I'm back! I Hope you enjoy this story. I tried, this time, to get out of my comfort zone as much as possible, and I'm quite happy about it! But I'm eager to hear your feedback.
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He finally found it. Since the sun was already set, it did cause him not a few recognising the place, but then noticed the light at the end of the street, followed by the green sign. He tried to peek inside, but the window, albeit huge, was made of some kind of semi-opaque glass.
“Smile café, eh? Finally.” He looked at his watch. “8.59pm. Perfect, I’m still on time. I would have hated to be late on my first day.” And as he thought so, he opened the door.
The first thing that hit him was the warmth of the place, in contrast with the cold of the first winter air that he had to walk and wonder into to arrive at this place. Next was the aroma of freshly ground coffee that filled his nostrils and made him forget, at least for a moment, the place he was in. A voice broke this contemplative moment:
“Welcome to the Smile Café, how can I help you?”
Turning to the right, there was a counter that filled the entire side of the shop, and in the end, near the entrance, a cash register and a man sitting behind him. He was tall and muscular, and was wearing a green outfit; he must have been in his 30s, no less than that. Despite hits appearence, his voice was gentle.
“I’m… here for the job as a waiter.”
“Oh, so you must be Noah!” He said, smiling.
“Yes. Sorry if I’m almost late, but I couldn’t really find the place.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I know it blends very well with the surroundings. And other than that as you can see there’s not many people here yet. Come, let me show you the place. Though this will be a rather short tour.”
Noah took his time to look around the cafe. It was small but cozy. There were 10 dark, round wooden tables, each one with a couple of chairs. The walls were cream coloure, with some pictures scattered. From some shelves plants and various objects gave the place colour. The atmosphere was made cozier by the low hanging lamps and their warm light. The counter continued after the register: a small space to let employees through, then a display that covered the rest of the length of the shop: inside were many kinds of desserts, from small cakes to brioche and different pastries, and a few colorful sandwiches. Behind it, on a counter against the wall, were a couple of expensive looking coffee machine. Noah took a moment, wondering why such a small place had so many different foods.
“You like them?” thundered the voice of the man that was now getting up, revealing more of his toned body. It also made more visible his outfit: it was plain green, and in the middle of it was a white cup of coffee with a feather underneath. “I make all these myself! You know, I always had a sweet tooth, and when I opened this place I found the perfect opportunity to test all kinds of recipes. The luck of this place being so small and open nights only is that you form a real connection with customers, you see?”
Noah looked at him again. He couldn’t really picture that big man behind a oven with mittens baking warm cookies, though the idea made him smile.
“Oh, so you are Mr. Boss?”
“Please, call me Herman. But yes, I am. Boss Herman, owner of the Smile Café and currently sole employee, after your predecessor upped and left without saying a word. That is why I didn’t really have time to make an interview or even let you see the place before, and just hired you online!”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. The offer was good, and it’s rare to find many nice jobs at night. Though I was shocked when I looked for the place online and found nothing. I worried it might be a scam.”
The man laughed. “Yeah, I cannot blame you. A good offer for a place that doesn’t seem to exist! Sorry to had you worried, it’s just that I’m not too good with computers. And the customers we have are enough to make this place keep going. With how things are nowadays, small, quirky places like this one risk getting invaded.”
“Yeah, I can understand that. I must say, this place truly is something. You did everything yourself?”
The man seemed to blush a bit. “Yeah. It was always a dream of mine to open a cafe, since when I was a kid. This, or becoming a super hero. But that seemed too tiring.” He laugh thundered in the small cafe “Well, I have here your uniform. Thanks for telling me your size. I must say, for a 23 year old you look a bit skinny! If you ever want to put on some muscles, don’t be shy and call me! I always enjoy training with buddies!” he laughed again. “Behind this door, on the right you will find a small employees’ area. There should be everything you need in there.”
And with that, he gave Noah a surprisingly light brown bag. He walked behind the counter and opened the dark, wooden door. In front of him was a small area, with a door for every wall. He opened the right one, and as Noah said, was a small employee area. There was a grey metal storage closet, divided in two sides, a small bench and a mirror. Then, a small window on top, and another door, probably leading to a bathroom.
Noah undressed to his underwear, then opened the bag. Inside was a big, green apron with the cafe’s logo, and a pair of Brown and green comfortable sandals.
“That’s all…?” the young man thought to himself. Believing there must have been some error, he called Herman.
“What’s wrong?” the man asked from outside the door.
“I think something is missing from the bag.”
“Oh, don’t worry! Try it on, you’ll see that it fits well.”
Noah doubted he was wrong, but put on the apron and sandals nonetheless. The apron was long, and it arrived to his thighs, but it was also quite narrow: his entire arms were visible, it barely covered his nipples and it exposed all his sides and butt.
“Yeah, no as I thought something is definitely wrong here.”
“Can I come in?” said the voice from the other side of the door.
“Sure.”
Herman opened the door and looked at Noah. He made a sign to tell him to make a couple of steps, and to turn around. Then, he spoke:
“It fits perfectly! But yeah something is wrong alright.”
“So what do I do? I stay in my normal clothes until a new uniform arrives?”
The man laughed “What are you talking about? I meant your underwear! It needs to go!”
The young man was speechless for a second.
“W-what do you mean it has to go?”
“I mean that it’s not part of the uniform!”
“But you only gave me an apron! And a revealing one, at that.”
“Yes. Because that’s the uniform.”
“W-what?! You expect me to serve tables dressed like that?!”
