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Nearly a year had passed since Gavin's humiliating defeat, but the memory of their laughter still haunted him. The helplessness he had felt during the tickle torture gnawed at him daily. Anger festered inside him, simmering just beneath the surface like a live wire, ready to spark at any moment. He had sworn revenge, he would humiliate them the same way they had humiliated him.
At 5’9", with a wiry frame, Gavin moved like a coiled spring, always on edge. His ashy brown hair was perpetually disheveled, and the rough stubble on his face felt more like a shield than a sign of neglect. His light blue eyes, once quick to smile, had hardened into something predatory, masking the vulnerability underneath. Every step he took felt like an unspoken promise of revenge. And tonight, after months of careful planning, he was finally ready.
For weeks, Gavin had studied them; watching their movements, learning their habits. His focus was on Jacob, the weakest link, the follower. Jacob, the one who was too comfortable, too oblivious. At 5'10" with a slim, wiry build similar to Gavin’s, Jacob didn’t seem imposing, one more reason Gavin had chosen him. His short brown hair was always slightly unkempt, and his laid-back brown eyes masked just how unaware he was of the looming danger. Gavin knew Jacob's schedule inside and out, when he was alone, when the others were away. The plan was simple: break in, tie him up, and subject him to the same torment Gavin had endured.
It was a quiet Tuesday night when Gavin saw his chance. Dressed in dark clothes, he moved through the shadows with practiced stealth. His heart pounded as he approached the window, the same one he had used a year ago. This time, though, he was prepared, no reckless mistakes, no panic. His hands gripped the ropes and gag he had brought, their weight promising control. This time, he told himself, he would win.
The house was dark, save for the soft flicker of a TV screen in the living room. Gavin slipped silently through the window, his breath steady, his movements quick and assured. His boots made barely a sound as he approached Jacob, who lounged lazily on the couch, completely unaware.
He loomed over Jacob now, his shadow falling over the oblivious man. For a moment, Gavin hesitated, his heart thudding in his chest as the weight of what he was about to do sank in. But the memory of his own humiliation, the helpless laughter forced from him, spurred him on. He couldn’t afford to falter.
In one swift motion, Gavin pounced, his hands locking around Jacob’s wrists before the man could even register what was happening.
“What th—?!”
Jacob’s startled shout was cut short as Gavin wrestled him into submission, twisting his arms behind his back and binding them with the ropes. Jacob struggled, muscles straining against the restraints, but Gavin was relentless. Within moments, Jacob’s wrists and ankles were bound, leaving him sprawled helplessly on the couch.
“Gavin?! What the hell are you doing?” Jacob growled, confusion and anger lacing his voice. Gavin grinned, adrenaline surging through his veins. He knelt beside Jacob, his eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction.
“Did you really think I’d let you all get away with what you did?” His voice was low, dangerous. Control, finally within his grasp.
Jacob’s eyes widened slightly as Gavin’s fingers hovered just above his ribs, barely brushing against his shirt. Realization dawned in Jacob’s eyes, the moment he understood what was about to happen.
“You’re kidding me,” Jacob scoffed, but there was an edge to his voice now. “This is pathetic. I’m not even ticklish.”
“Oh, you’ll see how pathetic it is,” Gavin whispered, leaning in closer. He could feel Jacob’s tension, the slight hitch in his breath as Gavin’s fingers traced a light path down his side, teasingly slow. “How does it feel, Jacob? Knowing you’re completely helpless? Knowing you can’t stop what’s coming?”
Jacob flinched, his body tensing beneath Gavin’s touch, but he stayed silent, clinging to his bravado. Gavin could see the cracks forming.
“You’re gonna wish you’d never messed with me,” Gavin hissed, letting his fingers press harder now, digging into Jacob’s ribs.
But nothing happened.
Jacob blinked, staring up at Gavin with an expression that bordered on boredom. Gavin's fingers moved higher, up to his underarms, targeting what he thought would be the most sensitive spots, but still... nothing.
“I told you, dumbass, I’m not ticklish,” Jacob said flatly.
For a moment, Gavin froze. His fingers hovered over Jacob’s skin, his breath catching in his throat. This… wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His revenge, his victory; it was unraveling before his eyes.
Jacob grinned, his confidence returning. “Is this what you’ve been obsessing over for the past year? Tickling? Wow, Gavin. That’s… sad.” He chuckled darkly, his shoulders shaking with amusement, even as his wrists remained bound. “You really thought this would work? That you could get me like we got you?”
Gavin’s stomach twisted painfully. Before he could react, the soft creak of the front door echoed through the house. His blood ran cold. No. Not now.
The next few seconds passed in a blur. Strong hands grabbed him from behind, dragging him off Jacob before he could process what was happening. Gavin thrashed, but he was quickly overpowered.
Markus, though only 5’9", was stocky and powerfully built. His jet-black hair was cropped short, and his brown eyes gleamed with amusement as he held Gavin easily. The sheer strength in his muscular frame left no room for Gavin to struggle.
“Well, well, well,” Connor’s voice dripped with mockery. At 5’11", with an athletic frame, his dirty blond hair fell just above sharp green eyes that sparkled with amusement. “Look who thought he’d sneak in for a little revenge.”
Markus’s grip tightened as he forced Gavin’s arms behind his back. “You really thought we wouldn’t see this coming, Gavin? You’re predictable.”
