people will lose consciousness. If you notice it early on you can stop before they manage to get away, but if you do have someone pass out on you it’s important to be right there and ready to start up the moment they wake.”

“Geez.” Was all the surprised teen could muster as he quite enjoyed the thought of tickling some poor girl to such an extreme.

“Anyway, give her a rest.” Stepping back, the hunky math teacher finally relented his assault and began opening the desk drawer beside Wendy’s leg. “I want to see if you’ve noticed something.”

Ceasing his own attack, Jason stood silently as Mr. Lucas fished through the drawer. Looking over their shared tickle toy, the blue eyed boy wondered what it was his teacher might be looking for. Gasping for air and sobbing, drenched in sweat and her glistening boobs raising and falling as she twitched sporadically, Wendy appeared a disheveled mess. Tears continuing to flow freely down her cheeks, the young woman’s bottom lip trembled. Gazing further down, Jason noticed the handcuffed girl’s feet continued to squirm, her soles covered in countless pink tracks where ten collective fingers had run wild across them.

“Get rid of her clothes.” Mr. Lucas said, handing his sinister student a pair of black handled scissors as he closed the desk drawer.

“What am I looking for?” Taking the scissors and trying to contain a sudden rush of excitement, the boisterous boy pinched the bottom of Wendy’s pant leg in his other hand.

“Let’s see if you can figure it out first.” The older man said as he watched Jason carefully slice open the entire length of the gasping girl’s tight fitting pant leg until splitting it at the waistline. “If not, I’ll show you.”

Concentrating on the task at hand while simultaneously trying to examine Wendy for anything out of the ordinary, the muscular teen switched sides. Holding the scissor blades open and starting at the bottom of the busty girl’s purple yoga pants, Jason sliced upward, cautious not to accidentally touch her skin. Placing the scissors aside once snipping the elastic at the top, the curious boy grabbed both halves of the now ruined pants, dragging the back out from under the nearly nude girl and throwing the stretchy material back behind him.

“She peed?” Jason said, noticing a distinct damp patch across the crotch of the normally bubbly girl’s sun-yellow panties.

“No.” Shaking his head, the larger man pointed at the idle scissors. “At least not yet.”

“Are you sure?” Picking up the scissors in one hand and hooking the elastic of Wendy’s frilly panties in the other, it did occur to the dark haired lad that there might be a good deal more dampness if she had wet herself.

“It’s arousal, Mr. Whitmore.” Mr. Lucas said while the brawny boy snipped the left side of the teary eyed girl’s panties in two. “Look at her breasts, what do you see?”

“Uh…her nipples?” Moving his hands to Wendy’s left side, the handsome lad tried to multitask. “They’re hard?”

“They are indeed.” The tall man nodded as Jason tugged the sordid girl’s last remaining piece of clothing away, revealing her smooth soaking pussy. “Nipples erect, clear signs of vaginal lubrication, anything else?”

“But…how?” Jason frowned, dropping the ruined panties to the floor and handing the scissors back across the wheezing teen to his teacher. “We’ve been ticking the shit out of her.”

“We have, but you need to pay attention to other things going on.” Placing the scissors back in his desk drawer, the older man sat down in his office chair. “There’s no sense getting too caught up in the fun if you’re not going to take a moment now and then to get a read of the room.”

“I didn’t-“ The young man began, shaking his head slightly.

“Relax, you’ll learn, it’s why we’re here.” Mr. Lucas said, waving a hand quickly while Wendy continued to whimper atop his desk. “Getting a sense of what she’s feeling will help you decided what to do next. You can keep tickling her to your heart’s content, but if you really want to torture someone you need to get in their head. Did you notice the smell, for example?”

“I don’t…?” Sniffing the air a little, the devious boy could only smell the sweet odor of the nude girl’s perfume. “Like strawberries?”

“Not exactly.” The bigger man said, stretching his large arms outward. “Unless you’re specifically attuned to it, the smell is barely noticeable, but you’ll get there with practice. Start to try and distinguish between scents in your everyday life, like a man’s cologne and his shampoo. Anything else?”

“Um…” Jason paused, looking over the writhing girl’s completely naked body.

“How about her hips, you notice that?” The evil educator asked, casually gesturing to Wendy’s lewdly grinding loins. “She doesn’t even know she’s doing it, her body is seeking out further stimuli, you see?”

“But she hates being tickled…” The confused teen said, as he watched the sweaty girl’s bare ass grind against the hardwood. “…she was screaming the entire time.”

“That’s very true, and this won’t happen with everyone you go after.” Mr. Lucas leaned back comfortably. “We got lucky today, though it’s probably a little more common than you think. It’s obvious Miss Starr doesn’t like being tickled one bit, but while she’s been going through her own personal hell her body’s been reacting quite differently to all the stimuli.”

“Just from being tickled?” Putting his hands on the edge of the desk, the young man leaned forward.

“Could be any number of things.” The hunky teacher said, briefly glancing toward the window where snow fell heavily outside. “Tickling maybe, constantly being touched in places she’s not normally touched, the wrestling around or forced submission. People are turned on by an infinite number of things, what you need to figure out is how you use this to your advantage. Basically, how can you use it against her?”

“Hmm…” Jason said, stroking his hand softly up the inside of Wendy’s thigh, causing her to jerk suddenly against her bonds. “…could I make her cum?”

“You could.” The older man said, placing his large hands on the desk and standing up to loom over the naked girl. “But diddling her clit for a minute isn’t going to be very torturous, is it?”

“Oh…right.” The burly boy said, sliding his hand back down toward the squirming girl’s knee.

“You could talk to her about it.” Mr. Lucas said, brushing wet hair from out of Wendy’s face as she turned her head away from him. “Ask her why it is she’s so worked up, suggest that maybe she really enjoys what you’re doing to her. Or you can try bringing her to the edge of orgasm, and then back off. With practice you can do it over and over, moving back and forth between tickling and direct arousal.”

“What if she cums while I’m tickling her?” Squeezing the bound girl’s knee softly, the handsome lad caused her to yelp.

“That kind of reaction is very rare.” The sadistic man said, continuing to tidy the sweat soaked girl’s face of hair. “Personally I tend to either keep tickling, which usually leads to more orgasms, or I stop and scold the girl for cumming without my say so. In Miss Starr’s case I think we can offer a bargain…”

“Please…please let me go…” Wendy whimpered quietly, blinking tears from her eyes as she regained some semblance of composure.

“Tell me Miss Starr…” Mr. Lucas said, his voice low and leaned down toward the writhing girl, his large hand running up between her thighs. “…you find Mr. Whitmore quite handsome, don’t you?”

“Unnh!” Tensing her stomach muscles, mouth opening in a wide O shape, the unintentionally aroused girl gasped when the teacher’s deft middle finger stroked softly over her swollen clit.

“Tell me now or we’ll go right back to your feet…” Slowly massaging her pussy with a single fingertip, the deft man watched as the writhing girl closed her eyes and nodded quickly. “Would you like him in you? I’m sure he’s quite keen to take you by now…”

“Unnff…ahh!” Wendy squirmed, her lower jaw trembling as the large man’s hot breath caressed her neck. “…y-yes…ahnf!”

“I think you better get ready, Mr. Whitmore.” Mr. Lucas said, looking up from the squeaky voiced girl as she grind her hips lewdly against his fingers.

Hesitating for a second, Jason’s heart pounded in his chest. Like his whole life had been leading to that very moment, the hunky lad ripped his shirt off over his head, his rippling pecks and six-pack abs tense. Keeping his eyes on Wendy as she breathed sharply and wriggled her voluptuous body, the eager boy quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped both jeans and boxers in unison. Free of his confines, Jason’s enormous rock hard cock curved toward the ceiling, his slick purple head pulsating in anticipation. Stepping of out of his shoes and sock in one hurried motion, the fiercely horny lad set a personal record for disrobing.

“She’s all yours…” Removing his hand, the taller man stood up right and stepped back from the squirming girl.

Climbing onto the desk, the fully nude boy positioned himself over her, his palms flat either side of the panting girl’s bulbous boobs. Hovering his painfully erect cock inches from Wendy’s soaking pussy, the brawny lad wanted to shoot his load then and there, pangs of lust firing up the underside of his throbbing erection. With the outer sides of his legs pushing against the insides of hers, Jason propped himself up his elbows as he lowered himself down, the tip of his swollen cockhead slipping down between the suddenly moaning girl’s labia.

“Uhhhnn…awfff…” Wendy grind her hips faster, quietly making frustrated little groans.

“Ah-ah-Awwwfffuuu!” Sliding himself inside her, the engorged young man could feel the girl’s intense heat engulf his steely shaft.

Biting his bottom lip, Jason pushed forward, rolling his eyes back as he watched the girl beneath him do the same. Moaning loudly, Wendy matched the hulking lad’s drive, pushing back and letting him slide almost entirely out before thrusting back with even more power. Clamping his large hands over the insides of her biceps, the lustful young man breathed heavily as he increased his speed, rocking the smaller girl’s nude body to her loud approval. Spreading her fingers wide, the bound girl clutched the chains holding her down, wincing each time the quarterback’s large cock rammed against her g-spot.

“EEEHA!” The shapely girl squealed suddenly, bucking beneath the muscular boy. “EEHEEHEENO!”

Keeping his rhythm, the thrusting teen looked back over his shoulder to see Mr. Lucas in the corner of his eye. Standing at the opposite end of the table, the older man was sporadically stroking his fingers over Wendy’s bare soles, much to her dismay. As the cruel teacher’s teasing sped up, the buxom girl began to shriek with laughter, pulling forcefully against her handcuffs. Turning his attention back to the thrashing girl, Jason thrust harder, the sight of her stretched cheeks and wild eyed panic pushing him instantly to the edge of climax.

“UNGH! AHN!” Grunting loudly, Jason’s well toned ass flex as he pounded up and down, the hypersensitive girl beneath him contorting her expression between agonizing laughter and primal passion.

Unable to hold back, never having imagined such a mind blowing scenario, Jason’s huge cock throbbed as he felt a hot rush explode between his thighs. Howling with laughter beneath him, Wendy struggled violently as she spasmed from the overwhelming assault on her soles. Feeling her muscles tensing and the young woman’s slippery skin quaking against him, the rapid boy savagely thrust up and down as he came torrents inside her.

“Awh…ahh…f…fuck…” Collapsing atop the shaking girl, the rippling young man’s muscles glistened with sweat as he could feel her pussy squeezing tight around his throbbing cock.

“Well done, Mr. Whitmore.” Pulling his fingers from the shuddering girl’s soles, Mr. Lucas stepped back. “A fine first lesson indeed.”

Several long minutes of heavy panting and trembling thighs passed before the nude athlete regained enough of his senses to pull out. His huge cock still firm but mercifully less painful, Jason crawled backward, sitting on the side of his teacher’s desk for a few more minutes.

“Phewww…” Jason sighed through a broad grin and chuckled. “That was…holy shit, that was crazy…”

“You still doubt me? The older man said, who sat casually reading his book next to an open drawer.

“I didn’t-“ The still quite nude boy began.

“-Of course you did.” Mr. Lucas interrupted, looking up over his book. “You’d have to have been insane not to. But now that you’ve had a taste, you’re going to need to put some real work in. You do as I say, when and how I say it, you focus on the things I tell you to and I guarantee Miss Starr will just be the first in a long line of helpless women screaming under your fingertips.”

“I’ll do it, whatever you say.” Nodding with rapid enthusiasm, the young man kept his eyes on the stern teacher as he crouched down to pick up his jeans.

“I believe you will.” Placing his book back in the drawer, the large educator began to stand up. “The first thing you’re going to do is be patient. Christmas break is coming up in a couple of weeks and I don’t you doing anything until then.”

“Okay.” Jason agreed hastily as he jumped back into his boxers.

“Study, work hard at school, turn in every assignment.” Walking toward the door, the herculean teacher maintained strict eye contact with his student. “Observe, do the things we talked about today, watch and learn, practice picking up on scents, body language, routine. Look at some knot tying instructions.”

“I can do it.” Buckling his belt, the young man paid full attention to his new mentor while Wendy continued breathing heavily behind him.

“You do all that-“ Mr. Lucas said, unlocking his office door as Jason picked his shirt up off the floor. “-and in the new year I’ll show you how to make it all pay off.”

“Thank you Mr. Lucas, really.” Popping his head through the top of his shirt, his dark hair slightly ruffled, the handsome lad spoke with a grateful tone. “I promise, I won’t let you down.”