Herman bursted again with his loud laughter.
“I suppose you haven’t read the contract, eh? You did seem a bit too calm for this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Listen, I’ll make this short for the both of you and me. This isn’t a normal coffee shop. If you took the time to look at the contact you signed, you’d see this is a… particular cafe-” he was interrupted by the young man, almost shouting.
“Y-you want clients to bang me?!”
“This is a cafe, not a brothel! If you let me finish my sentence… So, as I was saying: this is a fetish cafe. In particular, this is a tickling cafe.”
“W-what does that mea-“ But the man talked over him. His face now grim suggested that it was better to let him talk.
“A-hem. So, the point of this cafe is simple. Patrons come here after a busy day at work, or whatever they do. They enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee in a cozy, familiar place, enjoy a tart or two and maybe play a bit with the server.”
“W-what? L-listen, I cannot… I cannot do this! I’m sorry b-but I must quit…”
“Oh, come on! Are you that afraid of a couple of tickles?”
“A-actually, I…” His face turned red as he paused, trying to find the best words he could not to sound ridiculous “L-listen, I’m incredibly ticklish, ok? I can’t stand it. I don’t want to have anything to do with it!”
The man again burst out into fragorous laughter.
“So that’s the problem? You are embarrassed because you’re too ticklish?”
“I- I haven’t said that I-“
“Listen, I’m running an activity here. I cannot afford to lose time. I can’t force you to do this, so if you want to go, go. After you pay the fine.”
“Wait, what fine?”
“I put a clause in the contract, since I’ve got in the past people that thought this was a joke, or pranking making me lose time. If you resign before two months without a valid excuse, you have to pay 5 thousands.”
“What?! But I… I don’t have that money!”
“That’s not my problem. You have two options. Do your job and get paid, or go away and pay me for the time you made me lose. It’s your choice.”
“I…”
“Ugh, listen. You seem like a good guy. Listen. I’ll give you some minutes here alone, think about what to do. After the time has passed, I’ll come back and ask what you decided. I’m sorry I sounded angry, I’m not. It’s just that it’s full of pranksters who don’t give a damn about people’s job. I can clearly see you’re not one of them.” And with that, he left the employees’ room, going back to the front of the shop.
Noah sat on the bench and though. And thought again. The place seemed nice, the pay was good but… getting tickled? It’s not like he hated it. Instead, deep down, he loved it. However… he was ticklish. Too much for his own good. A couple of scenes crossed his mind: that one time when he was a kid his friend tickled him so much he pissed himself… or that other time when at school he was tickled in the changing room. It was terrible, but in the end, maybe…
His thought flow was interrupted by the door opening. Was it already 5 minutes?
“So, what have you decided?”
“I think… I think I’ll try this.”
“Great! You are scrawny but brave, I see! Good. Now remove your underwear and come. Some clients have arrived.” And he left again the room.
Noah slowly removed his black underwear and looked himself in the mirror. He felt… exposed, but also excited. Maybe it was the adrenaline speaking, but he felt good and ready. He tied his apron: a string passed just under his smooth butt. He went into the cafe. He could see two people there: two men, one was a bit older than him, and one that must have been the same age of the owner. The older looking one was already served.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. This is my new server, Noah. Be gentle with him.” Herman said.
Noah went to the younger man’s table, his movements slow and awkward.
“H-hi, what do you w-want to order?” he tried to put on his best courtesy smile, but his anxiety was evident.
“Hey, you have nothing to worry about. We’re like family here, yeah?” he said with a smile that warmed Noah’s mind. “Here. I’ll take a latte and… can you bring me a fruit tart?”
“S-sure.” He said with a somewhat calmer tone. The world didn’t explode. Nothing happend. He felt reassured.
He walked behind the counter and prepared the order, then he took it at the table. The man sipped at his coffee, and smiled.
“It’s perfect, thanks. You know, Herman, he might be even better than you!” he said, giggling.
“I said to treat him nicely, not to lie in his face!” Again his thunderous laughter.
Before he could leave the table, Noah felt something at his side. A slight caress, a small touch… enough to send him jumping.
“Oh come on, I merely touched you.”
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just that-“
“Don’t worry. A ticklish server is always cute.” He said, as he squeezed with his hand.
“T-tha-ahahanks…” Noah said, already giggling.
Soon the other patron spoke:
“Hey, Herman! This guy seems extremely ticklish. Where did you find him?”
“As everything nowadays, the internet!”
“Heh, I’m sure we’ll see some good ones!”
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Two weeks passed by. Noah went to his new job every day, and he kinda enjoyed it. Herman wasn’t lying: it was a tight knit community. Some people came by every night, of all the ages and genders: he chit chatted with them, and started learning their tastes. He learned this way why the display was so colourful. To his surprise, not everyone tickled him: some patrons were there just for a nice cup of coffee and for the atmosphere. Though some tickled, and did it hard, especially after learning of Noah’s ticklishness. As he thought, he still was unbelievably ticklish, but secretly enjoyed being tormented.
That night was like all the others. Noah showed up in time, put on his uniform and started working. It seemed there was a few people more than usual, but it wasn’t anything strange. After a couple hours passed, the door opened and a young man, younger than Noah, entered the cafe. He had short, buzzed blond hair, and was wearing a black coat. In his hand he had a laptop.
“Welcome to the Smile Café! Please sit and ask our server anything you want. You are a new face, do you know about this establishment?” thundered Herman‘s voice.