They dragged him through the house, his feet barely touching the floor. Panic clawed at Gavin’s chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had been in control. He had—
And then he saw the chair.
A custom-built torture device stood before him, designed for one purpose and one purpose only. Stocks to trap his feet, armrests that jutted out to hold his arms in place, thick leather straps to bind him tightly. Gavin's heart pounded in his chest as they shoved him into it, his mind reeling in disbelief.
“No,” he breathed, barely a whisper. “No, no, no…”
“Oh, yes,” Connor replied, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he locked Gavin’s ankles into the stocks. “You didn’t think we’d let you just waltz in here and have your fun, did you? We’ve been waiting for this.”
Markus moved quickly, securing Gavin’s arms to the armrests, tightening the straps. There was no escape. Every inch of Gavin’s body was exposed, vulnerable, ready for whatever torment they had planned.
Gavin’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as he tugged at the restraints, but it was useless. He was completely at their mercy.
Connor crouched in front of him, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Remember how you begged last time? How you couldn’t stop laughing? That was fun. But this… this will be so much better.”
Markus hovered behind him; fingers poised just above Gavin’s exposed underarms. His body tensed instinctively, breath catching in his throat. He tried to brace himself for what was coming, but nothing could prepare him for the torment they had in store.
“Look at him,” Markus said, grinning. “Already shaking, and we haven’t even started yet.”
“Please,” Gavin whispered, his voice cracking with fear. “I… I was just,”
“Just what?” Connor cut him off, wiggling his fingers in the air, tauntingly. “Just planning to get your revenge? Yeah, we know.”
With that, Markus dug his fingers into Gavin’s underarms, and Gavin’s body jerked violently in the chair, a sharp squeal escaping his lips.
“Aww, look at that,” Markus cooed, his fingers moving in slow, agonizing circles. “Still as sensitive as ever.”
Gavin clenched his jaw, trying desperately to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside, but it was no use. The tickling sensation overwhelmed him, his body betraying him as it always did. He thrashed against the straps, but the more he fought, the harder it became to hold his composure.
“Come on, Gavin,” Connor taunted, his fingers dancing over Gavin’s ribs now, digging in just enough to drive him mad. “You know you can’t hold out. You didn’t last time, and you won’t this time.”
The teasing, the way their fingers barely grazed his skin before digging in; it was unbearable. Gavin’s breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he tried to stifle the laughter.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Connor whispered, his voice low and taunting as his fingers poked their way up Gavin’s sides.
That was it. Gavin’s restraint snapped, and laughter exploded from him, wild and uncontrollable.
“AHHHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Gavin begged, his body shaking with desperate laughter.
But they didn’t stop.
Markus’s fingers dug deeper into his underarms, while Connor’s hands roamed over his ribs, sides, and stomach, teasing every sensitive spot Gavin had. The tickling was relentless, overwhelming every thought in his head, until there was nothing left but laughter and the maddening need for it to end.
But it didn’t.
Gavin’s laughter filled the room, wild and broken. His body convulsed in the chair, every inch of his skin hypersensitive to the slightest touch. It felt like the room was spinning, his mind unable to focus on anything other than the unbearable sensation coursing through him. His wrists strained against the leather straps, but they only dug deeper into his skin, holding him fast.
“Aw, come on, Gavin,” Markus purred, his fingers slowing but still lightly grazing the sensitive hollows of Gavin’s underarms. “We’re just getting started.”
Gavin gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he tried to speak between bursts of hysterical laughter. "PLEHEHEASE, PLEHEHEASE! I'M SOHOHORRY!"
“Sorry?” Connor’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against Gavin’s flushed face. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Gavin. You tried to come here and humiliate Jacob. Did you think we’d just let you walk away after that?”
Gavin tried to shake his head, tears of laughter streaming down his face, blurring his vision. "I DIHIHIHIDN'T MEHEHEHEAN TOAHAHAHAHA,"
His words were cut off as Connor’s fingers dug into his ribs again, relentless and cruel.
“Oh, you meant it, alright,” Connor said with a sneer. “You’ve been planning this for months. We know.”
Markus chuckled darkly, his fingers slowly tracing up and down Gavin’s sides in a maddeningly slow pattern. “You’ve got that same look in your eyes as last time. So desperate. So helpless.”
Gavin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the humiliation. The panic in his chest rose, his thoughts a blur of helplessness and regret. He had thought he’d be the one in control, but now… now he was the one at their mercy, just like before.
Connor suddenly stood up, motioning toward Jacob, still tied up on the couch, watching the ordeal with a smirk. “Let’s go untie our friend. I’m sure he’d like a turn.”
“No! No, no, no!” Gavin cried, his voice high and frantic. His heart pounded, a cold dread settling in his stomach. The idea of Jacob joining in sent a wave of panic through him. “Please! Please don’t! I’ll do anything!”
Connor paused, glancing down with a grin. “Anything?” The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats.
Gavin swallowed hard, his breath shaky as he nodded, desperation clear in his pale blue eyes. “Y-Yes! I’ll do whatever you want! Just no more tickling, please!”
Markus snorted, shaking his head as he gave Gavin a condescending pat on the cheek. “Oh, Gavin. You’re not in a position to make demands. We’re going to do whatever we want. And you?” He leaned in closer, his fingers twitching over Gavin’s sides, making him flinch involuntarily. “You’re just going to laugh.”