“Don’t let yourself down, Mr. Whitmore.” The large man said as he opened the door, standing to one side.

“What about uh, what about Wendy?” Jason asked as he quickly slipped into his socks and shoes.

“Miss Star and I are going to have a little chat.” The big man’s predatory gaze looked over the nude girl bound to his desk. “You have a good weekend.”

“Yes sir.” The young man said as he backed out of the office and into the classroom, a shark like grin spreading across Mr. Lucas’ face as he closed the door.

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Chapter Six: Life Lessons​

As promised, his mind steaming with thick memories of his first lesson with Mr. Lucas, Jason Whitmore kept his nose clean over the Christmas break. He had seen Wendy a few times around school in the couple of weeks before, her normally cheerful persona somewhat more subdued, especially when the sadistic quarterback was nearby. Once or twice the now far more careful young man did manage to see the buxom girl without her knowing he was around, and she always seemed significantly more like her bubbly old self. Naturally the devious lad’s instinct was to go after Wendy a second time, but through force of will he managed to subdue the temptation, confident his dedication would pay dividends in the new year.

The second lesson, on the first Friday after returning from holiday, took place at Mr. Lucas’ house. A large two story home perched on the side of a steep hill, it seemed a little too affluent for a math teacher’s salary. Not wanting to question the richly furnished house, Jason stuck to complimenting the view of the city far off beyond the suburbs below. A gracious host, the older man offered his young apprentice apple juice, scoffing when the bold boy asked if he had any beer. Over a couple of hours, part of which included watching a particularly spectacular sunset through the clear winter sky from Mr. Lucas’ deck, the two men discussed their time with Wendy and various thoughts Jason had pondered since.

Shortly before his teen disciple departed sometime after dark, Mr. Lucas made mention that he had kept the young Miss Starr for a good while after Jason had left the office. The brawny teacher had spent his time alone with Wendy educating her on the benefits of remaining silent about their lesson, such as how terribly she would be tickled next time if she felt the urge to speak out. But, the hulking teacher said like some kind of assurance even though both men knew it was of no great concern to either of them, the young woman was put through a series of rigorous orgasms courtesy of Mr. Lucas’ tongue as a reward for her agreed secrecy.

From then on, every session with his private trainer took place at the hillside home, usually on a Friday evening. For the first month the two men mostly talked, Mr. Lucas explaining in further detail how different people react, some even shutting down completely and ideas of how to make those who declare not to be ticklish, such as Deena Tripp, laugh regardless. Though it was all doubtlessly valuable information, by the beginning of February Jason was beginning to climb the walls a little as he yearned for another round of debauchery with an unwilling participant.

As if sensing the young man’s growing restlessness, Mr. Lucas was not the only other person at his home when Jason arrived the afternoon on the first Friday of February. Noticing a sleek black BMW parked out front as he pulled up in his Mustang, the flawless car’s windows tinted as dark as legally possible, the charming teen walked inside to find a young brunette woman. Dressed in a stark white one-piece catsuit, the slender girl’s outfit left little to the imagination as it followed every curve of her nubile body.

To Jason’s excitement and thankful relief, the dark haired girl, who sported a long ponytail, didn’t remain clothed for long. After instruction from his bald headed teacher, the burly athlete set about goosing the tanned girl’s sides. In the middle of Mr. Lucas’ living room, atop the fluffy white fronds of a very expensive rug, the older man and his teen protégé practiced a series of very helpful wrestling and restraint techniques without the use of any kind of additional binding. By the thirty minute mark, the mysterious girl’s cheeks blushing rosy red as she lay face down on the rug, Jason had unzipped the front of her suit and peeled it down her svelte upperbody. Holding one of her arms behind her back, the much bigger lad relished the half naked girl’s pleading laughter as he savagely clawed at her supple side.

The young brunette had ended up naked and rolling around breathlessly under Jason’s curious fingers, and it turned out she was only the first of many. Over the following three months, sometimes more than once a week, Mr. Lucas would provide a new catsuit sporting young woman for their lessons together. Short, tall, blonde, green eyes, brown eyes, black, Korean, Italian, the girls always varied in age, appearance and origin, but all shared the common trait of being uncontrollably ticklish. Some fought wildly while others just collapsed, some became hotly aroused during the torment while others simply screamed for mercy. Each girl taught Jason something new, and by late April he was binding, blindfolding, gagging, denying orgasms and tickle-torturing girls with more ruthless efficiency than he ever thought possible.

With the weather improving as Spring reached it’s halfway point, his grades high and performance on the field at a career best, Jason Whitmore was on top of the world. Peeling into the school parking lot one particularly sunny Wednesday morning, the star athlete spent his day studiously paying attention, joking with his team mates in the halls, charming cheerleaders with his quick wit and even making a few of the teachers smile. During math class Mr. Lucas had paid the popular boy no more attention than usual, not until he was asked to remain after the bell for the first time since he’d seen Wendy Starr tickled to the floor.

“You have a problem.” Mr. Lucas said, closing the classroom door behind the last student as Jason remained seated at his desk. “Someone has opened their mouth.”

“…what?” The colour draining from his face, the suddenly pale young man lurched his head forward.

“Miss Stonewood came to me this morning, do you know her?” The older man said, striding over quickly until he stood right over his worrisome student.

“The –yeah- the guidance teacher- councilor-“ Jason stammered, leaning back to look up at the giant man leaning over him. “I mean, I met her once…”

“Well Miss Stonewood was very concerned-“ The muscular man said, his teeth barely parting as he spoke. “-a student, who she is refusing to name, is accusing you and I of conspiring to assault some of the senior class.”

“What? But-but how? There’s no way! she-“ The panicked boy leaned back a little more as his irritable mentor stood uncomfortably close.

“Oh she was very diplomatic about it all, complimenting my work, it’s all a big mistake she’s sure, or so she says.” Mr. Lucas said, not backing away. “For now she wants to be professional, so she came to me directly, but the woman has a duty to follow up on these kinds of accusations so your time to get on top of this is very limited.”

“Me? But, what are we gonna do?!” Screeching his chair legs against the floor as he slid back, the panicked boy hit the desk behind him.

“We are not going to do anything.” The older man said, planting his hands down flat on the wide eyed teen’s desk. “You are going to convince Miss Stonewood to drop her ridiculous line of questioning and find out who it is that’s gotten bold enough to go running their mouth.”

“What? I can’t! I don’t know how to do that! She’s a teacher!” Jason balked, seeing no sign of agreeability in the stern giant’s face.

“Understand this, Mr. Whitmore.” The large man said, standing up right and puffing his steely chest slightly. “You either find out who’s talking and put a stop to Miss Stonewood’s little investigation before it gets out of control, or your life as you know it will be over. No friends, no football, there won’t even be a college left in the country that will take your perverted ass.”

“Y-you’re in this too! We’re partners! Friends!” The young man said, his palms open either side of him.

“I have one friend, boy, and it is not you.” Mr. Lucas tensed his jaw. “What? You don’t think I made a copy of your little escapade in the AV Room? None of this will come back on me, I’m a respected member of faculty and pillar of the community. I’m a volunteer fire fighter for crying out loud, and those few who do know me behind closed doors are too god damn terrified to ever say my name in anything not accompanied by abundant praise. You fuck this up Mr. Whitmore, and you will burn.”

Nothing in his throat but dry air, Jason sat in unmoving silence as the herculean teacher stared down at him. Though they’d caused far more laughs than they’d shared, the shocked young man did think he had at least some form of reciprocal bond with the merciless mentor. Still, after a few seconds thought the speechless boy did consider how Mr. Lucas somehow managed to carefully navigate a life of goodwill and depravity side by side. It occurred to Jason, as he sat there looking up at the steely faced man, it shouldn’t be all that surprising the evil educator was willing to throw his student under the metaphorical school bus in order to save himself.

“Use the things I’ve taught you.” Relaxing his stance and dropping his broad shoulders, the big man finally took a step back. “Be careful, pick your moment, observe and you shouldn’t have any problems. Do this successfully and you can consider it your graduation.”

“Hhh…” Jason sighed, letting out a breath he’d been very slowly releasing over the last thirty seconds. “What…what if Miss Stonewood…what if she’s not…what if she’s not…”

“Ticklish?” The large man said as he walked toward the door and unlocked it. “Then you have an even bigger problem, don’t you?”

Jason excused himself from school the rest of that day and called in sick the next. After a night spent agonizing over how exactly he would not only get the likeable twenty five year old alone but also manage to do everything else he’d need in order to stop her inquiries, the burly lad had most of a plan. A fair skinned fiery haired woman, Sara Stonewood’s long auburn locks flowed down to the small of her back. The well-toned redhead, by way of her relatively young age and kindly nature, related well to the students and most felt more comfortable approaching her with issues before any of the other faculty.

On the Thursday afternoon, after spending the day organizing a number of items, Jason waited in a rented grey hatchback outside the school parking lot. One of the last to leave, it was after 5pm by the time Miss Stonewood pulled out in her little black Honda. Keeping his distance, thinking he’d seen enough movies and cop shows to get a rough idea of how tailing someone works, the sly teen followed the unsuspecting young woman a short 20 minute commute to her small suburban home. A quaint one story, two bedroom affair, the little house had a well kept bed of flowers out front and tidily mowed lawn.

On Friday morning after 9am, confident the good hearted redhead was already at work, Jason climbed from his rented car in a pair of overalls he’d purchased. Slapping on a white hard hat and carrying a clipboard filled with mostly blank pages, the cunning boy surveyed the outside of the young guidance councilor’s home. Drawing himself a little map, the disguised teen peered in the widows, careful to note signs of any pets, particularly large or loud dogs, ever watchful for suspicious locals. Nothing about Miss Stonewood’s quaint homestead appeared overly troubling, except the closeness of the neighboring houses. Should the friendly young woman decide to make too much noise, something Jason was hoping for, too much volume could be an issue.

Climbing back into the hatchback and removing his hard hat, the lantern jawed lad sighed and tossed the clipboard on the passenger’s seat. He had hoped to get things over and done with that evening, but the neighbors were too much of an issue. Time was not on the teen’s side, especially with Mr. Lucas breathing down his neck. Neither had any idea how long it would be before Miss Stonewood went around them both to a higher authority, if she hadn’t already. There was also the mysterious blabbermouth to consider, who knew how long the secret snitch would wait until their reliance on the guidance counselor ran out and they told someone else.

Maybe, Jason thought, his hands squeezing the top of the steering wheel, maybe he could wait until Monday. Slash Miss Stonewood’s tires, wait for the neighbors to leave for the their day jobs and make his move. Chances were the slender redhead wouldn’t cause trouble over the weekend, nor would the snitch. Then again the school wasn’t far away, maybe a neighbor would give the handsome lad’s target a ride to work, or maybe she would just call a taxi. Hitting the steering wheel a little, Jason huffed, and then a spark went off in his brain.

Quickly reaching into the pocket of his overalls, the young man pulled out his cellphone and sent a text to Mr. Lucas. Moments later a reply came with no words, only the phone number of Miss Stonewood. A few button pushes and a short answering machine message later, Jason set his new plan in motion.

“Ahh, Miss Stonewood?” The blue eyed boy said in a fake, much deeper voice. “This is officer Winston, City Police. We’ve had reports this morning of some minor vandalism to your home. It doesn’t sound like anything too serious, however I’d appreciate a callback as soon as you can. You can reach me on this number.”

The callback from a very concerned sounding Miss Stonewood, whose first name Jason learned was Sara, came back sooner than expected. Keeping with his phony voice, the sly athlete easily convinced the duped woman into heading home immediately, where ‘officer Winston’ would meet her to assess the apparent damage to her home. By the time their short phone call ended, the quarterback noted it wasn’t even 10am. Hoping most of the neighboring houses were empty, or at worst occupied by old people hard of hearing, Jason figured he’d have roughly four hours to get the name he needed and make sure Miss Stonewood ended her inquiry.

At 10.17am, driving a fair bit quicker than she had the previous day, Sara Stonewood and her black Honda whizzed right by. Parking somewhat crooked in her driveway, the petit 5’4ft tall woman climbed from her car wearing a thin black wool sweater, tight blue jeans and sensible brown high-heeled boots, which bought her height to 5’6ft. Tilting his head forward and covering his face, Jason peered between his fingers as the fiery haired teacher began looking around. No doubt the worrisome woman was searching for the nonexistent officer Winston. A few seconds later, her jade green eyes squinting under furrowed orange eyebrows, the confused counselor began examining the front of her house. No obvious damage, because there never was any, Sara marched down one side of the small home and reappeared from the other side less than a minute later.