“Yeah… a friend told me about it. Can I use my laptop?”
“Sure, no problem! The WiFi password is in the receipt. Please choose a table to sit. Can I ask you your name? One of the benefits of having a small place is the possibility of knowing the customers by name.”
“Sure. It’s Tyler.” He chose a table near the window. He removed his coat and sat down. He was wearing a black t-shirt bearing the logo of a band. Noah got near him, and talked:
“Hi, welcome to the Smile Café. What do you want to order?”
The guy took a few seconds to answer, too busy turning on his laptop.
“…just a coffee.”
“And would you like something to eat with it?”
“No, just the coffee.”
“Sure, I’ll bring it immediately”. As he went to prepare an espresso, someone caressed his passing hip, making him giggle.
The new guy looked at it, seemingly amazed. When Noah brought him his coffee, he didn’t even thank him.
“So it is real, huh?”
“Uhm… what?” he said with a smile.
“The bar’s… whole thing. I mean, you are more than half naked, I did notice that. But about the… tickling. It’s real?”
Noah stood there for a couple of moments. While it was true that he was starting to grow accustomed to his situation, it was still embarrassing.
“Y…yeah, it is.”
“So I can just… tickle you?”
“I-I mean… i-if you wan-nmghahahahahah!” He wasn’t given time to finish his sentence that the guy immediately started squeezing Noah’s hip.
“Huh. I can’t believe this stuff is real. And you can’t remove my hands?” He said, while continuing his squeezes, and only increasing them in intensity.
“T-tehehehehchnicahahahlly n-nohohoh” he said, still holding the coffee on a round trail.
“Huh. Well, cool. And you seem ticklish alright. I could come here more often. I wonder if…”
As Noah was trying to put the coffee down from the trail to the table, the young man’s hand lifted, squeezing instead his bare side, making him jerk. The result was expectable: the sudden movement made the coffee lose its balance, and was spilled on the table, wetting the customer’s laptop.
“Fuck! What have you done?!” he said getting up, trying to mash his now unresponsive keyboard.
Noah had a panicked look on his face.
“i-I’m sorry, wait, I’ll… I’ll bring you some tissues-“
“Will your tissue magically repair my fucking laptop?!” he raised his voice, and everyone in the cafe was turned to them. AHermanted, Herman came quickly.
“What happened?”
“It’s your server, here. He spilled coffee on my laptop, and now it’s broken! I can’t believe it! You must be joking! You know how much this costs?!”
He was more than raging. His voice was only getting higher, and the patrons continued to look, though a couple of them where smirking. Herman tried to calm the man down, and after a couple of minutes of de-escalation, he managed to make him sit down.
“I’m very, very sorry for what happened. Do not worry, the cafe will pay in full for your damages.”
“That’s the minimum!”
“I know you’re mad, and I feel for you. However, other than the repayment, I have a small extra for you. If you can wait here for a moment. Noah, please, can you clear that table?” he pointed to a table they always had in the cafe: it was always of a dark brown color, but this one was a bit talHerman and rectangular. There was always something on top of it, some newspapers or magazines. Then, he stormed off the back of the building. He came back after a couple of minutes, finding the table nice and clean, cleared of stuff and brought more in the center of the cafe.
“Perfect. Sir, once again I am deeply sorry for what happened. Here, I hope this will make up in some way.”
Noah felt a push, and found himself with his back against the table. Boss’ muscles weren’t just for show, that was for sure. Before he could even start to wonder what was happening, he felt his arms being taken and brought over his head and lowered a bit. Then he felt something moving along his wrists: was it… rope? When he tried to move his arms again, he found that they were immovable. Then, he felt the same with his legs: the table was short enough so that that his knees would be just out of it. His dangling legs were tied to the two remaining table legs. Trying to move, he found that he couldn’t, at all.
“W-what’s going on?! Hey! What is this?!”
“Sorry, Noah. If you cared to take some time and read the contract, you would already know. You damaged a client, and to make up for it, you will stay like this for the rest of your shift.”
Noah tried with all his might to break his bonds, to no avail. He heard some giggling, and looking around he noticed the various patrons looking at him. He blushed, and tried once again to get free. He stopped only when he looked at the younger guy’s smirking face.
“So. You’re saying I can use him?”
“Exactly. Our establishment once again offers its sorries for the damages.” He bowed a little, and retreated to his position behind the counter.
Noah was panicking. He couldn’t believe what he heard.
“Wait! I-I’m sorry for what I did but this- this is too m-mUHUHUHCHAHAH!” his sentence was cut short by the man’s hand squeezing his side again, only that now he couldn’t escape. He could merely jerk his torso, not enough to escape the torturous sensation.
“Maybe It wasn’t a waste of time to come here, after all.” He smirked, as he started caressing Noah’s sides. “So… are you sorry?”
“I- I a-ahahm… Y-you don’t- ha-have to do this…” The slow, continuous teasing on his sides was already driving him crazy. He feared being tickled, but this appeared to be even worse, not granting him the relief of laughter.
“You’re right, I don’t have to. But you broke my laptop, so you deserve this.” The slow teasing continued for several minutes. Tyler took his time, exploring every inch of Noah’s exposed body with his warm fingers, travelling from his hips to his underarms, stopping to count every exposed rib, all the wile Noah couldn’t stop whining and moving. Though, he still couldn’t bring himself to laugh, just a mess of giggles and pleads. A small bulge was also noticeable on the green, thight apron…
“P-plehase, I… I cahn’t stand this anymore! It’s t-tohoh much, plehehase j-just do ihit!”