They turned and moved toward Jacob, releasing him from his bonds. The ropes fell away easily, and Jacob stood, rubbing his wrists where they had been tied.
“Well, well, well,” Jacob said, stretching his arms lazily. His dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at Gavin, still bound and trembling in the chair. “Quite the role reversal, isn’t it?”
Gavin’s heart raced as Jacob took a slow, deliberate step toward him. His hands were free now, and the gleam in his eyes promised nothing good. Gavin strained against the straps, but they held firm. His body was completely at their mercy, vulnerable and exposed.
“Please,” Gavin begged, his voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”
Jacob tilted his head, as if considering Gavin’s plea for a moment. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. “Oh, but I do. You see, Gavin, I’ve been waiting for this.”
Connor and Markus flanked either side of the chair, watching with gleeful anticipation as Jacob moved closer. Gavin’s eyes darted between them, panic clawing at his chest.
Jacob circled behind the chair, his fingers trailing over the restraints that held Gavin’s arms in place. “Remember last year? How you begged and pleaded?” Jacob’s voice was low, taunting. “I remember. And now, I get to see you break all over again.”
Gavin’s breath hitched as Jacob’s hands hovered just above his exposed feet, fingers wiggling teasingly in the air. His stomach dropped. The stocks held his ankles firmly, leaving his feet completely defenseless.
“No… no, no, no…” Gavin’s voice was a frantic whisper, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest.
“Oh, yes,” Jacob whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Gavin’s spine. Without warning, Jacob’s fingers danced over his soles, feather-light at first, barely brushing the skin. But even that light touch was enough to send shockwaves through Gavin’s system.
Laughter erupted from him immediately, wild and uncontrollable. His back arched against the restraints, legs trembling as Jacob’s fingers found every sensitive spot on his feet with ruthless precision.
“NOOOHOHOHOO PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Gavin screamed, thrashing in the chair, but there was no escape. The stocks kept his ankles locked in place, leaving him powerless as Jacob’s fingers continued their merciless assault.
“I remember these ticklish feet,” Jacob mused, his fingers dancing over the arches, then moving to Gavin’s toes, each touch driving him deeper into hysterics. “Still just as ticklish as before.”
Connor chuckled, stepping forward, leaning down until his face was inches from Gavin’s tear-streaked one. “This is what happens when you mess with us, Gavin. You really thought you could turn the tables?” His fingers grazed Gavin’s ribs again, adding to the chaos of sensations overwhelming him. “You should’ve known better.”
Gavin was lost in the torrent of sensations, his mind spiraling as the tickling intensified. Jacob’s fingers never let up on his feet, while Connor and Markus took turns tormenting his upper body; his ribs, sides, and underarms. Every inch of him was under attack, and all he could do was laugh and beg for mercy that wasn’t coming.
The minutes stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity. Gavin’s voice grew weak, his muscles aching from the constant strain of trying to escape. But no matter how much he struggled or pleaded, they didn’t stop. If anything, their teasing grew more intense, more precise.
Jacob’s voice cut through the frantic laughter. “Tell us, Gavin. Tell us how much you love this.”
Gavin’s mind scrambled for a response, but the tickling was relentless, making it impossible to focus. His voice cracked as he gasped for breath between bouts of laughter. “NOHOHOHO! I DOHOHOHON’T!”
“Oh, you will,” Connor said, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers pressed harder into Gavin’s ribs, making him convulse with fresh laughter. “Tell us, or we’ll keep going.”
“I HAHAHA LAHAHAHOVE BEHEHEHEING TIHIIHIHICKLED!” Gavin screamed, his body writhing in the chair.
“Good boy,” Jacob purred, his fingers tracing over Gavin’s toes, sending another wave of laughter through him. “Now, say it louder.”
“ILOVEBEINGTIHIHICKLED!” Gavin cried out in one breath, as loud as he could, his voice raspy and desperate.
Markus grinned. “That’s more like it.”
But even after Gavin’s humiliating confession, they didn’t stop. The tickling continued, their fingers relentless, searching for every spot that made him scream and writhe. His entire body was a live wire of sensation, his laughter uncontrollable, his mind teetering on the edge of madness.
As the night wore on, Gavin realized with sinking dread that they had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
His mind was slipping, each second of laughter driving him deeper into a pit of helplessness. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t do anything but laugh. His voice was growing weaker, his body trembling from the relentless tickling that blurred the line between reality and nightmare. He had lost count of how many times Jacob’s fingers had traced over his soles, or how many times Markus and Connor had whispered cruel taunts in his ear as they explored every vulnerable part of him.
The room felt hot, stifling, the air thick with his own humiliation.
“Oh, Gavin, you’re such a mess,” Markus teased, his breath tickling the back of Gavin’s neck as his fingers wandered over Gavin’s sides, squeezing just enough to make him spasm with laughter. “You wanted revenge, and now look at you. Helpless. Pathetic.”
Gavin’s response was lost in a wheezing fit of laughter. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the overwhelming sensation of touch. He was trapped in a nightmare loop; just when he thought they might slow down, give him a moment’s respite, their fingers would find a new spot, sending fresh waves of agony through his exhausted body.