Taking the driver’s door handle in one hand, Jason poised himself for action as Miss Stonewood began fiddling with her keys. His heart racing, stomach in knots and every sensible thought in his panicked mind screaming at him to drive home, the desperate lad watched as his next intended victim unlocked her front door. As the unsuspecting counselor closed her door, the determined teen opened his. Unzipping his overalls and hurriedly tossing them back into the car, tight white t-shirt and denim blue jeans underneath, the dark haired lad leaned inside and grabbed a large brown bag from the floor on the passenger side. Slamming the car door, Jason moved with large strides across the quiet suburban street as he could feel his phone begin to vibrate in his jeans pocket, no doubt Miss Stonewood attempting to get hold of officer Winston once again.

“Officer…“ Sara began as she opened the front door of her house a moment after the doorbell rang. “Oh!..Jason…Whitemore, isn’t it?”

“Jason, ma’am.” The polite boy said, smile matching his tone. “Whitmore.”

“Oh I…I was expecting someone else.” Tilting her head to one side the much shorter woman looked up at the burly boy standing on her front step. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Mr. Lucas.” Jason said, his expression morphing from agreeable smile to miserable concern. “I think he might be evil…”

Chapter Seven: Unleashed​

The trembling in Jason Whitmore’s doey blue eyes and quivering of his bottom lip struck an apparently very sympathetic Sara Stonewood right in her heart. With a compassionate nod, the fair skinned woman placed a small hand on the boy’s broad shoulder and invited him inside. The furnishing wasn’t as lavish as Mr. Lucas’ house, the burly lad thought as he was followed the redhead through an archway into her living room, but it suited the house. Sitting on the right side of the couch, a cushy brown number that probably cost a fraction of the white leather one in the math teacher’s office, the solemn boy placed his brown paper bag down on the floor.

“I’m expecting someone else very soon.” Miss Stonewood said as she sat down a couple of feet away, and smiled softly. “But it shouldn’t take long, I think they made a mistake.”

“I’m sorry for showing up like this.” The large lad said, his voice quaking. “I just didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Reaching across the middle cushion, the kindly counselor placed her right hand delicately on the teen’s right knee. “Why don’t you tell me what you meant about Mr. Lucas?”

“I..” Jason choked and paused, staring at the thin rug under the poorly painted coffee table. “…he’s been making me do things…he said-he said I wouldn’t go to college if I didn’t help him.”

“Hmm…I see.” Leaning back, the young woman kept her tone calm and supportive. “Tell me, and this might sound a little strange, the things he’s making you do, they wouldn’t have anything to do with…tickling…would they?”

“Oh god…yeah, yes.” Making eye contact, the handsome lad nodded quickly. “He keeps getting girls from school and…and he makes me tickle them! I know it sounds crazy but-“

“No, no it’s fine.” Sara said, frowning a little. “This isn’t the first I’m hearing about it. You did the right thing coming to me.”

“It’s a nightmare Miss Stonewood!” The wide eyed quarterback said. “None of them want me to –they hate being tickled!”

“I can understand that.” A look of pity on her face, the slender woman’s compassion was almost tangible. “It must be horrible for you.”

“It’s more horrible for them!” Jason said, turning to stare out the window-facing street. “Sometimes…sometimes we tie them down…I mean, can you imagine that? Can you even imagine being tied down and just tickled and tickled?”

“…No.” Staring out the window herself, the fiery haired woman hesitated to answer, as she appeared to seriously consider the boy’s question. “I honestly think that would be about one of the worst things imaginable.”

“What…what would you do?” Turning his attention back to Miss Stonewood, the young man appeared genuinely shaken. “The girls they…they can’t do anything I just…I want to know if…if they’ll be okay…could you handle something like that?”

“Uh…I…I can’t speak for the other girls, I really don’t know.” Sara shook her head. “I don’t think I would…no, I don’t think I would be okay.”

“You’re ticklish too?” Leaning forward, the brawny boy spoke in whispers. “I mean, I don’t want to be too personal but…if Mr. Lucas comes after you…”

“That won’t happen.” Her tone determined, the appalled woman looked to a clock on her wall and frowned. “If Mr. Lucas is doing these things, he is a coward. It’s why he forces you to help him and why he preys on students. He wouldn’t dare come after me.”

“But what if he does…” Jason said, his eyebrows raised. “If you’re ticklish…even a little bit…he’ll make you do whatever he wants.”

“Don’t you worry.” Her smile returning, the well toned teacher narrowed her eyes. “We’ll put a stop to him before he ever gets the chance.”

“I gotta be honest Miss Stonewood…” The big lad said, his voice returning to a normal volume while keeping the worrisome tone. “…that doesn’t sound very encouraging. I just…I need to know that you won’t crack if he comes for you.”

“I won’t.” The plucky counselor said. “I promise.”

“So you’re not ticklish?” Jason said, reaching his large right arm over the empty middle cushion and suddenly squeezing the redhead’s left knee. “Not even a little?”

“Eeehee!” Throwing her head back with a loud squeal, the surprised teacher slapped at the teen’s groping paw.

“I told you!” The young man barked with concern. “You’re too ticklish! He’ll break you in no time!”

“No! No, he won’t.” Miss Stonewood said, brushing her hand across her knee quickly once Jason let go. “You surprised me, that’s all. Mr. Lucas will not touch me, and if he does I will not give him the satisfaction of even a single smile.”

“I don’t believe you.” Raising both his large hands in the air, his tone free of concern, the muscular lad began slowly wiggling all ten fingers. “I don’t think you can hold back!”

“Jason.” The young woman said, leaning back and pointing a rigid index finger at the teen. “Don’t be silly…”

“If you can’t even handle me Miss…” Shaking his head, the burly lad began leaning toward the wide eyed teacher. “…how are you going to fight against Mr. Lucas?”

“What…what the hell is going on?” Sara said, looking around quickly as she felt the arm of the chair press against her back. “What is this?”

“Cootchy cootchy coo!” The large lad sang as he pounced toward the confused counselor, digging his wiggling fingers into her wool covered sides.

“Eeehee! Eeeheehee!” Snapping her hands to her sides, the suddenly giggling redhead began sliding her heels against the rug. “Stopstop! No! Eeeheeeee!”

A forced grin stuck across her full lips, the squealing young woman curled forward as her eyes looked up wide and panicked. Sara’s dainty hands gripped and slipped trying to pull the much larger boy off her, his looming figure holding her writhing body in place. Twisting and turning beneath him, her giggling loud and demands for a ceasefire already quite desperate, Jason’s confidence began to swell. How she fought to no avail, the perplexed woman kicked and squirmed, such fierce attempts at escape and after only a few seconds of sweater-shielded tickling. The butterflies in his stomach were gone, the lump in the quarterback’s throat quickly dissolved, Miss Stonewood was going nowhere and she had no idea what she was in for.

“Jason! Eeehee! Get off me!” The struggling woman squeaked, her long auburn hair flying. “Yeeha! Stahap!”

“You can’t take it, can you?” Jason teased, his sense of power growing rapidly as he could feel his cock swell beneath his boxers. “You’re too ticklish Miss Stonewood!”

“Noho! Eeehee-mmph!” Pursing her lips the silent woman rocked back and forth for almost two full seconds before unstoppable laughter burst out. “Paaahahaha! Stohoop!”

“I don’t think so!” Grabbing at the bottom of the fitful teacher’s thin black sweater with one hand, the large lad kept clawing at her side with the other.

“No! Eeehaha! Nono! Get offahaha!” Pushing down at the middle of her sweater, Miss Stonewood fought as the boisterous boy began pulling it up over her tummy.

“We’re not in school Miss!” The cruel teen said, darting his free hand onto the white cotton singlet the fiery haired young woman wore underneath. “I’m in charge here!”

“Aheeehahaaa! Nahno! Nnngghheee!” Distracted by the five fingers squeezing her side atop the undershirt, the poor counselor lost the fight for her sweater as it was swiftly tugged up and over her face, pulling both her arms up with it.

“What do we have here?!” Jason chuckled as he stopped pulling the sweater when it had covered the young woman’s face, forcing her elbows up beside her ears.

“No please! Let me out!” The blinded teacher said, her voice slightly muffled under the wool as she struggled to escape the engulfing wool wrapped around her head.

Looking down at the squirming older woman, the young man’s libido flamed hotter. Miss Stonewood’s ample cleavage jiggled under the low cut singlet, her stretched underarms smooth and almost fully exposed. The thin cotton of her white undershirt hugged the redhead’s well toned torso, the black straps of her obvious bra not in line with the shoulder straps of her shirt. Stepping backward on the couch cushions, walking on his knees, Jason moved quickly. Clamping his hands over the panicked counselor’s hips, the large football player pulled her toward him before she could get bearings enough to escape. Sliding off the arm of the chair, Sara was dragged until she lay flat back on the couch.

“Help! Heeeeelp!” The slightly muted woman called as she almost managed to pull her sweater back down before Jason pinned his right hand over it, trapping her arms and head in place.

“We both know no one can hear you.” The burly lad said plainly, straddling the redhead’s wriggling legs as he leaned over her.

“Please…please I don’t know what this is-“ Miss Stonewood squirmed beneath the giant teen as she was held in place by her own sweater and his immense weight atop her upper thighs. “-or why you’re doing this…but-but if someone-if Mr. Lucas is making you do this…”

“Mr. Lucas…” Hovering his free hand over the softly struggling teacher’s vulnerable torso, the high school senior paused for thought. “…Mr. Lucas saved me.”

“He…I don’t understand.” The blinded woman said from under her sweater. “This isn’t right, you don’t have to do…whatever it is he told you to do. This, this is wrong!”

“You know what you sound like Miss Stonewood?” Jason said as he pinched the bottom of the faceless woman’s undershirt and began slowly dragging it up over the milky white skin of her tummy. “You sound like someone who really, really doesn’t want to be tickled!”

“Ohnnnno! No pleeeaaase!” Struggling harder, twisting her hips and straining to sit up right, the pinned counselor pleaded. “Please! Please Jason, don’t do this! For…for your own sake!”

“Ohh, nice try…” The devious lad said, bunching the lower half of his new toy’s singlet up under her bosom, fully exposing her slender tummy. “…but I don’t think you really care about my sake…”

“No! No I do!” Sara twitched and jolted, her anticipation of the unseen putting every nerve ending on high alert. “I want to see you succeed! I want the best for you, please you have to believe me! This isn’t the right road, I swear!”

“No?” Wiggling the five fingers of his left hand, the cruel younger man began stroking the bottom of the counselor’s ribs with a feather-light touch. “Because it feels pretty awesome right now…”

“Noeee!” Darting her bare tummy as far away as she could manage, the trapped redhead squeaked between words. “I-I mean it! Eehee! St-stop! M-Mr. Lucas! Eeeheehee! He’s lying to you! Eeehee!”

“I tell you what…” Jason said, pulling his hand back an inch but continuing to wiggle his fingers in the air. “If you tell me who came crying to you about being tickled, I’ll let you go right now.”

“I…I can’t...I can’t do that.” Her tone thick with regret, the captured teacher shook her head beneath the sweater covering her face. “I can’t betray a confidence…not a student’s…not even yours….if you stop, right now…if you tell me everything, I’ll defend you as best I can when the time comes.”

“Ahh well.” The large lad gave a mock sigh as a large toothy grin spread across his face.

“No! Wait!” Miss Stonewood lifted her head off the couch cushion, the shape of her mouth open wide through the thin wool as the teen’s five fingers began dancing up and down her right side. “Ayiiiheee! Aheeheeheeenahaaa!”

Slapping her hands against the couch cushion above her head, the wildly wriggling woman tried desperately to pull her sweater back down, stretching the previously flawless garment. Pinching at her lowest rib and sending his fingers frolicking down her side, Jason easily kept the kindly young woman in a fit of pleading laughter. Some months before, the lustful teen would have ravaged the helpless guidance counselor then and there, but his training had taught him the benefits of patience. It would have been so easy to take Miss Stonewood, to use her body for his primal desires, to satisfy the large erection swelling under his jeans, but the aroused lad resisted the urge, instead delighting in the feel of her bare skin at his fingertips and svelte body struggling beneath him.