“So, you’re asking me to tickle you?” Tyler said, suddenly stopping the teasing.
“Y-yehehs! The teasing… i-it’s too much for me…” He took the short grace period to regain his breath.
“Well then cutie, remember that you asked for this.” And so, he digges in Noah’s sensitive sides, already weak from all the teasing.
“A-AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT” Part of Noah was glad to be finally he able to release his tension. The other one, though, remembered his incredible ticklishness.
The tickling went on, filling the cafe with the laughter of the poor guy. The other patrons watched amused, giggling among themselves, while Noah continued to try and free himself. Soon, Tyler changed his victim, and started scratching Noah’s armpits, which sent Noah in a frenzy.
“NO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOHOHOHOHOP! NOHOHOH I BEHEHEHEHEHEHEG YOHOHOU NOHOHOHOHOH!” He couldn’t believe how much it was tickling him. He never felt like that, his entire mind was focused on the electric sensations coursing through his body, and he felt a slow heat rising from inside him.
“Hey. Are you enjoying this?” Tyler said, stopping himself. “Heh. Your nipples are hard as rock, man. You’re such a pervert! I wonder if you’re ticklish there as well” And so, he started lightly tickling the now exposed nipples with his fingers, immediately producing a wave of laughter from the now red Noah.
The tickling was, after a while, interrupted by Herman, who came at the side of the table Noah was strapped on.
“T-thank you… Please free me…” He panted, clearly exhausted.
“Free you? The customer doesn’t appear to be over yet. No, I’ve come because I found this box. It could be… useful.” He put a box on Tyler’s table, outside Noah’s view. He proceeded back to his position, but stopped after looking at Noah another time. “Oh. It appears you stained you apron, before. It is unacceptable to wear dirty clothes in front of the customers. Luckily we have a small laundry too in the back.” After saying so, in a couple of rapid moves he undid Noah’s apron, and removed it, exposing his pale, smooth slim body.
“Wait, what?! No! Stop!” But, obviously, he couldn’t do anything. He looked down on himself, and he could only see his now hard and erect penis, now on show for everyone. And Tyler smiling at him. He wanted to say something, anything, but he was still in shock. And also, Herman wasn’t there anymore. He only regained part of his composure when something… bright and colourful appeared in his field of vision. A big, soft looking feather in Tyler’s hand.
“Eheh. I wonder if you’re feather ticklish too.” He tried stroking the feather on Noah’s cock, immediately provoking a reaction.
“N-noh, whahait w-whahat are you dohohoing” The soft feather was caressing his penis, from his head to his shaft, making it twitch uncontrollably, and making Noah giggle. The heat he felt before was now burning him from inside.
“God, you’re pathetic. But remember, this is a punishment. You shouldn’t enjoy this too much.” And so he stopped his teasing, making Noah tense up. Instead, he started moving it lower, lightly tickling his balls, and then lowered again, reaching his inner thighs and perineum, making him start laughing immediately. “Looks like we struck gold!”
“NOHOHOHOH! STOHOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHAHAHAHSE NOHOHOH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” He couldn’t believe he was laughing so much from a simple feather, and in such a location. “PLEHEHEHAHAHASE NOT THEHEHEHERE I-I’M GOHOHOHOING TO-OHOHOH”
“Well, if you as so nicely, ok. I’ll stop.” Right when Noah was reaching the climax, the tickling stopped. He was relieved at first, but soon discovered his need for relief was strong.
His body turned red from the embarrassment. What was he thinking? He only just remembered where he was. But his mind could only think about the tickling and his much needed relief.
The tickling soon started again. Tyler alternated between tickling Noah’s cock, his ass and letting him rest. Soon he was reduced to a giggling, pleading mess, but Tyler denied him of the climax. After a while, tears started forming in his eyes.
“I almost feel pity. You really want for this to stop, eh?” He asked, smirking.
“Y-yehahahahah, plehehahahahase! I can’t… do this ahahahnymohohohore!”
“Ok, ok, I will. After you beg me.” He started stroking again Noah’s perineum with the soft feather.
“PlEHEHEAHAHAHASE! I’M BEHEHEHEHGGING YOU, L-LEHEHEHEHEHT ME CUHUHUM!”
“And will you let me play with you again?” He said increasing the speed of his torture.
“YEHEHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHANYTHIHIHING! PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHASE!”
Taken by pity, lust, or maybe just tiredness, Tyler abided to Noah’s pleads, and continued tickling, now not stopping leaving him edging, and continued until he bursted with a thick stream of semen, which fell on his stomach. He put the feather back in the box, and grabbed and put his coat back on. “Heh, it was fun”. As he was about to turn, Herman appeared behind him, laptop and apron in hand.
“Sir, I have food news. It appears your laptop is working again. It was just a little humidity, and now it seems to be perfectly usable.” He said, handing the laptop to the customer.
“Great. Thanks. And see you soon, Noah” He smirked again, picked up his things and exited the cafe.
Herman looked at Noah, still strapped to the table. “Your apron’s ready. You’re lucky that laptop is working, and the customer is happy. Take this experience as a warning. Now, come on, I’ll-“ he stopped when he noticed Noah’s condition. “If you put your apron on like this, you’ll only stain it again. Wait there, I’ll go grab something to clean you. Don’t worry, it will only tickle a bit.”