Jacob crouched in front of him, looking pleased as his fingers toyed with Gavin’s bare feet. His touch had grown lighter, more deliberate, barely grazing the skin now, but somehow that made it worse. The way Jacob’s fingers skimmed over his soles sent electric shocks of ticklishness up his legs, maddening in its precision.
“You’re shaking, Gavin,” Jacob remarked with a smirk. “You can’t handle it, can you? You thought you were so clever, sneaking in here, trying to turn the tables on me.” He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing over Gavin’s toes. “But now, you’re the one completely at our mercy.”
Gavin’s body jerked in response; his toes curling involuntarily as Jacob teased them, his touch feather-light and torturous. The stocks held his feet securely, preventing even the slightest movement. All he could do was endure it.
“Nohohoho,” Gavin gasped in exhaustion, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming laughter. “Pleahehease, I c-can’t… I can’t…”
Jacob’s smile widened, but there was no kindness in it. “Oh, I think you can. In fact, I think you can take a lot more.”
Connor, who had been watching with a grin, leaned down beside Gavin, his fingers poised above Gavin’s ribcage. “You know, we’re really just getting started,” he murmured, his voice low and threatening. “We’ve got all night, Gavin, and we’re not going anywhere.”
The words sent a fresh wave of panic through Gavin’s already frazzled mind. His laughter turned to frantic pleas for mercy, his voice hoarse from hours of screaming. “NOHOHO, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYHEHEHETHING! MERHEHEHECY!”
“Anything?” Connor’s tone was mocking as he dug his fingers into Gavin’s ribs, wriggling them in slow, deliberate circles. Gavin’s body jerked violently, fresh laughter spilling out of him, broken and raw.
“AHAHA YES! ANYTHEHEHEHING!” Gavin cried, his head thrashing from side to side as he struggled to speak between fits of laughter. “PLEAHEHEHESE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!”
Markus leaned in, his fingers gently running up Gavin’s sides before resting under his arms. He didn’t apply pressure yet, just let his hands hover, letting the anticipation build. Gavin’s breath hitched, every muscle bracing for the inevitable.
“What’s wrong?” Markus whispered, his voice soft and teasing. “You’re already laughing, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Gavin couldn’t stop the giggles bubbling in his throat. The anticipation was almost worse than the tickling itself. His body tensed, every nerve hyper-sensitive to even the suggestion of touch. “Nohohoho, please don’t…”
But Markus wasn’t in the mood for mercy. His fingers dug in without warning, wriggling deep into the hollows of Gavin’s underarms. The reaction was immediate, Gavin’s laughter erupted in a high-pitched scream, his body convulsing in the chair as he thrashed against the restraints.
“STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Gavin’s voice cracked as he pleaded, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.
But they didn’t stop.
Connor’s hands continued their torment on Gavin’s ribs, alternating between light tickles and firm squeezes that made his body jerk uncontrollably. Jacob’s fingers remained on his feet, tracing circles around his heels, teasing the balls of his feet, and running over his toes with unbearable precision. Every touch was calculated, designed to push Gavin further into the depths of hysteria.
It felt like hours had passed, though Gavin had long since lost track of time. All he knew was the tickling, the sensation that consumed his entire world. His mind was hazy, his thoughts jumbled, broken by the constant barrage of laughter he couldn’t control.
Somewhere in the fog of his mind, he realized they were talking again. Their voices low and teasing, but he could barely comprehend the words through the overwhelming sound of his own laughter.
“He’s really breaking, huh?” Markus said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. His hands had moved to Gavin’s sides now, pinching lightly at his waist, making his body spasm with fresh laughter. “Look at him. Can’t even get a sentence out.”
The tickling was relentless. Gavin’s mind was unraveling, every nerve in his body screaming with sensitivity. His voice strained, his laughter reduced to ragged gasps and broken sobs.
And still, they didn’t stop.
Time lost all meaning as the tickling stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. Gavin was beyond begging now, his mind too overwhelmed, too broken to form coherent thoughts. All he could do was laugh, the sound hollow and desperate; his resolve not only broken but shattered.
Gavin realized with a sinking dread that he was theirs. Completely, utterly, and hopelessly th—
Gavin jolted awake, gasping for breath, his heart racing as if it might tear out of his chest. His hands instinctively flew to his ribs, his feet kicking at the blanket that had tangled around his legs. Sweat drenched his skin, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of the nightmare.
It took a few moments for reality to settle in. He wasn’t in the torture chair. He wasn’t helplessly laughing under Jacob, Connor, and Markus’s merciless touch. He was in his own bed, alone.
Gavin sat up, running a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, his breath still uneven. His pulse slowly began to steady as the truth sank in—it had all been a dream. A nightmare.
For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the darkness of his room, trying to shake the lingering sensation of phantom fingers tickling his skin. The intensity of the dream had been so vivid, so real, that his body still ached as if it had truly endured the torment.
He let out a shaky laugh, one that was more relieved than amused. Revenge, the torture, the helplessness… it had all been a figment of his subconscious. But the weight of the nightmare clung to him, a reminder of the humiliation he had endured and the dangerous thoughts that had brewed in his mind ever since.
Gavin lay back down, staring at the ceiling. He would never forget what happened that day, but one thing was clear now—it was better left in the past.
As his heart rate returned to normal, he sighed, closing his eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come easily, but at least now, the nightmare was over, and he was finally free.