“Hnngh! Hey! Hey st-stop!” The wrestling woman barked as her undershirt was suddenly pulled up along with her sweater, both items of clothing torn over her head.

“Why?” Jason asked rhetorically, pulling the redhead’s clothing up over her arms.

“Noho!” Her arms above her head, the fitful teacher grabbed at the sleeves of her sweater in a hopeless effort to retain her clothing, her fleshy cleavage jiggling under the black lacy bra. “Stop this! Stop!”

“Should’ve just told me who it was!” The big lad said, pulling a the shirt and woolen sweater with his right hand while his left suddenly clawed at the nearly half naked woman’s abdomen.

“Eeeha!” Sara bucked, her hands opening and inadvertently releasing her clothes.

Grabbing hold of both the fiery haired counselor’s slender wrists, Jason swiftly pulled her arms down before she could control their descent herself. Taking advantage of the disrobed woman’s brief disorientation, the muscular lad forcefully pulled her from one side, rolling her comparatively small body over. In a second or two Miss Stonewood had worked out her attacker’s intent, but by then it was too late. With his vastly superior strength, speed and surprise on his side, the burly athlete turned the squirming redhead completely over until she lay face down atop the couch cushions.

“Let me go!” The nearly topless teacher yelled, kicking her boots into the couch as the giant teen straddled the backs of her thighs. “You’re going to be in a lot of trouble! Don’t ruin your life!”

“You’re sweet Miss-“ Pinning the squirming counselor’s hands into the small of her back, the big lad was able to hold both her wrists in place with one large paw. “-but I’m having a blast.”

“What are you doing?” Miss Stonewood said, her voice quick and sharp. “I know you think this is fun, but you’re not thinking of the consequences!”

“Neither are you…” Leaning forward, keeping one hand over the writhing redhead’s wrists, the large teen reached down into his brown paper bag and pulled out a small length of white nylon rope.

“Ahh! Ahh! No! Nnnnno!” Twisting her head as much as her trapped position would allow, the trapped woman saw her student’s new toy from the corner of her eye and began struggling wildly. “Nnnggh! Help! Heeeeelp!”

“If you’re hoping officer Winston will show up-“ Jason said, switching his voice as he began to loop the short piece of rope around the bucking woman’s wrists. “-he’s already here!”

“They’ll arrest you! Ngh!” Pulling at her arms, the desperate woman jerked every which way as the bond behind her back grew tighter. “You’ll go to prison! Do you understand!”

“Seems to me…” Knotting the rope as he’d practiced many times before, the devilish boy secured his captive’s wrists together and immediately began clawing at her exposed sides. “…you’re the one who’s under arrest!”

“Neeeheehee! Aha! Ahahaha!” Miss Stonewood arched her back, flopping up and down against the couch as her defenseless bare sides were poked and prodded by ten wiggling fingers. “Sthahaha! H-helpeeeehahaha!”

Between the burly teen’s knees, the cackling redhead’s plum shaped butt bounced up and down. The tight worn denim incasing Sara’s rear end was almost as revealing at the white catsuits worn by the girls Mr. Lucas would provide for training, nary a detail left to the imagination. Though she ordered mercy, bucked, kicked and rolled, the poor woman couldn’t help but laugh uproariously from the hands squeezing up and down her sides. With her hands bound and the knot firm, Jason knew the plucky young teacher was his for the taking. There was still a goal to be achieved and information to gain, but the soon-to-be-graduate’s confidence was at an all time high.

“You said you wouldn’t even smile, but look at you!” The sadistic quarterback teased, lobster clawing just above the bound woman’s hips. “You’re way too ticklish!”

“Hahaha! Nahaha! Stop! Pleheeheease!” The squealing woman shook her head, an open mouth grin stuck across her lips.

“Aren’t you? Say it and I’ll stop!” Jason said, racing his fingers up to the redhead’s tender ribcage. “Say you’re too ticklish!”

“Ahahaha! Aheeiiiehee! I am! Ahaha! Please!” Squealing her words, the counselor’s long hair flew back and forth. “I’m ticklish! Aahaha! Stop!”

“There…there, you see?” Pulling his hands back, the large lad began to climb off the couch. “I stopped. Now if you just tell me who told you about me, this can all be over.”

“Uhf! I can’t!” Sara gasped, rolling onto her side as the boy’s weight came off her legs. “I can’t tell you and this isn’t the way to solve your problem!”

“Between the two of us, Miss Stonewood…” The giant lad said as he leaned toward the wriggling woman, cupping both his muscular arms underneath her. “…I think you have bigger problems than I do!”

“Aaah! Help! No! Put me down!” Lifted from the couch in one quick movement, the green eyed teacher kicked and threw her body in any direction she could manage.

“Uh-uh.” Jason said, having little trouble hoisting the struggling young woman over one shoulder, her long legs swinging out in front of him.

Coiling one arm around the backs of Miss Stonewood’s thighs, the boisterous man crouched down and took hold of the brown paper bag with his other hand. Standing back up, the upside down redhead’s demands for release loud and desperate, Jason thought back to the little map he drew when surveying her house. Turning back toward the archway, the brawny lad walked with relative ease, despite the teacher’s knees repeatedly striking him in the ribs. Left down a small hallway, the determined teen pushed open a wooden door to the bound woman’s bedroom.

“What are you going to do?!” The fiery haired counselor screamed when she recognized the hardwood floor of her own room.

“Nothing if you tell me what I want to know.” The big lad said, pushing the door closed behind him with the bottom of his foot.

Miss Stonewood’s bedroom, lit only by the daylight peeking through a crack in the curtains, was a little messier than the rest of her house. A clothes hamper in one corner over flowed, something the muscular teen took extra notice of upon seeing a hot pink thong dangling from the rim. One closet door was open, the other shut but it’s contents, mostly various pairs of shoes, were spilling out into the room. The bed itself, a queen size, was relatively neat though it looked like it had been tidied in a hurry. Both white pillows lay slightly crooked and the light-mauve bedspread had plenty of crinkles.

“Unff!” Sara huffed as she was tossed atop her own bed, landing on her back with a bounce.

“Any time you want to speak up, you just let me know.” Putting his bag down beside the bed, the lantern jawed athlete reached inside and retrieved another short length of white nylon rope.

“I’m not telling you anything!” Kicking her legs wildly as the burly teen reached out for her ankle, an expression of very genuine anger crossed her face. “Get away from me! I’ll tell you nothing!”

“You say that now…” Jason said under his breath as he caught the furious woman’s left ankle in his hands and dragged it down to the right corner of her bed.

“Ahhh! Help! Helphelpheeeeelp!” Her body forcibly twisting onto her right side, legs crossed over one another, the struggling redhead strained at the ropes around her hands as she could feel another one being looped around her pinned ankle.

Kicked a few times, quite hard indeed by the teacher’s free foot, and with the heel of her boot no less, Jason managed to slip her right boot off and onto the floor. Underneath, wiggling frantically, the loudly yelling woman’s small foot sported a thin white cotton sock, the toe end a light shade of pink. Drawing the thread down after looping it around her ankle, the well trained lad quickly spun the rope’s slack end around the wooden leg of Sara’s bed, knotting it tight. Standing up, the poor woman having only one limb left free, the brawny teen reached behind himself and softly touched the areas of his back where her heel had jabbed at him, no doubt soon to bruise. Reaching down to his bag again, ignoring all of the counselor’s constant cries for help, Jason removed a third length of nylon.

With far less injury, though much more screaming, the devious boy took the redhead’s right ankle. Pinning her foot to the left lower corner of the bed Miss Stonewood was forced to lay face down, though she certainly twisted and turned as the big lad tossed her other boot aside and looped his rope around her left ankle. Pulling the slack end down, Jason repeated the same procedure as on the teacher’s other leg, and tied it firm to the bed leg. Standing from the bed, the dark haired teen looked at the rolling young woman, her bound body not unlike an upside down Y.

“I’d save your breath if I were you.” The strapping boy said, casually walking over to the closed curtains and pulling them open, letting daylight spill into the room. “Unless you want to tell me all about how you found out…”

“You-you can’t do this Jason!” Miss Stonewood said, propped up on one side to face the sauntering man as best her bonds would allow.

“Ahh, see, that’s where you wrong.” The bold lad said, wandering around to the foot of the bed, where the tied redhead’s pink-tipped socks lay restrained to each corner. “…I can do whatever I want!”

“No-wait! Wait!” The shaking redhead said with stress in her tone, her jade eyes open wide as she twisted to watch the young Adonis stand between her upturned feet, and begin wiggling all ten of his devilish digits. “Jason! Jason please I can’t tell you what you want to know! This is no good for anyone!”

“I appreciate your concern…” Jason said, lowering his hands with purposely slow speed. “…but you should really be focusing on yourself right now.”

“No! Nonono!” Jerking at the ropes tied firm around her wide spread ankles, the panicked young woman curled the pink toe-tips of her socks in horrified anticipation. “Pleasepleaseplease!”

“Please please please!” The grinning lad mocked before lightly scrunching five fingers across the thin cotton covering each of his captive’s soles.

“Nahahaha! Aahahaha!” Miss Stonewood flopped onto her stomach, convulsing up and down as unstoppable laughter burst out loud. “Aheehee! St-stopahaha!”

Leaning against the mattress with his knees, the burly quarterback delighted in watching his high school guidance counselor’s well toned butt bounce. Long fiery red hair flew as Sara shook her head, her pleas for mercy fighting hard to find their way through her hopeless laughter. Spasming wildly against his fingertips, the trapped teacher’s petit feet flittered, darting left and right, curling and stretching, anything to avoid his unavoidable touch. Shifting his gaze to the frantic teacher’s upperbody, Jason could feel his large cock throb as he watched her roll from side to side. The small of Miss Stonewood’s back curved as she arched, curling her abs and creating small creases on her lower sides as she threw herself around.

“What a tickly little thing!” The cheeky boy teased, noting how the creamy skinned woman’s biceps strained as she fought against the rope binding her wrists.

“Aheehee! Aaahaha! Stop it! Staha!” Her tone genuinely spiked with anger, the poor tickle-toy’s loud laughter removed any venom from her words.

Unable to stop laughing so long as Jason’s fingers were scratching around her sock covered soles, the floundering woman’s expression shifted between grief and hilarity. For a second her bottom lip would pout, or the corners of her mouth would droop, brow furrowed and eyes closed, only for a large smile to quickly take over, Miss Stonewood’s eyes wide and eyebrows raising high. As she twisted and turned the older woman would plant her face into the duvet cover sporadically, muffling her pleas and laughter. Once or twice the out of control redhead managed to flash a desperate look back toward her attacker, only to receive a wry smirk in return.

“Unh!” Sara huffed suddenly when the ticking stopped, and Jason’s large hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind. “Hnngh! No! Let me go!”

“What did I say about saving your breath?” Pulling the struggling woman by her shoulders, the dark haired teen forced her to kneel upright, before pulling her even further back so her butt cheeks pressed into her heels.

“Is this what you did? Huh?!” Being forced to lean back further still, the frustrated woman looked her capture directly in the eye as he pushed her down. “You and Mr. Lucas, you did this to those girls?!”

“Among other things.” Jason smiled, jutting his knees against the lowest point of the mattress and using the tops of his legs to stop the flexible counselor’s descent.

The top of her head almost touching the quarterback’s barely hidden erection, Sara lay bent back, her nearly bare torso stretched out. Wincing slightly as she lay between her own upturned feet, the contorted woman strained to sit back upright, only to be easily held in place by the rough paws pressing on her shoulders. His legs at an angle, pointing his knees forward, Jason enjoyed his view, particularly Miss Stonewood’s taut lower tummy. Her hips protruding slightly, the redhead’s belt line left a small gap between her jeans and skin, the tiny cave revealing the top of what appeared to be sun-yellow panties.

“Do you-do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” The squirming woman said, her abdominal muscles working overtime. “This is horrible! It’s not fun, it’s torture! Those poor girls!”

“Poor you!” The sly lad’s smile turned to a toothy grin in the second before he began viciously lobster clawing the redhead’s delicate ribcage.

“Yeeeiihhee! Aha! Aahahaha!” Sara squealed before exploding with tense laughter, her upperbody held down by the same hands that tickled her.