Noah tried to protest, but he didn’t have any energy. He looked at Noah disappear, and then reapper a minute later, with some water, a soft looking brush and a bottle with some strange liquid inside…
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He finally found it. Since the sun was already set, it did cause him not a few recognising the place, but then noticed the light at the end of the street, followed by the green sign. He tried to peek inside, but the window, albeit huge, was made of some kind of semi-opaque glass.
“Smile café, eh? Finally.” He looked at his watch. “8.59pm. Perfect, I’m still on time. I would have hated to be late on my first day.” And as he thought so, he opened the door.
The first thing that hit him was the warmth of the place, in contrast with the cold of the first winter air that he had to walk and wonder into to arrive at this place. Next was the aroma of freshly ground coffee that filled his nostrils and made him forget, at least for a moment, the place he was in. A voice broke this contemplative moment:
“Welcome to the Smile Café, how can I help you?”
Turning to the right, there was a counter that filled the entire side of the shop, and in the end, near the entrance, a cash register and a man sitting behind him. He was tall and muscular, and was wearing a green outfit; he must have been in his 30s, no less than that. Despite hits appearence, his voice was gentle.
“I’m… here for the job as a waiter.”
“Oh, so you must be Noah!” He said, smiling.
“Yes. Sorry if I’m almost late, but I couldn’t really find the place.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I know it blends very well with the surroundings. And other than that as you can see there’s not many people here yet. Come, let me show you the place. Though this will be a rather short tour.”
Noah took his time to look around the cafe. It was small but cozy. There were 10 dark, round wooden tables, each one with a couple of chairs. The walls were cream coloure, with some pictures scattered. From some shelves plants and various objects gave the place colour. The atmosphere was made cozier by the low hanging lamps and their warm light. The counter continued after the register: a small space to let employees through, then a display that covered the rest of the length of the shop: inside were many kinds of desserts, from small cakes to brioche and different pastries, and a few colorful sandwiches. Behind it, on a counter against the wall, were a couple of expensive looking coffee machine. Noah took a moment, wondering why such a small place had so many different foods.
“You like them?” thundered the voice of the man that was now getting up, revealing more of his toned body. It also made more visible his outfit: it was plain green, and in the middle of it was a white cup of coffee with a feather underneath. “I make all these myself! You know, I always had a sweet tooth, and when I opened this place I found the perfect opportunity to test all kinds of recipes. The luck of this place being so small and open nights only is that you form a real connection with customers, you see?”
Noah looked at him again. He couldn’t really picture that big man behind a oven with mittens baking warm cookies, though the idea made him smile.
“Oh, so you are Mr. Boss?”
“Please, call me Herman. But yes, I am. Boss Herman, owner of the Smile Café and currently sole employee, after your predecessor upped and left without saying a word. That is why I didn’t really have time to make an interview or even let you see the place before, and just hired you online!”
“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. The offer was good, and it’s rare to find many nice jobs at night. Though I was shocked when I looked for the place online and found nothing. I worried it might be a scam.”
The man laughed. “Yeah, I cannot blame you. A good offer for a place that doesn’t seem to exist! Sorry to had you worried, it’s just that I’m not too good with computers. And the customers we have are enough to make this place keep going. With how things are nowadays, small, quirky places like this one risk getting invaded.”
“Yeah, I can understand that. I must say, this place truly is something. You did everything yourself?”
The man seemed to blush a bit. “Yeah. It was always a dream of mine to open a cafe, since when I was a kid. This, or becoming a super hero. But that seemed too tiring.” He laugh thundered in the small cafe “Well, I have here your uniform. Thanks for telling me your size. I must say, for a 23 year old you look a bit skinny! If you ever want to put on some muscles, don’t be shy and call me! I always enjoy training with buddies!” he laughed again. “Behind this door, on the right you will find a small employees’ area. There should be everything you need in there.”
And with that, he gave Noah a surprisingly light brown bag. He walked behind the counter and opened the dark, wooden door. In front of him was a small area, with a door for every wall. He opened the right one, and as Noah said, was a small employee area. There was a grey metal storage closet, divided in two sides, a small bench and a mirror. Then, a small window on top, and another door, probably leading to a bathroom.
Noah undressed to his underwear, then opened the bag. Inside was a big, green apron with the cafe’s logo, and a pair of Brown and green comfortable sandals.
“That’s all…?” the young man thought to himself. Believing there must have been some error, he called Herman.
“What’s wrong?” the man asked from outside the door.
“I think something is missing from the bag.”
“Oh, don’t worry! Try it on, you’ll see that it fits well.”
Noah doubted he was wrong, but put on the apron and sandals nonetheless. The apron was long, and it arrived to his thighs, but it was also quite narrow: his entire arms were visible, it barely covered his nipples and it exposed all his sides and butt.
“Yeah, no as I thought something is definitely wrong here.”
“Can I come in?” said the voice from the other side of the door.
“Sure.”
Herman opened the door and looked at Noah. He made a sign to tell him to make a couple of steps, and to turn around. Then, he spoke:
“It fits perfectly! But yeah something is wrong alright.”
“So what do I do? I stay in my normal clothes until a new uniform arrives?”
The man laughed “What are you talking about? I meant your underwear! It needs to go!”
The young man was speechless for a second.
“W-what do you mean it has to go?”
“I mean that it’s not part of the uniform!”
“But you only gave me an apron! And a revealing one, at that.”
“Yes. Because that’s the uniform.”
“W-what?! You expect me to serve tables dressed like that?!”
Herman bursted again with his loud laughter.