THE END
At 5’9", with a wiry frame, Gavin moved like a coiled spring, always on edge. His ashy brown hair was perpetually disheveled, and the rough stubble on his face felt more like a shield than a sign of neglect. His light blue eyes, once quick to smile, had hardened into something predatory, masking the vulnerability underneath. Every step he took felt like an unspoken promise of revenge. And tonight, after months of careful planning, he was finally ready.
For weeks, Gavin had studied them; watching their movements, learning their habits. His focus was on Jacob, the weakest link, the follower. Jacob, the one who was too comfortable, too oblivious. At 5'10" with a slim, wiry build similar to Gavin’s, Jacob didn’t seem imposing, one more reason Gavin had chosen him. His short brown hair was always slightly unkempt, and his laid-back brown eyes masked just how unaware he was of the looming danger. Gavin knew Jacob's schedule inside and out, when he was alone, when the others were away. The plan was simple: break in, tie him up, and subject him to the same torment Gavin had endured.
It was a quiet Tuesday night when Gavin saw his chance. Dressed in dark clothes, he moved through the shadows with practiced stealth. His heart pounded as he approached the window, the same one he had used a year ago. This time, though, he was prepared, no reckless mistakes, no panic. His hands gripped the ropes and gag he had brought, their weight promising control. This time, he told himself, he would win.
The house was dark, save for the soft flicker of a TV screen in the living room. Gavin slipped silently through the window, his breath steady, his movements quick and assured. His boots made barely a sound as he approached Jacob, who lounged lazily on the couch, completely unaware.
He loomed over Jacob now, his shadow falling over the oblivious man. For a moment, Gavin hesitated, his heart thudding in his chest as the weight of what he was about to do sank in. But the memory of his own humiliation, the helpless laughter forced from him, spurred him on. He couldn’t afford to falter.
In one swift motion, Gavin pounced, his hands locking around Jacob’s wrists before the man could even register what was happening.
“What th—?!”
Jacob’s startled shout was cut short as Gavin wrestled him into submission, twisting his arms behind his back and binding them with the ropes. Jacob struggled, muscles straining against the restraints, but Gavin was relentless. Within moments, Jacob’s wrists and ankles were bound, leaving him sprawled helplessly on the couch.
“Gavin?! What the hell are you doing?” Jacob growled, confusion and anger lacing his voice. Gavin grinned, adrenaline surging through his veins. He knelt beside Jacob, his eyes gleaming with cold satisfaction.
“Did you really think I’d let you all get away with what you did?” His voice was low, dangerous. Control, finally within his grasp.
Jacob’s eyes widened slightly as Gavin’s fingers hovered just above his ribs, barely brushing against his shirt. Realization dawned in Jacob’s eyes, the moment he understood what was about to happen.
“You’re kidding me,” Jacob scoffed, but there was an edge to his voice now. “This is pathetic. I’m not even ticklish.”
“Oh, you’ll see how pathetic it is,” Gavin whispered, leaning in closer. He could feel Jacob’s tension, the slight hitch in his breath as Gavin’s fingers traced a light path down his side, teasingly slow. “How does it feel, Jacob? Knowing you’re completely helpless? Knowing you can’t stop what’s coming?”
Jacob flinched, his body tensing beneath Gavin’s touch, but he stayed silent, clinging to his bravado. Gavin could see the cracks forming.
“You’re gonna wish you’d never messed with me,” Gavin hissed, letting his fingers press harder now, digging into Jacob’s ribs.
But nothing happened.
Jacob blinked, staring up at Gavin with an expression that bordered on boredom. Gavin's fingers moved higher, up to his underarms, targeting what he thought would be the most sensitive spots, but still... nothing.
“I told you, dumbass, I’m not ticklish,” Jacob said flatly.
For a moment, Gavin froze. His fingers hovered over Jacob’s skin, his breath catching in his throat. This… wasn’t how it was supposed to go. His revenge, his victory; it was unraveling before his eyes.
Jacob grinned, his confidence returning. “Is this what you’ve been obsessing over for the past year? Tickling? Wow, Gavin. That’s… sad.” He chuckled darkly, his shoulders shaking with amusement, even as his wrists remained bound. “You really thought this would work? That you could get me like we got you?”
Gavin’s stomach twisted painfully. Before he could react, the soft creak of the front door echoed through the house. His blood ran cold. No. Not now.
The next few seconds passed in a blur. Strong hands grabbed him from behind, dragging him off Jacob before he could process what was happening. Gavin thrashed, but he was quickly overpowered.
Markus, though only 5’9", was stocky and powerfully built. His jet-black hair was cropped short, and his brown eyes gleamed with amusement as he held Gavin easily. The sheer strength in his muscular frame left no room for Gavin to struggle.
“Well, well, well,” Connor’s voice dripped with mockery. At 5’11", with an athletic frame, his dirty blond hair fell just above sharp green eyes that sparkled with amusement. “Look who thought he’d sneak in for a little revenge.”
Markus’s grip tightened as he forced Gavin’s arms behind his back. “You really thought we wouldn’t see this coming, Gavin? You’re predictable.”
They dragged him through the house, his feet barely touching the floor. Panic clawed at Gavin’s chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had been in control. He had—
And then he saw the chair.