Craning her neck, eyes closed tight, the pinned teacher shook as her ribs were kneaded quickly. Shaking under the big teen’s cruel fingers, Miss Stonewood’s ample cleavage jiggled, her bra encased bosom rocking side to side. In less a minute the fitful woman’s cheeks had flushed a light hue of red, her long hair flicking against Jason’s forearms. Beneath his jeans and boxers the rippling athlete’s cock pulsed, a constant reminder of what he wanted versus the things he needed.

“Hhh! Hh! N-no…” Breathing sharply when the tickling stopped, the upside down young woman began to twist left as the teen reached for the clasp on the front of her bra. “No I said! NO! Get away!”

“Nonono, you sound like a broken record Miss!” Jason shook his head, pulling his hand back suddenly as the fiery haired woman took a very determined bite toward his fingers.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Untie me!” Gritting her teeth, the livid counselor continued to try and roll away as one of the large teen’s hands pressed down on her forehead, while the other fondled at the clasp between her breasts.

In a split second the clasp had sprung open, both lacy black cups collapsing to either side as Miss Stonewood’s large milky white boobs spilled into the open. Big round nipples on top, the half naked woman’s breasts shook in their newfound freedom, the fleshy sides creasing where each met her ribs. Hanging only by the shoulder straps, the teacher’s lacy black bra dangled off her shoulders, her torso’s last piece of protection completely useless.

“Aw Miss Stonewood…” His tone thick with mock concern, the cunning lad looked the topless redhead right in her worrisome eyes. “…I’m going to tickle you so bad right now.”

“No waihaihait! Aaahahahaaa!” Sara curled upward as much as the boy would allow her, when his cruel claws instantly launched onto her helpless tummy.

Fighting against gravity and Jason’s remarkable strength, the tickle-weakened woman had no hope of sitting up. Save for the loosely hanging bra straps covering tiny portions of her shoulders, the bare chested teacher’s entire top half lay fully exposed. Stretched back as she was, Miss Stonewood bucked and reeled with laughter that was as unstoppable as the strapping teen’s tickling touch. Her cheeks red and long hair flying, the hypersensitive young woman’s stomach muscles strained, crunching up and collapsing her back down at random.

With almost no effort at all, apart from the slightly awkward position of his legs, the sadistic high school senior ran his pinching paws up and down Sara’s convulsing sides. Her flesh soft and malleable between his fingers, the dashing quarterback felt a pang of undeniable lust every time the counselor’s muscles flexed, or a particularly surprised squeal would escape her lips. Staring down, Jason watched conflicting expressions of hilarity and misery transform across the helpless woman’s normally cheerful face. As her forehead grew as scarlet shaded as her stretched cheeks, the dark haired lad watched Miss Stonewood’s bobbing boobs, shaking like fleshy jello.

After several long minutes, the fiery haired woman’s sides had grown a light shade of pink, her pleading less frequent among an endless fit of laughter. Much to the brawny boy’s delight, Miss Stonewood continued to throw herself left and right, straining to sit upright before arching backward onto his lap. With her arms bound behind her back and the large lad looming over her, the poor teacher’s torso had no respite from his wiggling fingers. Since Jason’s devious digits had landed on her tender tummy, the then breathless teacher wasn’t given even a single second’s moment to rest.

“And what’s this?” The cruel young man said, using a single index finger to quickly circle an inch beyond the redhead’s belly button.

“NAYYYO!” Shrieking loudly, the suddenly electrified teacher sprung forward, hauling herself completely upright and landing facedown back atop the bed.

“Uh ohhhh…” Jason smiled wide as he leaned forward, climbing up onto the mattress between the redhead’s bound feet.

“GET AWAY!” Her voice cracking, the tied teacher turned her head left and right in sharp jolting movements.

“You know what I think…” The ripped younger man said, ignoring his captive’s loud protest as he swung his legs over her thighs, bringing his weight down just below her shapely behind. “…I think it’s about time you told me about your most ticklish spot.”

“NO! NO!” Panting heavily from the prolonged tummy torture, the half naked guidance counselor began tugging wildly at her wrists. “My-my boyfriend will be home any minute!”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to lie.” Jason said, pinching at the rope binding Miss Stonewood’s arms and untying the well crafted knot. “You can just say ‘please oh god please stop’…”

“He works nights! Ugh!” Yanking her left arm free as the rope loosened, the suddenly flailing woman began frantically slapping behind her. “He’ll kill you!”

“I’m sure he would…” The large lad said, calmly grabbing at the frustrated woman’s attacking arm. “…if he existed.”

“His name’s John! Agh! Nnnno!” Sara screamed as the big lad straddling her ass leaned forward, stretching her left arm up toward the wooden railings of the bed head.

“No it’s not.” The redhead’s nails of her free hand digging hard into the back of his forearm, the feverishly aroused teen shutout the pain as he furled the short length of rope around her left wrist and the center railing.

“Let me go! Let me go you little psycho!” Shaking violently, the desperate teacher reached back behind her head, trying uselessly to slap the young man’s face. “Arrrgggh!”

“How about this instead-“ Jason said, securing the topless woman’s left hand to the bed railing before capturing her right. “-I tie you up, and tickle you senseless until you tell me about that ticklish spot of yours.”

“No! Nnnnooohooo!” The young woman stressed, jerking her one remaining free limb frantically as it was forcibly pulled up toward her bound wrist.

“Why not make this easy on yourself Miss?” Pinning the struggling teacher’s right hand beside her left at the center railing, the deceptively charming quarterback began twirling the rope’s slack end around her wrist. “If you tell me right now, I’ll only do it for a minute.”

“Agggh! Please! Please don’t do this!” Miss Stonewood switched tactics, the hopelessness of her situation apparently dawning on her as both hands were firmly bound together above her head.

“…but if I have to find it for myself- and let’s be honest I’m pretty sure we both know I know where it is at this point-“ The cunning boy said, clutching one of the squirming counselor’s bra straps in both of his large hands. “-I’m going to be really, really mean.”

“No! Aw please, no! Ahh!” Yelping as the young man atop her snapped one of her shoulder straps, the trapped woman winced when she felt him grip the other. “Don’t- don’t tickle me anymore! I can’t do it! I hate being tickled! Please I really-I really can’t stand it!”

“See, if you’d have just told me who came running their mouth to you-“ Jason said, snapping the second bra strap and tossing the ruined undergarment aside. “-this might’ve all been avoided.”

“…Hhh!...” Falling quiet save for a few short breaths, the completely topless woman sighed before turning her head just enough to make eye contact. “…Now who sounds like a broken record you son of a bieeeheehee! Yaahahaa!”

Before Sara could finish her snappy retort, the handsome athlete reached underneath her arms with both hands and began rapidly stroking the silky smooth hollows. Flickering his fingers along the ballooning sides of the stretched woman’s breasts, the poor creature rolled side to side what little she could, only succeeding in trapping the tickling digits beneath her. Shaking from constant pulling, the rattling of the wooden bed railing was only topped by the volume of the spasming redhead’s laughter. As she bucked under him, Jason scooted forward a couple of inches, pressing his painfully concealed erection into the curvaceous underside of the teacher’s denim covered butt. Grinding softly against her, the dark haired teen bit his bottom lip as the unaware counselor’s shapely rear end massaged his pulsating cock.

“Ahahaha! Stahap! Please! Nnnaha!” Miss Stonewood writhed, twisting against the ropes that held her firm.

“I will find out who blabbed to you!” The cruel boy said, running five fingers all over the cackling redhead’s underarms. “And I’ll tickle that snippy attitude out of you too!”

“Noho! Nahaha! Pl-pleeheeheese!” Stuttering amongst her schoolgirl giggles, the involuntarily grinning woman closed her eyes tight and buried her face into the covers. “Heeheehee! Nahaha!”

“Tell me who talked!” Jason said, adding a little growl to his tone as he ran his hands downward and began viciously lobster clawing at the fitful counselor’s tender ribcage.

“Aaaahahaha!” Throwing her head back, mouth open wide, loud belly laughter burst from the teacher’s full lips as she bucked wildly.

Breathless laughter working her lungs, Miss Stonewood could only manage half hollered pleas as her supple ribs were mercilessly squeezed. With no layers of protection and nowhere to go, even the small amount she was able to roll on each side gave the vulnerable older woman not even a second’s rest. In a few short minutes, though undoubtedly seeming a lot longer for the distressed damsel beneath him, Jason’s harsh clawing had turned the redhead’s ribs the same light shade of pink as her sides.

“Who was it Miss Stonewood?!” The burly boy asked, drilling his index and middle fingers into the swelling sides of the teacher’s bare boobs. “Who told you about me and Mr. Lucas?!”

“Yeehahaa! Ahahaha! Noho! Noho!” Sara closed her eyes tight, beads of sweat beginning to form across her beet red forehead.

“Have it your way…” Pulling his hands back, the devilish athlete slid his right hand down her side and began worming his fingers under her tummy.

“NO! NO!” Turning her hips quickly, the thrashing teacher screamed her words.

“Here comes the caterpillar…” Jason teased, inching his index finger slowly around her abdomen. “…what’s he gonna find…?”

“NO! NO PLEHEASE!” The shuffling woman shrieked as she strained to avoid the teen’s creeping digit.

“I’m gonna get you…” Bringing his left hand into the fray, the ruthless quarterback caressed the redhead’s left side. “…tell me now…”

“PLEASE! PLEASE NO!” Miss Stonewood screamed, tensing and pressing herself hard into the mattress as both the boy’s index fingers drew ever closer toward her delicate navel. “PLEASE I CAN’T! DON’T!”

“Hmph, you’re tougher than I thought!“ The burly lad said, right before drilling his right index finger deep into the helpless woman’s petit belly button.

“NYYYYAAAHAHAAAAAA!” Stretching her cheeks with a harrowing howl, the suddenly hysterical teacher’s eyes shot open wide.

Sounding more like agonized screaming than ticklish laughter, Sara flew into a mad fit of hypersensitive lunacy. Riding her like a rage fueled bronco from hell itself, the somewhat surprised teen held on tight, vibrating his demonic digit quickly inside the fiery haired woman’s navel. No semblance of coherent words formed among the berserk cries, Jason wondering if the tormented teacher was even capable of intelligible thought. With the bound hellion’s firm butt jumping up and down, the inadvertent rubbing of the teen’s cock sent shot after searing hot shot through his loins.

“Right then!” Jason took a deep breath, shuffling backward and pulling his hands free as he could feel himself nearing the edge of lustful conclusion. “If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to!”

Climbing off the bed, forcing himself to take long slow breaths, the muscular young man reached down into his bag of tricks. While Miss Stonewood wheezed, her creamy skin coated in a light sheen of sweat, the lantern jawed football player went unseen as he retrieved a red ball gag with black leather straps. Taking a moment to further calm his white hot libido, Jason took either end of the gag in both hands and walked with his knees back across the mattress.

“Hhh…hhh…n-AH!” Panting heavily after the brutal assault on her excruciatingly ticklish belly button, the bewildered redhead screamed a little too late as the soft red ball of her capture’s latest toy was pushed between her front teeth. “Nnggghh! Annngghhh!”


“What’s the matter?” The cheeky teen said, leaning over to look the incomprehensionable counselor in the eye as he buckled the straps together behind her head. “You didn’t want to talk so I’m helping you out! Don’t complain now!”

To the ongoing sounds of Miss Stonewood’s muffled dismay, the young Adonis once again stepped off the mattress and back onto the floor. As the half naked woman twitched and wrestled with her bondage, her cruel teen tormentor wandered with a casual pace to the bottom of the bed. Turning to face his captive, Jason smirked proudly as he leaned forward slightly and nimbly pinched the pink tips of her thin cotton socks.

“Hnnnngghh! Nnn! Nnghhh!” Sara shook, curling her toes as the devilish young man’s next target suddenly became all too clear.

“Now I wonder if you reaaaally want to tell me…” The cunning athlete teased as he began pulling both socks down over the muted woman’s ankles with a purposely slow pace. “…because if you do…oh boy…”

“Mmmnnff! FFFFNN!” Her throat rumbling as she screamed behind the suppressing red ball, the panicked counselor wiggled her tiny toes in a futile fight to keep her socks in place.

“I’m going to tickle your feet now…” Jason taunted, peeling the socks halfway down the defenseless woman’s creamy arches, her tender heels a rosy hue. “…so, so much. I mean really bad. And you’re in for a treat because honestly, I didn’t used to be very good at this. I was okay, but just normal, you know? But Mr. Lucas taught me a lot.”