“I suppose you haven’t read the contract, eh? You did seem a bit too calm for this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Listen, I’ll make this short for the both of you and me. This isn’t a normal coffee shop. If you took the time to look at the contact you signed, you’d see this is a… particular cafe-” he was interrupted by the young man, almost shouting.
“Y-you want clients to bang me?!”
“This is a cafe, not a brothel! If you let me finish my sentence… So, as I was saying: this is a fetish cafe. In particular, this is a tickling cafe.”
“W-what does that mea-“ But the man talked over him. His face now grim suggested that it was better to let him talk.
“A-hem. So, the point of this cafe is simple. Patrons come here after a busy day at work, or whatever they do. They enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee in a cozy, familiar place, enjoy a tart or two and maybe play a bit with the server.”
“W-what? L-listen, I cannot… I cannot do this! I’m sorry b-but I must quit…”
“Oh, come on! Are you that afraid of a couple of tickles?”
“A-actually, I…” His face turned red as he paused, trying to find the best words he could not to sound ridiculous “L-listen, I’m incredibly ticklish, ok? I can’t stand it. I don’t want to have anything to do with it!”
The man again burst out into fragorous laughter.
“So that’s the problem? You are embarrassed because you’re too ticklish?”
“I- I haven’t said that I-“
“Listen, I’m running an activity here. I cannot afford to lose time. I can’t force you to do this, so if you want to go, go. After you pay the fine.”
“Wait, what fine?”
“I put a clause in the contract, since I’ve got in the past people that thought this was a joke, or pranking making me lose time. If you resign before two months without a valid excuse, you have to pay 5 thousands.”
“What?! But I… I don’t have that money!”
“That’s not my problem. You have two options. Do your job and get paid, or go away and pay me for the time you made me lose. It’s your choice.”
“I…”
“Ugh, listen. You seem like a good guy. Listen. I’ll give you some minutes here alone, think about what to do. After the time has passed, I’ll come back and ask what you decided. I’m sorry I sounded angry, I’m not. It’s just that it’s full of pranksters who don’t give a damn about people’s job. I can clearly see you’re not one of them.” And with that, he left the employees’ room, going back to the front of the shop.
Noah sat on the bench and though. And thought again. The place seemed nice, the pay was good but… getting tickled? It’s not like he hated it. Instead, deep down, he loved it. However… he was ticklish. Too much for his own good. A couple of scenes crossed his mind: that one time when he was a kid his friend tickled him so much he pissed himself… or that other time when at school he was tickled in the changing room. It was terrible, but in the end, maybe…
His thought flow was interrupted by the door opening. Was it already 5 minutes?
“So, what have you decided?”
“I think… I think I’ll try this.”
“Great! You are scrawny but brave, I see! Good. Now remove your underwear and come. Some clients have arrived.” And he left again the room.
Noah slowly removed his black underwear and looked himself in the mirror. He felt… exposed, but also excited. Maybe it was the adrenaline speaking, but he felt good and ready. He tied his apron: a string passed just under his smooth butt. He went into the cafe. He could see two people there: two men, one was a bit older than him, and one that must have been the same age of the owner. The older looking one was already served.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. This is my new server, Noah. Be gentle with him.” Herman said.
Noah went to the younger man’s table, his movements slow and awkward.
“H-hi, what do you w-want to order?” he tried to put on his best courtesy smile, but his anxiety was evident.
“Hey, you have nothing to worry about. We’re like family here, yeah?” he said with a smile that warmed Noah’s mind. “Here. I’ll take a latte and… can you bring me a fruit tart?”
“S-sure.” He said with a somewhat calmer tone. The world didn’t explode. Nothing happend. He felt reassured.
He walked behind the counter and prepared the order, then he took it at the table. The man sipped at his coffee, and smiled.
“It’s perfect, thanks. You know, Herman, he might be even better than you!” he said, giggling.
“I said to treat him nicely, not to lie in his face!” Again his thunderous laughter.
Before he could leave the table, Noah felt something at his side. A slight caress, a small touch… enough to send him jumping.
“Oh come on, I merely touched you.”
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just that-“
“Don’t worry. A ticklish server is always cute.” He said, as he squeezed with his hand.
“T-tha-ahahanks…” Noah said, already giggling.
Soon the other patron spoke:
“Hey, Herman! This guy seems extremely ticklish. Where did you find him?”
“As everything nowadays, the internet!”
“Heh, I’m sure we’ll see some good ones!”
******
Two weeks passed by. Noah went to his new job every day, and he kinda enjoyed it. Herman wasn’t lying: it was a tight knit community. Some people came by every night, of all the ages and genders: he chit chatted with them, and started learning their tastes. He learned this way why the display was so colourful. To his surprise, not everyone tickled him: some patrons were there just for a nice cup of coffee and for the atmosphere. Though some tickled, and did it hard, especially after learning of Noah’s ticklishness. As he thought, he still was unbelievably ticklish, but secretly enjoyed being tormented.
That night was like all the others. Noah showed up in time, put on his uniform and started working. It seemed there was a few people more than usual, but it wasn’t anything strange. After a couple hours passed, the door opened and a young man, younger than Noah, entered the cafe. He had short, buzzed blond hair, and was wearing a black coat. In his hand he had a laptop.
“Welcome to the Smile Café! Please sit and ask our server anything you want. You are a new face, do you know about this establishment?” thundered Herman‘s voice.
“Yeah… a friend told me about it. Can I use my laptop?”