A custom-built torture device stood before him, designed for one purpose and one purpose only. Stocks to trap his feet, armrests that jutted out to hold his arms in place, thick leather straps to bind him tightly. Gavin's heart pounded in his chest as they shoved him into it, his mind reeling in disbelief.
“No,” he breathed, barely a whisper. “No, no, no…”
“Oh, yes,” Connor replied, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he locked Gavin’s ankles into the stocks. “You didn’t think we’d let you just waltz in here and have your fun, did you? We’ve been waiting for this.”
Markus moved quickly, securing Gavin’s arms to the armrests, tightening the straps. There was no escape. Every inch of Gavin’s body was exposed, vulnerable, ready for whatever torment they had planned.
Gavin’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as he tugged at the restraints, but it was useless. He was completely at their mercy.
Connor crouched in front of him, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Remember how you begged last time? How you couldn’t stop laughing? That was fun. But this… this will be so much better.”
Markus hovered behind him; fingers poised just above Gavin’s exposed underarms. His body tensed instinctively, breath catching in his throat. He tried to brace himself for what was coming, but nothing could prepare him for the torment they had in store.
“Look at him,” Markus said, grinning. “Already shaking, and we haven’t even started yet.”
“Please,” Gavin whispered, his voice cracking with fear. “I… I was just,”
“Just what?” Connor cut him off, wiggling his fingers in the air, tauntingly. “Just planning to get your revenge? Yeah, we know.”
With that, Markus dug his fingers into Gavin’s underarms, and Gavin’s body jerked violently in the chair, a sharp squeal escaping his lips.
“Aww, look at that,” Markus cooed, his fingers moving in slow, agonizing circles. “Still as sensitive as ever.”
Gavin clenched his jaw, trying desperately to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside, but it was no use. The tickling sensation overwhelmed him, his body betraying him as it always did. He thrashed against the straps, but the more he fought, the harder it became to hold his composure.
“Come on, Gavin,” Connor taunted, his fingers dancing over Gavin’s ribs now, digging in just enough to drive him mad. “You know you can’t hold out. You didn’t last time, and you won’t this time.”
The teasing, the way their fingers barely grazed his skin before digging in; it was unbearable. Gavin’s breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he tried to stifle the laughter.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Connor whispered, his voice low and taunting as his fingers poked their way up Gavin’s sides.
That was it. Gavin’s restraint snapped, and laughter exploded from him, wild and uncontrollable.
“AHHHAHAHAHA NOOOOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Gavin begged, his body shaking with desperate laughter.
But they didn’t stop.
Markus’s fingers dug deeper into his underarms, while Connor’s hands roamed over his ribs, sides, and stomach, teasing every sensitive spot Gavin had. The tickling was relentless, overwhelming every thought in his head, until there was nothing left but laughter and the maddening need for it to end.
But it didn’t.
Gavin’s laughter filled the room, wild and broken. His body convulsed in the chair, every inch of his skin hypersensitive to the slightest touch. It felt like the room was spinning, his mind unable to focus on anything other than the unbearable sensation coursing through him. His wrists strained against the leather straps, but they only dug deeper into his skin, holding him fast.
“Aw, come on, Gavin,” Markus purred, his fingers slowing but still lightly grazing the sensitive hollows of Gavin’s underarms. “We’re just getting started.”
Gavin gasped for breath, his chest heaving as he tried to speak between bursts of hysterical laughter. "PLEHEHEASE, PLEHEHEASE! I'M SOHOHORRY!"
“Sorry?” Connor’s voice dripped with sarcasm. He leaned in close, his breath warm against Gavin’s flushed face. “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Gavin. You tried to come here and humiliate Jacob. Did you think we’d just let you walk away after that?”
Gavin tried to shake his head, tears of laughter streaming down his face, blurring his vision. "I DIHIHIHIDN'T MEHEHEHEAN TOAHAHAHAHA,"
His words were cut off as Connor’s fingers dug into his ribs again, relentless and cruel.
“Oh, you meant it, alright,” Connor said with a sneer. “You’ve been planning this for months. We know.”
Markus chuckled darkly, his fingers slowly tracing up and down Gavin’s sides in a maddeningly slow pattern. “You’ve got that same look in your eyes as last time. So desperate. So helpless.”
Gavin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the humiliation. The panic in his chest rose, his thoughts a blur of helplessness and regret. He had thought he’d be the one in control, but now… now he was the one at their mercy, just like before.
Connor suddenly stood up, motioning toward Jacob, still tied up on the couch, watching the ordeal with a smirk. “Let’s go untie our friend. I’m sure he’d like a turn.”
“No! No, no, no!” Gavin cried, his voice high and frantic. His heart pounded, a cold dread settling in his stomach. The idea of Jacob joining in sent a wave of panic through him. “Please! Please don’t! I’ll do anything!”
Connor paused, glancing down with a grin. “Anything?” The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats.
Gavin swallowed hard, his breath shaky as he nodded, desperation clear in his pale blue eyes. “Y-Yes! I’ll do whatever you want! Just no more tickling, please!”
Markus snorted, shaking his head as he gave Gavin a condescending pat on the cheek. “Oh, Gavin. You’re not in a position to make demands. We’re going to do whatever we want. And you?” He leaned in closer, his fingers twitching over Gavin’s sides, making him flinch involuntarily. “You’re just going to laugh.”