“NNNNGGHH!” Screeching into the gag, the trapped redhead’s toes spread as her tiny socks were pulled clean off and dropped to the floor below.

“We’ll start simple, but don’t get discouraged-“ The muscular teen said, admiring the plump balls of the powerless teacher’s bare feet. “-it’ll get much worse!”

“NN! NNNGGH!” Miss Stonewood strained, twisting her neck as far as she could to see the tall beast standing over her vulnerable soles begin wiggling all ten of his terrible fingers.

“I wonder what you’re trying to say…” Moving his hands down at a leisurely speed specifically so his prisoner could watch, the sadistic student began to dance his fingers faster. “…I guess we’ll never know!”

“Nnnnnnhhhh!” Freezing her upturned feet, the bound redhead let out a long muffled whine as she shut her eyes tight and braced for the horror to follow. “MMMMFF! EEEEENNFF!”

Rocking the bed as her feet began wriggling frantically, Sara wailed in ticklish anguish. With a feather-light touch the well trained teen spidered his fingertips up and down the crazed teacher’s stretched arches, spiraling around her heels and racing across the bottoms of her little round toes. Trapped on opposing corners of the bed, the poor young woman’s petit feet couldn’t even cover one another as they suffered under the inescapable tickling touch.

After two full minutes of maddeningly soft and speedy stroking, the light sheen of sweat coating Miss Stonewood’s torso had turned to glistening salty beads. Fiery strands of long hair matting to her neck and fire truck-red face, the frenzied teacher shrieked with helpless laughter. Her mouth held open by the ball gag, small drops of saliva drooled from the corners of the redhead’s lips, her head shaking as she fought furiously against her bonds.

His wanton urges calmed just enough not to mess his boxers, the broadly grinning quarterback should have felt all-powerful. As his high school guidance counselor lost her mind from the mere stroke of his fingers, Jason wanted to relish the moment, but her resistance to his interrogation nagged in the back of his mind. Thrilling as it was binding Miss Stonewood to her own bed, stripping her and making her plead for mercy, the fact she still had not given up her source was cause for concern. Of course the devilish lad knew the counselor’s story about a boyfriend was nonsense, a lie born of desperation, and he had time, but there was certainly a limit. Sooner or later a neighbor would arrive home or the mailman would hear a cry for help and all would be lost. Worse still, if it was taking this long simply to get a name, Jason feared how much more time it would take for him to be convinced the willful teacher wouldn’t drop her inquiries.

“Aw, does that tickle Miss Stonewood?” Jason teased, digging his fingers under the pained woman’s toes. “You just speak up whenever you’d like me to stop, okay?”

“EEEEIINNN! NNNHNNHNN!” High pitched squealing buried behind the rubbery red ball in her mouth, the unwilling tickle-victim’s soles wrinkled as she made tiny fists with her feet.

With no clock in sight and far too busy to check his phone, the ruthless interrogator kept no track of time. However long he stood there running his fingers all over the distraught teacher’s vulnerable feet, Jason made sure to continually switch tactics. Raking his deadly digits slowly down her arches, bending her toes back with the heels of his hands so her soles stretched taut, drawing figure 8s, spidering over her heels, pinching along the insteps, the tall lad kept Sara in a sporadic state of stifled screaming laughter. By the time the dashing teen decided to give his fingers a rest, Miss Stonewood’s soles were pink with tickled-tracks, her skin was slick with sweat and her jade green eyes had begun to water.

“Feel like talking now? The burly boy asked as he crouched down and reached inside the brown paper bag.

“HFF! FFHH!” Gasping through the corners of her mouth, the topless woman wheezed for much needed air as she lay face down into the duvet.

“No?” Jason said, standing up and walking up the left hand side of the bed. “That’s good, I hoped I’d get a chance to use these…”

“Hnnf! Hff!” Panting as best she could, the despondent teacher lifted her head to see what kind of new hell the cruel younger man had in store for her, and immediately began shaking with loud muffled protests at the sight of two large pink feathers. “NNN! GGGGHH!”

“Oh yeah, I think you’re gonna love this!” Strolling back toward the foot of the bed, the casually sadistic boy twirled a feather in each hand. “You sure sound excited!”

“NNNHHNN!” Miss Stonewood twisted and turned, her suppressed sounds of panic so intense the feather-wielding lad almost wondered if she had previous experience under a quill with tickling intent.

Returning to his position standing between the redhead’s upturned bare feet, the young Adonis held the feathers between his thumbs and index fingers. Noticing the helpless teacher looking back over her shoulder, Jason waved the fluffy pink fronds toward her, emphasizing the movement and receiving an especially loud scream in response. As he had done with his hands some time before, the boisterous boy began slowly lowering his new torture tools, the counselor’s once cheerful eyes looking on with a quiver.

“Who knew you were so scared of a little feather dusting!” Chuckling to himself, the steely chested teen flicked the feathers quickly, dropping their delicate tips directly down into the center of the half naked redhead’s wiggling soles.

“EI! EIIINN!” Arching her back before the rope around her wrists stopped her from pulling any further, the suddenly thrashing woman began shrieking wildly.

Fluttering the pointed feather tips from the base of her heels to the tender balls of her feet, Jason seemed to make the flustered woman come unglued from her own sanity. Though he had unleashed a long and terrible onslaught with his fingers, something about the feather’s touch appeared to make the tickled teacher truly lose her grip on reality. Her eyes bugging out and seldom closing as the quills flew up and down her soles, Sara’s delirious giggling continued unabated.

By the ten minute mark, not that the hunky teen nor his captive had any sense of time, thick tears were streaming down the maddened woman’s stretched cheeks. The duvet below Sara cold with sweat, the covers had become a bunched up mess from her constant violent thrashing. Her small feet wiggling helplessly, the wailing redhead’s desire for escape ran deeper than whether or not her mind continued to comprehend the world around her. Jason knew from the torment he’d dished out to the girls at Mr. Lucas’ house, the need to avoid being tickled for some people, like the crazed guidance counselor beneath him, was as much a conscious priority as it was basic instinct.

“How you doing Miss?” Jason said, dropping one feather on the bed between his victim’s feet as he crouched down.

“Hnnnff! Anmmm! Mmm!” Loud sobbing came as the redhead’s response, her breaths quick and deep as she cried openly.

“Excellent!” The taunting boy said, resting his back against the end of the bed and curling his right bicep around Sara’s left ankle.

Pinching her big toe with his right hand, Jason pried back the struggling woman’s foot, stretching her sole. Her toes spread wide, straining to curl and close the gaps between them against the young man’s strength, the bound counselor continued to whimper. A feather in his left hand, the large teen carefully positioned the pink quill’s hard end between Miss Stonewood’s first and second toe, then slowly began to pull it down. As the first fronds at the bottom of the feather touched her skin, the dismayed teacher let out a shrill scream, which quickly turned to uproarious, insuppressible laughter.

“NNIIIEEEHEE! HMMFFFIEEE!” The fiery haired woman screeched as Jason sawed the entire length of his feather up and down between her toes.

“Ohh, you like that! I think we’ll do this for about an hour, what do you think?” Motioning the torturous quill back and forth, the dark haired lad knew he didn’t have that kind of time to spare but enjoyed the thought regardless. “It’s a shame I can’t do this to all your piggies at once!”

Feeling the constant resistance of Miss Stonewood’s big toe fighting against his fingers, coupled with her tormented screams behind the ball gag, the crafty teen’s libido began spiking once again. In Mr. Lucas’ lessons the older man had always been there to rein the boy in, but with no oversight there was only so much temptation the young sadist could resist. Knowing he still had goals to achieve, Jason reasoned a little indulgence wouldn’t bring the house down, and suddenly dropped the feather beside her ankle. Tearing off his shirt quickly, his steely chest and rippling abs in the open air, the fiercely aroused lad turned a full 180 degrees and began ravenously licking the bottom of Sara’s upturned bare foot.

“NNYYYYEEEHAA!” The poor woman howled as the teen’s long wet tongue flickered around her hypersensitive arch.

Cupping the top of her dainty foot in his large hands, the wild eyed boy lapped his tongue over the redhead’s toes, sliding it between each one. As Miss Stonewood squealed, rattling the bed railing so hard it repeatedly crashed against the wall behind it, the greedy quarterback began biting softly at her marshmallow soft heel. Pinching her middle toe with his left hand, Jason continue to nibble and lick furiously while his right arm reached sneakily over to the berserk teacher’s right foot. Wiggling five fingers over one bare sole while hungrily feeding on the other, the young man’s cock throbbed painfully as he gorged himself on the frenzied teacher’s feet.

Though he could have joyfully continued all day, that nagging thought in the back of the devious athlete’s mind did eventually get the better of him. Suppressing every primal urge he had coursing through him, Jason listened to that little voice telling him to get the job done and, finally, relented. Pulling back, the dark haired teen shook his head and stood up before slipping out of his shoes and socks. Promising himself to behave and keep the unfortunate Miss Stonewood’s torment to a less passionate and more methodical approach, the lustful lad unbuckled his belt. Letting his jeans drop behind him as he climbed onto the mattress, Jason crawled over the redhead’s back in nothing but his jet black boxer-briefs.

“Well?” The strapping teen said as he unclipped the gag from the back of Sara’s head, his large muscles flexing as he did.

“Emma! Hhh!” Miss Stonewood gasped before the red ball had barely left her lips. “Emma Clark! Ohgod! Hhh! Nomore!”


“Emma…” Dropping the gag absentmindedly beside the teary eyed woman beneath him, the burly young man frowned as his voice turned to a whisper. “…how did she know?”

“She-she followed you!” The sweat soaked woman said, choking back tears. “After you…after you got her she…she thought you might go after someone else…”

“She followed me around? I barely saw her.” Jason said as he kneeled over the tied teacher’s back.

“I don’t –I don’t think it was all the time...huhff!” Sobbing a little as she broke her code of silence, the half naked counselor’s voice trembled. “She just- she saw you…and…and Mr. Lucas with Wendy...”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” The large lad shook his head. “I haven’t touched Wendy since last year.”

“Emma…I think she was scared!” Miss Stonewood cried. “She was too scared to say anything…”

“Mmm…until she wasn’t.” With a low growl the predatory teen narrowed his gaze, his mind moving to Emma Clark and exactly how much he wanted to make her scream.

“Please…w-will you let me go now…?” The scarlet-faced woman, short sharp breaths accompanying her constant tears. “I…I can’t take anymore!”

“Hmm? Oh.” Jason said, bringing his focus back from a brief fantasy about tormenting Emma Clark in much the way he’d been tearing Miss Stonewood to pieces. “Nono, I’m not done with you yet.”

“What?! WHAT?! NO! NO THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Screamingly loudly, the distraught captive bucked violently, twisting against the ropes that bind her. “I TOLD YOU! LET ME GO PLEAAAASE!”

“Emma will get hers, don’t you worry.” Shuffling backward until he straddled the backs of the thrashing woman’s knees, the rippling lad swiftly reached underneath her. “But first I need to make sure you’re not going to go running your mouth too…”

“No! NO! I won’t! Don’t! G-GET OFF ME!” Sara shrieked, pressing herself hard into the bed as the young man reached around and began unbuckling her belt.

“You say that now.” Letting the belt go, the surprisingly nimble boy unbuttoned the redhead’s jeans and began undoing her zipper, all without being able to see what he was doing. “But what guarantee do I have?”

“PLEASE! I swear! I SWEAR!” Stressing her words as much as her exhausted lungs could manage, the horrified young woman bellowed.

Taking either side of her jeans in his grasp, Jason began tugging the tight denim down over the helpless teacher’s shapely butt. As her jeans were forcibly tugged, the pleading redhead’s creamy white cheeks slowly slid into view, bright yellow g-string panties giving her attacker a delightful surprise. Stopping at the crease where Sara’s butt met her thighs, the randy teen could stretch the denim no further as her legs spread out to the bottom corners of the bed. Sitting his full weight down on the backs of the screaming haired woman’s legs, the wry boy smiled as he admired her well curved rear.

“I can’t –please I can’t laugh anymore!” Miss Stonewood begged as she turned her head to try and see out the corner of her tear blurred vision. “I’ll do whatever you want! J-just no more tickling!”

“You will do whatever I want…” The cruel teen said as he admired the topless teacher’s curvaceous ass. “...but you don’t believe it just yet.”