“Sure, no problem! The WiFi password is in the receipt. Please choose a table to sit. Can I ask you your name? One of the benefits of having a small place is the possibility of knowing the customers by name.”
“Sure. It’s Tyler.” He chose a table near the window. He removed his coat and sat down. He was wearing a black t-shirt bearing the logo of a band. Noah got near him, and talked:
“Hi, welcome to the Smile Café. What do you want to order?”
The guy took a few seconds to answer, too busy turning on his laptop.
“…just a coffee.”
“And would you like something to eat with it?”
“No, just the coffee.”
“Sure, I’ll bring it immediately”. As he went to prepare an espresso, someone caressed his passing hip, making him giggle.
The new guy looked at it, seemingly amazed. When Noah brought him his coffee, he didn’t even thank him.
“So it is real, huh?”
“Uhm… what?” he said with a smile.
“The bar’s… whole thing. I mean, you are more than half naked, I did notice that. But about the… tickling. It’s real?”
Noah stood there for a couple of moments. While it was true that he was starting to grow accustomed to his situation, it was still embarrassing.
“Y…yeah, it is.”
“So I can just… tickle you?”
“I-I mean… i-if you wan-nmghahahahahah!” He wasn’t given time to finish his sentence that the guy immediately started squeezing Noah’s hip.
“Huh. I can’t believe this stuff is real. And you can’t remove my hands?” He said, while continuing his squeezes, and only increasing them in intensity.
“T-tehehehehchnicahahahlly n-nohohoh” he said, still holding the coffee on a round trail.
“Huh. Well, cool. And you seem ticklish alright. I could come here more often. I wonder if…”
As Noah was trying to put the coffee down from the trail to the table, the young man’s hand lifted, squeezing instead his bare side, making him jerk. The result was expectable: the sudden movement made the coffee lose its balance, and was spilled on the table, wetting the customer’s laptop.
“Fuck! What have you done?!” he said getting up, trying to mash his now unresponsive keyboard.
Noah had a panicked look on his face.
“i-I’m sorry, wait, I’ll… I’ll bring you some tissues-“
“Will your tissue magically repair my fucking laptop?!” he raised his voice, and everyone in the cafe was turned to them. AHermanted, Herman came quickly.
“What happened?”
“It’s your server, here. He spilled coffee on my laptop, and now it’s broken! I can’t believe it! You must be joking! You know how much this costs?!”
He was more than raging. His voice was only getting higher, and the patrons continued to look, though a couple of them where smirking. Herman tried to calm the man down, and after a couple of minutes of de-escalation, he managed to make him sit down.
“I’m very, very sorry for what happened. Do not worry, the cafe will pay in full for your damages.”
“That’s the minimum!”
“I know you’re mad, and I feel for you. However, other than the repayment, I have a small extra for you. If you can wait here for a moment. Noah, please, can you clear that table?” he pointed to a table they always had in the cafe: it was always of a dark brown color, but this one was a bit talHerman and rectangular. There was always something on top of it, some newspapers or magazines. Then, he stormed off the back of the building. He came back after a couple of minutes, finding the table nice and clean, cleared of stuff and brought more in the center of the cafe.
“Perfect. Sir, once again I am deeply sorry for what happened. Here, I hope this will make up in some way.”
Noah felt a push, and found himself with his back against the table. Boss’ muscles weren’t just for show, that was for sure. Before he could even start to wonder what was happening, he felt his arms being taken and brought over his head and lowered a bit. Then he felt something moving along his wrists: was it… rope? When he tried to move his arms again, he found that they were immovable. Then, he felt the same with his legs: the table was short enough so that that his knees would be just out of it. His dangling legs were tied to the two remaining table legs. Trying to move, he found that he couldn’t, at all.
“W-what’s going on?! Hey! What is this?!”
“Sorry, Noah. If you cared to take some time and read the contract, you would already know. You damaged a client, and to make up for it, you will stay like this for the rest of your shift.”
Noah tried with all his might to break his bonds, to no avail. He heard some giggling, and looking around he noticed the various patrons looking at him. He blushed, and tried once again to get free. He stopped only when he looked at the younger guy’s smirking face.
“So. You’re saying I can use him?”
“Exactly. Our establishment once again offers its sorries for the damages.” He bowed a little, and retreated to his position behind the counter.
Noah was panicking. He couldn’t believe what he heard.
“Wait! I-I’m sorry for what I did but this- this is too m-mUHUHUHCHAHAH!” his sentence was cut short by the man’s hand squeezing his side again, only that now he couldn’t escape. He could merely jerk his torso, not enough to escape the torturous sensation.
“Maybe It wasn’t a waste of time to come here, after all.” He smirked, as he started caressing Noah’s sides. “So… are you sorry?”
“I- I a-ahahm… Y-you don’t- ha-have to do this…” The slow, continuous teasing on his sides was already driving him crazy. He feared being tickled, but this appeared to be even worse, not granting him the relief of laughter.
“You’re right, I don’t have to. But you broke my laptop, so you deserve this.” The slow teasing continued for several minutes. Tyler took his time, exploring every inch of Noah’s exposed body with his warm fingers, travelling from his hips to his underarms, stopping to count every exposed rib, all the wile Noah couldn’t stop whining and moving. Though, he still couldn’t bring himself to laugh, just a mess of giggles and pleads. A small bulge was also noticeable on the green, thight apron…
“P-plehase, I… I cahn’t stand this anymore! It’s t-tohoh much, plehehase j-just do ihit!”