They turned and moved toward Jacob, releasing him from his bonds. The ropes fell away easily, and Jacob stood, rubbing his wrists where they had been tied.
“Well, well, well,” Jacob said, stretching his arms lazily. His dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at Gavin, still bound and trembling in the chair. “Quite the role reversal, isn’t it?”
Gavin’s heart raced as Jacob took a slow, deliberate step toward him. His hands were free now, and the gleam in his eyes promised nothing good. Gavin strained against the straps, but they held firm. His body was completely at their mercy, vulnerable and exposed.
“Please,” Gavin begged, his voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”
Jacob tilted his head, as if considering Gavin’s plea for a moment. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. “Oh, but I do. You see, Gavin, I’ve been waiting for this.”
Connor and Markus flanked either side of the chair, watching with gleeful anticipation as Jacob moved closer. Gavin’s eyes darted between them, panic clawing at his chest.
Jacob circled behind the chair, his fingers trailing over the restraints that held Gavin’s arms in place. “Remember last year? How you begged and pleaded?” Jacob’s voice was low, taunting. “I remember. And now, I get to see you break all over again.”
Gavin’s breath hitched as Jacob’s hands hovered just above his exposed feet, fingers wiggling teasingly in the air. His stomach dropped. The stocks held his ankles firmly, leaving his feet completely defenseless.
“No… no, no, no…” Gavin’s voice was a frantic whisper, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest.
“Oh, yes,” Jacob whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Gavin’s spine. Without warning, Jacob’s fingers danced over his soles, feather-light at first, barely brushing the skin. But even that light touch was enough to send shockwaves through Gavin’s system.
Laughter erupted from him immediately, wild and uncontrollable. His back arched against the restraints, legs trembling as Jacob’s fingers found every sensitive spot on his feet with ruthless precision.
“NOOOHOHOHOO PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Gavin screamed, thrashing in the chair, but there was no escape. The stocks kept his ankles locked in place, leaving him powerless as Jacob’s fingers continued their merciless assault.
“I remember these ticklish feet,” Jacob mused, his fingers dancing over the arches, then moving to Gavin’s toes, each touch driving him deeper into hysterics. “Still just as ticklish as before.”
Connor chuckled, stepping forward, leaning down until his face was inches from Gavin’s tear-streaked one. “This is what happens when you mess with us, Gavin. You really thought you could turn the tables?” His fingers grazed Gavin’s ribs again, adding to the chaos of sensations overwhelming him. “You should’ve known better.”
Gavin was lost in the torrent of sensations, his mind spiraling as the tickling intensified. Jacob’s fingers never let up on his feet, while Connor and Markus took turns tormenting his upper body; his ribs, sides, and underarms. Every inch of him was under attack, and all he could do was laugh and beg for mercy that wasn’t coming.
The minutes stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity. Gavin’s voice grew weak, his muscles aching from the constant strain of trying to escape. But no matter how much he struggled or pleaded, they didn’t stop. If anything, their teasing grew more intense, more precise.
Jacob’s voice cut through the frantic laughter. “Tell us, Gavin. Tell us how much you love this.”
Gavin’s mind scrambled for a response, but the tickling was relentless, making it impossible to focus. His voice cracked as he gasped for breath between bouts of laughter. “NOHOHOHO! I DOHOHOHON’T!”
“Oh, you will,” Connor said, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers pressed harder into Gavin’s ribs, making him convulse with fresh laughter. “Tell us, or we’ll keep going.”
“I HAHAHA LAHAHAHOVE BEHEHEHEING TIHIIHIHICKLED!” Gavin screamed, his body writhing in the chair.
“Good boy,” Jacob purred, his fingers tracing over Gavin’s toes, sending another wave of laughter through him. “Now, say it louder.”
“ILOVEBEINGTIHIHICKLED!” Gavin cried out in one breath, as loud as he could, his voice raspy and desperate.
Markus grinned. “That’s more like it.”
But even after Gavin’s humiliating confession, they didn’t stop. The tickling continued, their fingers relentless, searching for every spot that made him scream and writhe. His entire body was a live wire of sensation, his laughter uncontrollable, his mind teetering on the edge of madness.
As the night wore on, Gavin realized with sinking dread that they had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
His mind was slipping, each second of laughter driving him deeper into a pit of helplessness. He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t do anything but laugh. His voice was growing weaker, his body trembling from the relentless tickling that blurred the line between reality and nightmare. He had lost count of how many times Jacob’s fingers had traced over his soles, or how many times Markus and Connor had whispered cruel taunts in his ear as they explored every vulnerable part of him.
The room felt hot, stifling, the air thick with his own humiliation.
“Oh, Gavin, you’re such a mess,” Markus teased, his breath tickling the back of Gavin’s neck as his fingers wandered over Gavin’s sides, squeezing just enough to make him spasm with laughter. “You wanted revenge, and now look at you. Helpless. Pathetic.”
Gavin’s response was lost in a wheezing fit of laughter. His body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with the overwhelming sensation of touch. He was trapped in a nightmare loop; just when he thought they might slow down, give him a moment’s respite, their fingers would find a new spot, sending fresh waves of agony through his exhausted body.