“No! NO!” Barking her words, the vulnerable redhead’s focus was completely in her peripheral vision where she could see the big lad’s fingers begin to wiggle across her nearly bare butt. “Eiiie! Naaaha! Please! Pleeheeheeaa!”

Tossing her long hair as she collapsed into a fit of schoolgirl giggling, the bound woman’s pale cheeks tremored. For the first few seconds Sara’s laughter seemed full of surprise, her tormentor wondering if she had ever been tickled on her behind before. Dancing his fingertips down along the undersides of the counselor’s cheeks, Jason listened with a ruthless joy as the redhead began squealing, pleading for respite from his humiliating game. As he had learned during sessions with Mr. Lucas, many people expected to be ticklish in the obvious areas, feet, stomach, underarms, but few could predict how they might react when touched on less conventional spots with devious intent. Miss Stonewood, as displayed by her wild struggling and increasingly frantic pleas, had a rather sensitive bottom.

“Oh my god!” The bewildered redhead gasped when her capture’s fingers let up after a few loud minutes. “What can I say to make you just STOP?!”

“Nothing.” Jason said, twisting backward to retrieve his two large pink feathers. “Is that the worst part of it? Knowing for a fact I’m not going to stop no matter what you do. Being totally reliant on my mercy and no other factor? Is it knowing that, or is it the actual tickling?”

“Ohhuh…ahuh! Please…please…” Sobbing as she buried her face into the sheet, the young teacher’s voice became a hoarse whisper.

“I guess it’s all pretty bad…” The near nude sadist said, pinching the feathers between his thumbs and index fingers while using his other fingers to snag the top of the redhead’s thong.

“Huhh…h-how much longerrr?” Miss Stonewood wept as her stringy yellow panties were slid down over her ass cheeks.

“Well, in a couple of hours people will start coming home from work.” Tucking the crying woman’s underwear around the bottom of her completely bare butt, the devious boy turned the feathers downward. “And we don’t want anyone hearing you…but if we use the gag…and considering it’s Friday…maybe two more days?”

“N…nuhuh…y-you wouldn’t!” Visibly shaken by the prospect of being tickle tortured all weekend, the terrified teacher sucked air deep in erratic sobs.

“Who knows?” Jason said, his grin broadening as he delved the pointed feather directly between the flustered counselor’s butt cheeks. “Maybe I’ll invited a friend…”

“YEEIGHA!” Arching her back and clenching hard, the redhead’s derrière formed deep dimples on either side as the feathers slid through her crack. “EEEIIGHAHAHA! AAHA! NNNNAAHAAA!”

Twirling the fronds quickly, the muscular boy sent his devastating pink instruments up and down simultaneously. As one feather spiraled up to Miss Stonewood’s tailbone, the other slipped under the strained elastic of her g-string and stroked swiftly across her quivering taint. Leaving one feather trapped between her panties and inner thighs, Jason freed up the fingers of his left hand to forcibly spread the berserk counselor’s cheeks. Thrashing at the ropes that held her firm, the shrieking redhead could no longer squeeze her muscles together for protection. In his right hand the herculean lad wielded the remaining feather, stroking it between Sara’s cheeks until drawing it’s tip menacingly around her fully exposed asshole.

“BRAAAIIIEEEE!” A shrill scream ripped from inside the helpless woman, her eyes bugging out as soft fronds swirled around her delicate ass.

Mad, unhinged laughter filled the sweat soaked teacher’s bedroom. The wailing cries, Jason determined as he continued to flick the feather quickly, were surely noises the poor redhead never knew she was capable of. Piercing, sharp yelps interrupted Miss Stonewood’s teary eyed laughter, her shapely body jolting with each one. Against his strong fingers the near nude counselor’s butt muscles squeezed hard, desperately trying to cover her vulnerable asshole as the feather twirled endless around its edges. Beads of exhausted sweat rolled down between Sara’s crack, her helpless hole trembling as it felt every tiny stroke.

Taking both feathers and placing them on the side of the bed, Jason gave the hysterical woman a light slap on her left cheek. Taking his sweet time, enjoying the wheezing gasps and troubled sobbing of his victim, the ripped young man climbed off the bed and sauntered down to where Sara’s bound bare feet lay bound. Beginning with his tickle-toy’s left ankle, the sadistic teen crouched down and slowly unwound the rope from the bed leg. Shuffling over, the dark haired lad untied the right side, leaving both ankles with rope around them but tied to nothing.

Standing to full height once again, the young Adonis’ large erection unwavering beneath his boxers, he watched as the severely weakened redhead slowly dragged her legs back together. Leaning forward quickly, using the element of surprise, Jason grabbed the tops of the trapped woman’s jeans and panties, dragging them back down her long legs. Though she whimpered and squirmed, there was little fight to be had as the fiery haired teacher’s last remaining pieces of clothing were tossed aside, rendering her completely naked.

“Uhnn…nnnuh…” Miss Stonewood winced as the devilish student behind her climbed back onto the bed, taking her slender hips in his rough hands.

Rolling her over, the redhead’s skin hot to the touch, Jason found little resistance beyond a few short cries and half-hearted tugs against his movement. On her back, Miss Stonewood’s tear stained faced glistened bright red under a thick sheen of sweat, her large bare breasts rising and falling as she continued panting for much needed air. Around her underarms, ribs and stomach the poor teacher’s flesh maintained dark pink lines where the young man had viciously tickled her. Glancing down, the cruel boy smirked as he noticed Sara’s short trimmed bush displayed the same fiery red colour as the hair atop her head.

“You know, some girls love this stuff.” Forcing his knees between the whimpering woman’s thighs, the chiseled boy reached down and hooked his left arm under her right knee. “Well I mean, they don’t love it…but their bodies do.”

“Ungh!” Sara jerked, a fruitless attempt to bring her leg back down to the mattress as the fiercely strong younger man lifted it upward.

“Mr. Lucas says it’s something to do with being dominated.” Pushing the stark naked woman’s knee up and over her, the devilish teen took her ankle in both hands as he thread her foot between the railings of the bed head. “Like you might hate the tickling, but you get turned on anyway. I know it sounds funny, but I’ve seen it happen.”

“Agh! Nuhuh please!” Kicking her knee, the wide eyed woman watched as the burly boy tied her ankle to the railing above her bound wrists.

“You don’t seem to have that problem.” Jason said, securing the counselor’s right ankle above her head and reaching back for her left leg. “But we’ll see what we can do…”

“Agh! You’re fff-fucking crazy!” Flailing her only free limb, the panicked teacher found no success as her ankle was pulled over to the railing. “I’m not getting turned on! You’re sick!”

“You see?” Tying the rope quickly, trapping both the redhead’s feet over her hands and forcing her bare ass into the air, the bold lad smirked. “You say you’ll do whatever I want, but then act like this!”

“Unnh! Unhh! I’m sorry!” Miss Stonewood said, struggling in her awkwardly bound position, her exposed pussy openly facing the ceiling. “I-I’m just scared and I hate being tickled! I’ll never like it!”

“You were never going to tell me about Emma either…” The cruel teen said, reaching his right hand down between the bound woman’s upturned thighs and wiggling his index finger toward her helpless navel. “…but look how that turned out.”

“NO PLEASE!” Staring down at the single threatening digit, Sara began shaking violently.

“Remember the caterpillar?” Jason teased, the frenzied teacher’s thighs squeezing around his forearm in and effort to cease his finger’s descent. “He wants you do admit this is your worst spot!”

“YES! YES!” Followed by sharp shallow breaths, the unblinking counselor confessed. “It is! It’s the worst please don’t!”

“Please…don’t…” Mocking her words and easily sliding his arm down between the helpless woman’s legs, the young man let his single finger drill nonchalantly deep into her hypersensitive belly button.

“NEEEEHAHAHA! AAAHAAHAAA!” Her wide green eyes not closing even for a fraction of a second, Miss Stonewood’s crazed screams burst from her overworked lungs.

Squeezing her knees together and rolling fitfully from side to side, Sara howled maniacally. His arm inadvertently held in place by the cackling teacher’s legs, Jason had no trouble keeping his devilish digit wiggling inside her excruciatingly ticklish navel. Feeling her leg muscles strain and abs tensing, seeing new torrents of thick tears streaming down the redhead’s stretched cheeks, the furiously aroused teen fought between seeing his plan through and giving in to his more primal urges. With little thought, acting more on instinct than tactics, Jason pressed his pulsating and barely covered cock against the counselor’s gyrating butt. Feeling her movement against his shaft, the thin material of the teen’s boxers did little to mute the pleasure Miss Stonewood was unintentionally providing.

Fighting back a white-hot desire to lose his load, Jason shook his head in an effort to refocus. Reaching beside himself with his free hand, the cunning lad picked up one of the long pink feathers. Keeping Miss Stonewood in a constant state of hysterical horror, the cruel boy continued wiggling his index finger with one hand, while the other began swiping a feather around her unprotected pussy lips. Taking a step back with his knees, closer to sudden bliss than he intended to get, the dark haired lad put distance between his throbbing cock and the tormented teacher’s succulent butt.

Using every ounce of willpower he could muster, the muscular teen began to sweat as he swept the feather tip across the fiery haired woman’s clit. It was around then, as Miss Stonewood spasmed violently against the tickling of her most sensitive spots, her young torturer began to wonder where she was getting the energy. By that point in his life Jason Whitmore had used tickling to make numerous young women suffer, and all had showed some form of fatigue long before the fiery haired counselor. Some would fall into silent laughter, others had passed out and one even fell into a temporary catatonic state. Sara was exhausted, it was clear, sweating heavily, her voice hoarse, skin beet red from her collar up, yet she continued to explode with laughter as if it was the first few minutes of her nightmare.

Her legs covering the redhead’s fleshy boobs it was difficult for Jason to keep an eye on the state of her nipples, but clear signs of arousal couldn’t be hidden elsewhere. An obvious result of his relentless feathering, the young man’s smirk grew into a toothy grin as he noticed sweet clear liquid lust begin dampening Miss Stonewood’s pussy. Though the berserk counselor clearly had no idea about her body’s lewd reaction, the large quarterback flicking his feather around her clit certainly did, and increased the speed of his covert assault.

“Hmm?” Jason cooed after a long time, sliding his arm out from between the defeated woman’s sweat slicked thighs and dropping the feather to the mattress. “Still pretty confident about not getting turned on?”

“Unnh…uuh…nuh…” The disheveled woman murmured, her mind in no apparent state to form real words, or probably a single coherent thought.

“Because you look awwwful wet to me…” The big lad said, placing both of his large hands around the redhead’s side and sliding them up until cupping both of her bulbous boobs.

“Uhhh…hhh…ah!” Panting heavily, Miss Stonewood’s head craned back suddenly and her mouth opened wide to let out a small moan when the cruel teen’s fingertips pinched her very stiff nipples.

“I knew iiiiiit…” His voice a singsong tone, the teasing boy fondled the older woman’s boobs as she pursed her lips in an effort to stifle her unintended pleasure. “Come on…let it ooouuut…”

“Mmn! Mnn!” Closing her eyes, the poor teacher squirmed and shifted as the young man squeezed her breasts, the clear lust between her thighs making her fiery bush glisten.

“Alright then…” Jason said, continuing to softly pinch the counselor’s nipples as he leaned forward, pressing the top of his head between the backs of her thighs. “Have it your way…”

“Nah! NAH!” Squeezing her legs around the large boy’s ears, the nude teacher yelped in her mindless state.

Miss Stonewood’s frantically straining thighs only able to slow him down, the popular athlete pushed his head down until his face met her abdomen. To a chorus of unintelligible wailing, Jason extended his long wet tongue and began licking quickly around the outer rim of the bound counselor’s tender navel. His face turning red as Sara’s thighs squeezed the sides of his neck, the young man continued to massage her boobs as he cupped his lips over her belly button and let his tongue furiously squirm within.

Like an animal caught in a trap, the squealing teacher bucked maddeningly as she screamed with laughter. Slippery inside her navel, the quick flickering motion of Jason’s tongue caused such loud and uncontrolled reactions from the smaller woman the young man thought he may have truly broken her. So strained and panicked were the redhead’s hysterical wails, the skillful tickler wondered if his hapless victim would ever truly regain her full sanity. Fortunately, in the wild state Miss Stonewood was in, the squeezing of her thighs around his neck was no longer constant. At times the redhead’s legs would feel crushing, while others her knees would spread as far as the ropes binding her would allow.