“So, you’re asking me to tickle you?” Tyler said, suddenly stopping the teasing.
“Y-yehehs! The teasing… i-it’s too much for me…” He took the short grace period to regain his breath.
“Well then cutie, remember that you asked for this.” And so, he digges in Noah’s sensitive sides, already weak from all the teasing.
“A-AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT” Part of Noah was glad to be finally he able to release his tension. The other one, though, remembered his incredible ticklishness.
The tickling went on, filling the cafe with the laughter of the poor guy. The other patrons watched amused, giggling among themselves, while Noah continued to try and free himself. Soon, Tyler changed his victim, and started scratching Noah’s armpits, which sent Noah in a frenzy.
“NO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOHOHOHOHOP! NOHOHOH I BEHEHEHEHEHEHEG YOHOHOU NOHOHOHOHOH!” He couldn’t believe how much it was tickling him. He never felt like that, his entire mind was focused on the electric sensations coursing through his body, and he felt a slow heat rising from inside him.
“Hey. Are you enjoying this?” Tyler said, stopping himself. “Heh. Your nipples are hard as rock, man. You’re such a pervert! I wonder if you’re ticklish there as well” And so, he started lightly tickling the now exposed nipples with his fingers, immediately producing a wave of laughter from the now red Noah.
The tickling was, after a while, interrupted by Herman, who came at the side of the table Noah was strapped on.
“T-thank you… Please free me…” He panted, clearly exhausted.
“Free you? The customer doesn’t appear to be over yet. No, I’ve come because I found this box. It could be… useful.” He put a box on Tyler’s table, outside Noah’s view. He proceeded back to his position, but stopped after looking at Noah another time. “Oh. It appears you stained you apron, before. It is unacceptable to wear dirty clothes in front of the customers. Luckily we have a small laundry too in the back.” After saying so, in a couple of rapid moves he undid Noah’s apron, and removed it, exposing his pale, smooth slim body.
“Wait, what?! No! Stop!” But, obviously, he couldn’t do anything. He looked down on himself, and he could only see his now hard and erect penis, now on show for everyone. And Tyler smiling at him. He wanted to say something, anything, but he was still in shock. And also, Herman wasn’t there anymore. He only regained part of his composure when something… bright and colourful appeared in his field of vision. A big, soft looking feather in Tyler’s hand.
“Eheh. I wonder if you’re feather ticklish too.” He tried stroking the feather on Noah’s cock, immediately provoking a reaction.
“N-noh, whahait w-whahat are you dohohoing” The soft feather was caressing his penis, from his head to his shaft, making it twitch uncontrollably, and making Noah giggle. The heat he felt before was now burning him from inside.
“God, you’re pathetic. But remember, this is a punishment. You shouldn’t enjoy this too much.” And so he stopped his teasing, making Noah tense up. Instead, he started moving it lower, lightly tickling his balls, and then lowered again, reaching his inner thighs and perineum, making him start laughing immediately. “Looks like we struck gold!”
“NOHOHOHOH! STOHOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHAHAHAHSE NOHOHOH NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” He couldn’t believe he was laughing so much from a simple feather, and in such a location. “PLEHEHEHAHAHASE NOT THEHEHEHERE I-I’M GOHOHOHOING TO-OHOHOH”
“Well, if you as so nicely, ok. I’ll stop.” Right when Noah was reaching the climax, the tickling stopped. He was relieved at first, but soon discovered his need for relief was strong.
His body turned red from the embarrassment. What was he thinking? He only just remembered where he was. But his mind could only think about the tickling and his much needed relief.
The tickling soon started again. Tyler alternated between tickling Noah’s cock, his ass and letting him rest. Soon he was reduced to a giggling, pleading mess, but Tyler denied him of the climax. After a while, tears started forming in his eyes.
“I almost feel pity. You really want for this to stop, eh?” He asked, smirking.
“Y-yehahahahah, plehehahahahase! I can’t… do this ahahahnymohohohore!”
“Ok, ok, I will. After you beg me.” He started stroking again Noah’s perineum with the soft feather.
“PlEHEHEAHAHAHASE! I’M BEHEHEHEHGGING YOU, L-LEHEHEHEHEHT ME CUHUHUM!”
“And will you let me play with you again?” He said increasing the speed of his torture.
“YEHEHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHANYTHIHIHING! PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHASE! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHASE!”
Taken by pity, lust, or maybe just tiredness, Tyler abided to Noah’s pleads, and continued tickling, now not stopping leaving him edging, and continued until he bursted with a thick stream of semen, which fell on his stomach. He put the feather back in the box, and grabbed and put his coat back on. “Heh, it was fun”. As he was about to turn, Herman appeared behind him, laptop and apron in hand.
“Sir, I have food news. It appears your laptop is working again. It was just a little humidity, and now it seems to be perfectly usable.” He said, handing the laptop to the customer.
“Great. Thanks. And see you soon, Noah” He smirked again, picked up his things and exited the cafe.
Herman looked at Noah, still strapped to the table. “Your apron’s ready. You’re lucky that laptop is working, and the customer is happy. Take this experience as a warning. Now, come on, I’ll-“ he stopped when he noticed Noah’s condition. “If you put your apron on like this, you’ll only stain it again. Wait there, I’ll go grab something to clean you. Don’t worry, it will only tickle a bit.”
Noah tried to protest, but he didn’t have any energy. He looked at Noah disappear, and then reapper a minute later, with some water, a soft looking brush and a bottle with some strange liquid inside…