Jacob crouched in front of him, looking pleased as his fingers toyed with Gavin’s bare feet. His touch had grown lighter, more deliberate, barely grazing the skin now, but somehow that made it worse. The way Jacob’s fingers skimmed over his soles sent electric shocks of ticklishness up his legs, maddening in its precision.
“You’re shaking, Gavin,” Jacob remarked with a smirk. “You can’t handle it, can you? You thought you were so clever, sneaking in here, trying to turn the tables on me.” He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing over Gavin’s toes. “But now, you’re the one completely at our mercy.”
Gavin’s body jerked in response; his toes curling involuntarily as Jacob teased them, his touch feather-light and torturous. The stocks held his feet securely, preventing even the slightest movement. All he could do was endure it.
“Nohohoho,” Gavin gasped in exhaustion, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming laughter. “Pleahehease, I c-can’t… I can’t…”
Jacob’s smile widened, but there was no kindness in it. “Oh, I think you can. In fact, I think you can take a lot more.”
Connor, who had been watching with a grin, leaned down beside Gavin, his fingers poised above Gavin’s ribcage. “You know, we’re really just getting started,” he murmured, his voice low and threatening. “We’ve got all night, Gavin, and we’re not going anywhere.”
The words sent a fresh wave of panic through Gavin’s already frazzled mind. His laughter turned to frantic pleas for mercy, his voice hoarse from hours of screaming. “NOHOHO, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYHEHEHETHING! MERHEHEHECY!”
“Anything?” Connor’s tone was mocking as he dug his fingers into Gavin’s ribs, wriggling them in slow, deliberate circles. Gavin’s body jerked violently, fresh laughter spilling out of him, broken and raw.
“AHAHA YES! ANYTHEHEHEHING!” Gavin cried, his head thrashing from side to side as he struggled to speak between fits of laughter. “PLEAHEHEHESE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!”
Markus leaned in, his fingers gently running up Gavin’s sides before resting under his arms. He didn’t apply pressure yet, just let his hands hover, letting the anticipation build. Gavin’s breath hitched, every muscle bracing for the inevitable.
“What’s wrong?” Markus whispered, his voice soft and teasing. “You’re already laughing, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Gavin couldn’t stop the giggles bubbling in his throat. The anticipation was almost worse than the tickling itself. His body tensed, every nerve hyper-sensitive to even the suggestion of touch. “Nohohoho, please don’t…”
But Markus wasn’t in the mood for mercy. His fingers dug in without warning, wriggling deep into the hollows of Gavin’s underarms. The reaction was immediate, Gavin’s laughter erupted in a high-pitched scream, his body convulsing in the chair as he thrashed against the restraints.
“STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Gavin’s voice cracked as he pleaded, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.
But they didn’t stop.
Connor’s hands continued their torment on Gavin’s ribs, alternating between light tickles and firm squeezes that made his body jerk uncontrollably. Jacob’s fingers remained on his feet, tracing circles around his heels, teasing the balls of his feet, and running over his toes with unbearable precision. Every touch was calculated, designed to push Gavin further into the depths of hysteria.
It felt like hours had passed, though Gavin had long since lost track of time. All he knew was the tickling, the sensation that consumed his entire world. His mind was hazy, his thoughts jumbled, broken by the constant barrage of laughter he couldn’t control.
Somewhere in the fog of his mind, he realized they were talking again. Their voices low and teasing, but he could barely comprehend the words through the overwhelming sound of his own laughter.
“He’s really breaking, huh?” Markus said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. His hands had moved to Gavin’s sides now, pinching lightly at his waist, making his body spasm with fresh laughter. “Look at him. Can’t even get a sentence out.”
The tickling was relentless. Gavin’s mind was unraveling, every nerve in his body screaming with sensitivity. His voice strained, his laughter reduced to ragged gasps and broken sobs.
And still, they didn’t stop.
Time lost all meaning as the tickling stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. Gavin was beyond begging now, his mind too overwhelmed, too broken to form coherent thoughts. All he could do was laugh, the sound hollow and desperate; his resolve not only broken but shattered.
Gavin realized with a sinking dread that he was theirs. Completely, utterly, and hopelessly th—
Gavin jolted awake, gasping for breath, his heart racing as if it might tear out of his chest. His hands instinctively flew to his ribs, his feet kicking at the blanket that had tangled around his legs. Sweat drenched his skin, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of the nightmare.
It took a few moments for reality to settle in. He wasn’t in the torture chair. He wasn’t helplessly laughing under Jacob, Connor, and Markus’s merciless touch. He was in his own bed, alone.
Gavin sat up, running a shaky hand through his disheveled hair, his breath still uneven. His pulse slowly began to steady as the truth sank in—it had all been a dream. A nightmare.
For a moment, he just sat there, staring at the darkness of his room, trying to shake the lingering sensation of phantom fingers tickling his skin. The intensity of the dream had been so vivid, so real, that his body still ached as if it had truly endured the torment.
He let out a shaky laugh, one that was more relieved than amused. Revenge, the torture, the helplessness… it had all been a figment of his subconscious. But the weight of the nightmare clung to him, a reminder of the humiliation he had endured and the dangerous thoughts that had brewed in his mind ever since.
Gavin lay back down, staring at the ceiling. He would never forget what happened that day, but one thing was clear now—it was better left in the past.
As his heart rate returned to normal, he sighed, closing his eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come easily, but at least now, the nightmare was over, and he was finally free.
THE END