“Ahh!” The large teen sighed with satisfaction as he sat up, pulling his head out from between the woman’s legs after what had been quite a bit longer than he intended.

“Hnnn…” Wheezing and gasping for air, her eyes closed tight, Miss Stonewood seemed to be able to manage little else.

“If you can hear me…” Reaching between her knees, the blue eyed boy took the counselor’s trembling chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Tell me you’re turned on…I know you are…you don’t even have to say anything, just nod…”

Opening her tear filled eyes briefly, the fiery haired young woman looked up at Jason before huffing, tilting her head forward and closing her eyes again. Softly, the devastated teacher nodded her head. Stroking hair out of her face, the cruelly grinning football player leaned back and took either side of his boxer briefs in hand. Sighing with relief as he removed his last piece of clothing, the fully nude Adonis’ huge cock curved up toward the ceiling, pulsating in it’s new found freedom. Tossing his boxer’s aside, the huge burly teen moved toward Sara, his thick purple cockhead stroking across her vulnerable clit.

“Auhh!” Miss Stonewood winced, involuntarily grinding her hips.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” The ripped teen said, holding one hand behind the redhead’s right knee while he gripped his rock hard cock in the other and slid it up and down her sopping pussy lips. “Say it…”

“Uhh…ahh!” Writhing beneath him, the conquered woman moaned as her bottom lip quivered and she grind herself against her capture’s erection.

“Say the words…” Jason said, his voice a low growl as he could feel the steaming heat of the counselor’s pussy against his glistening cock. “Say you’re mine…or I swear I’ll tickle your feet until you’re blue in the face.”

“I…uhh…uhnnn…I’m yours…” Her voice a mousy squeak, those three hesitant words seemed to be all the confused redhead could muster before the strapping lad thrust himself deep inside her. “AAHHNN!”

“AWWHH!” Gritting his teeth hard with a loud grunt, the stark naked teen finally gave in to his most base desires.

Letting pure, unbridled instinct take the wheel, Jason drove his painfully hard cock into Miss Stonewood’s tight pussy. With loud breathy grunts the large lad’s well toned back muscles flexed as he thrust up and down atop the redhead, his speed ramping up quickly. Her moans beginning as surprised gasps, the teacher’s small body rattled beneath the teen’s brutish strength, her cries turning to passionate squeals.

His savage drive at top speed, knowing he could finish at any moment, the forceful boy slid one hand up the entire length of Sara’s right leg. Clutching at the soft heel on the redhead’s dainty upturned foot, Jason threw his head back with an open mouth grin and began dancing five fingers around her silky smooth sole. Exploding with loud shrieking laughter, the fiery haired teacher thrashed beneath the herculean boy as he continued thrusting hard. Wordless howling drowned out the young man’s pleasurable moans as Miss Stonewood frantically wiggled her helpless foot and shook her head, her face plastered with forced mirth.

Considering this his graduation and feeling quite triumphant indeed, Jason took his domination of the counselor as a carnal celebration. Reaching around the cackling teacher’s left thigh, the furiously thrusting lad slid his free hand between her leg and heaving tummy, quickly wiggling his index finger directly into her navel. Miss Stonewood bucked so fiercely the hard-riding teen was nearly thrown clean off the bed. Pressing himself into the screaming redhead, the young man’s rippling muscles shined with sweat as he tickled her mercilessly while fucking her with all the force his pent up lust had unleashed.

Despite the agonizing tickling of her foot and navel, it seemed the feeling of her brawny student’s huge cock pounding against her G-spot was still more than enough to send her careening over the edge. Feeling her hot pussy flex tight around his shaft, Jason felt his own orgasmic twinge as the tied counselor shuddered beneath him. The situation willfully out of his control, the large lad gripped hard at Miss Stonewood’s flesh as he felt a searing hot pang shoot up the underside of his throbbing cock.

“ANHHH!” Jason roared, slamming himself hard against the loudly moaning woman.

“AIIEEE!” Sara wailed, her once comely facial features now a stretched red mess.

Entangled in one another’s sordid fervor, a fleshy sweat soaked fusing of loud moans and quivering muscles, the frenzied pair each shut their eyes tight. Biting her bottom lip hard, the firmly bound redhead tensed, her small toes spreading as her fingers clawed madly at the wooden bed railing. His steely biceps swollen, Jason kneaded the breathless teacher’s malleable flesh between his fingers. The large lad’s huge cock pounded with each rapid burst, Miss Stonewood’s trembling pussy gushing in return.

Their breathing deep and fast, neither Sara nor her glistening tormentor did anything beside shudder against each other. When Jason did eventually roll back, he only collapsed beside the tightly tied counselor, continuing to pant as his large pecks rose up and down. It was quite some time before the teacher or the student’s gasping slowed to a controlled pace, the young man recovering a good deal faster than his overworked captive.

“Ahh…” The ripped quarterback sighed with a smile as he stood up, stretching his beefy arms above his head.

Turning back to Miss Stonewood, Jason nimbly untied the ropes securing her ankles. In an unceremonious flop, the ravaged woman’s legs fell over her upperbody, bouncing against the wrinkled duvet as they landed below. Taking a moment to admire his handy work, the victorious lad looked over the nude woman from head to toe. Long fiery hair matted around her drained expression, wrists red from struggling against the ropes that still bound them, underarms, breasts, ribs and tummy all a dark shade of pink from tickling attacks that were as long as they were savage, the soles of her feet pinker still, Sara had certainly seen better days. Without a word the dark haired sadist snatched his boxer-briefs from the bed, quickly slipped back into them and wandered toward the bedroom door.

“I’ll be back in a little bit.” Jason said, opening the door and taking a step into the hall, before turning back to flash a cheeky smirk. “Don’t go anywhere.”

A half hour later, the cruel athlete, still dressed in only his underwear, returned back through the bedroom door. Looking slightly less disheveled, Jason had fixed his hair and taken time to splash some water over his face, his natural colour returned. Leaving the door open behind him as he walked toward the foot of the bed, the herculean boy turned and sat on the mattress. Having evidently gained some measure of composure, Sara was careful to slowly pull her legs higher, crossing them under herself.

“Hello Miss Stonewood.” The deep bass tone of Mr. Lucas’ voice said a half second before his large frame filled the bedroom door, dressed in his usual sensible attire.

“You remember?” Jason said, turning his head to look back at the cowering woman, her legs noticeably recoiling even further underneath her butt as she tugged weakly at the ropes around her wrists. “I said I might bring a friend…”

“Nuh-n-no…” Her voice barely a whisper, the stark naked redhead began to visibly shake as the older man strolled toward the bedside

“I hear you’ve been a little naughty, Miss Stonewood.” The giant man said, looming over her from the right.

“I…no…no I-I did everything…I said everything!” Squeaking her words, Sara twitched as the younger man began crawling up the mattress toward her. “I did what you wanted!”

“Well, that’s the thing about us…” Jason replied, reaching out with his right hand and taking a firm grip of the trembling teacher’s left ankle. “We always want more.”

“N-NO!” Sara screamed as Mr. Lucas casually took hold of her right ankle, and the two overpowering men began forcibly pulling her legs down toward the far corners of the bed. “I DID WHAT YOU WANTED! I’LL NEVER TELL!”

Sitting down at the foot of the bed, each man curled a burly bicep around Miss Stonewood’s slender ankles, trapping her dangling bare feet under the crooks of their arms. While the wide eyed redhead’s pleading cries grew more shrill with desperation, the bald headed teacher and his young protégé each retrieved one of the large pink feathers with their free hand. Wielding a feather before the poor woman’s helplessly ticklish soles, the two men paused to exchange a glance of what Jason took to be mutual respect.

“Well Mr. Whitmore…” Mr. Lucas said, beginning to spin the long feather between his thumb and index finger. “…show me what you’ve learned.”

Epilogue:​

To the sound of soft footsteps outside the large wooden doors, Jason turned his gaze back from the grasslands and late Spring skies outside the window. Standing up, the tall lad brushed the wrinkles from his silk shirt and swallowed. Glancing around quickly for a reflective surface to check himself, the dashing young man could see none, and instead brushed his fingers through his already well groomed hair in rapid succession. As the padding steps ceased, the college freshman stood up straight and plastered his focus on the doors. With a loud clunk and a slow, labored effort, the left side door opened with little noise save for a couple more footsteps as a plucky young blonde woman walked into the lavishly furnished room. Clad in only the same tight fitting white catsuit the quarterback had seen many times before, the short girl with rosy cheeks gave a welcoming smile.

“You must be Jason.” The cherub-faced girl said, receiving an equally friendly smile in return from the blue eyed lad. “Jai Lin will see you now.”

The End.​

BRAVO, GREAT STORY!! I LOVE THE TEACHER GETTING IT

jcaine said:

BRAVO, GREAT STORY!! I LOVE THE TEACHER GETTING IT

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Thank you my friend! I knew you'd like that!

Hey Mantis, Another great story, epic in nature, so many ways to go...
Its interesting that you mentioned suidoken as your inspiration as there were parts in here that had flavors of suidoken mixed in.
I have read many of his stories and their were moments in this story where I was said, Oh that's very suidoken in tone or style.

Very well done, love the variety of lees too.

A TRUE MASTERPIECE !!!

Your contributions are truly appreciated!

tommytikl said:

Hey Mantis, Another great story, epic in nature, so many ways to go...
Its interesting that you mentioned suidoken as your inspiration as there were parts in here that had flavors of suidoken mixed in.
I have read many of his stories and their were moments in this story where I was said, Oh that's very suidoken in tone or style.

Very well done, love the variety of lees too.

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Thanks Tommy! Variety is the spice of life!

IslandMan said:

A TRUE MASTERPIECE !!!

Your contributions are truly appreciated!

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Thanks IslandMan! *takes a bow*

tommytikl said:

Hey Mantis, Another great story, epic in nature, so many ways to go...
Its interesting that you mentioned suidoken as your inspiration as there were parts in here that had flavors of suidoken mixed in.
I have read many of his stories and their were moments in this story where I was said, Oh that's very suidoken in tone or style.

Very well done, love the variety of lees too.

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This an awesome comment! Mantis and I have a good camaraderie and go back and forth on quite a lot of stuff. If I've rubbed off on him in any way that's a great compliment. I know his writing style and the sense of naughty, forbidden but ultimately harmless fun he creates is something I'd love to be able to emulate. I can't do it as well as he can though.

Cheers!

So good. Just so very good.
What is coming next?

luckycub said:

So good. Just so very good.
What is coming next?

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Thanks luckycub!

I'm always working on a little something...

Poor Miss Stonewood! Now that she knows too much, there's not much choice but to bring her to the mansion!
And did Tanya end up being freed, or does this take place before then? I might be looking too far into it, but I like this series! Hope there is more to come!

bobbo said:

Poor Miss Stonewood! Now that she knows too much, there's not much choice but to bring her to the mansion!
And did Tanya end up being freed, or does this take place before then? I might be looking too far into it, but I like this series! Hope there is more to come!

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Thanks bobbo! I'm really glad you like the Tickle Tutor series so far!

Tanya's fate is currently a mystery, but we'll definitely be finding out what became of her (among other characters) in future installments. With this series I'm definitely trying to weave a web, where every new story adds to the wider picture. It's a lot of work, so it takes a while, but I'm hoping the end result will be something special for you guys!

I really can't wait for the next installment and learning about what is taking place in this mansion. Ur stories are a work of art

TickleMantis said:

Thanks bobbo! I'm really glad you like the Tickle Tutor series so far!

Tanya's fate is currently a mystery, but we'll definitely be finding out what became of her (among other characters) in future installments. With this series I'm definitely trying to weave a web, where every new story adds to the wider picture. It's a lot of work, so it takes a while, but I'm hoping the end result will be something special for you guys!

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Can't wait! I can only imagine it's a lot of work tying everything together. You created a pretty big world already. I hope it won't be concluded too soon!
I love how merciless the series is. Gives it so much excitement.

MasterTickle said:

I really can't wait for the next installment and learning about what is taking place in this mansion. Ur stories are a work of art

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Thanks M.T!

bobbo said:

Can't wait! I can only imagine it's a lot of work tying everything together. You created a pretty big world already. I hope it won't be concluded too soon!
I love how merciless the series is. Gives it so much excitement.

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It's a little tricky keeping track of everything, but I have a lot of notes! No danger of Tickle Tutor ending any time soon, I have quite the tale set to spin yet!