Merry late Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone! I've been busy with IRL things over this past month and couldn't really get the time to write, but I've dug up an RP story that I co-wrote recently with a friend of mine, ffeettoonn, whose DeviantArt profile can be found here. I've written a story about tickling and a story about CBT, so why not a story with both? The character of Chase is ffeettoonn's, and is part of his superhero universe with plenty of fetish-centric OCs, and I'm glad to have written my own character alongside him. If you want to know what he looks like, check out these two wonderful commissions made for his creator:
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as we did writing it, and hopefully we won't see the last of Chase and my own superhero character as 2018 rolls in!
Speaking of superheroes, I'm currently working on the next two chapters of "Prometheus Busted", and hopefully I should be able to have them done over the next few weeks. I can't guarantee swift progress in terms of writing due to the aforementioned real-life concerns, but hopefully, barring any life-changing incidents of course, I'll be able to update this blog with more erotic and fluff stories in the near future. Much to the detriment of poor Tristan's nads, obviously. ;)
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Beach Balls
by Skaea
Contains: M/M and */M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling; */M ballbusting; M/M urethral play. NSFW with sexual elements, but no permanent trauma.
Word Count: 5,941
Ah, the beach. A perfect place for rest and relaxation, with sparkling white sand and a peaceful ocean which almost seems to blend into the sky above. On a warm summer's day like this, it was only natural that people of all ages would be out and about, soaking up the sun or playing in the surf.
This particular beach was one of the more interesting ones, if only because it was often visited by certain people with some very special characteristics. That, and the welcome sign was augmented with a plaque reading "Nude Beach: No trunks? No problem!"
For a young man named Chase, today seemed like a good day. Surfing, sunbathing, and babes in bikinis - what more could he ask for? He felt like he was on top of the world, and no matter what the world threw at him, he'd be able to take it.
Right now, Chase was headed towards the ocean, surfboard in hand. The youthful blond was certainly fetching enough to attract the attention of anyone looking for a good time, wearing a black rashguard and green swim trunks over his athletic physique. He had black ankle tape on as well, though that was pretty much the only thing between his otherwise bare soles and the hot sand.
Nonetheless, his stride was smooth, confident, almost haughty. Nothing could keep him away from his afternoon of pleasantries - not the heat of the midday sun, not the brisk coldness of the ocean waves, not even the act of stubbing his toe on a heavy plastic cooler.
Okay, well, that last one might be able to stop him, if only for just a little bit.
"Gah! W-whose cooler is this?!"
The cooler belonged to a young man who was currently sunbathing on a towel next to the cooler, who had long blue hair and was currently dressed in light blue swimming trunks. He looked up indignantly at the person who had tripped over his cooler. "Excuse me, sir... Those are my drinks you're stepping on."
Chase glared down at the blue-haired man, feeling more than a little annoyed. "Well, excuse you, but they were in my way!" he retorted, kicking some sand onto the hapless sunbather.
Spitting sand out of his mouth, the blue-haired man sat up and gave him an annoyed look. "I could just put them aside if you want. You don't have to be so rude about it..."
"I'll be as rude as I want, loser." Without giving him a moment's warning, Chase proceeded to press his bare heel against the blue-haired man's crotch.
The sunbather let out a surprised cry of pain. His hands instinctively flew to his groin only to meet Chase's foot. "I said, do you MIND?!"
"I do..." The blond smirked and pressed harder. "Just move your drinks, loser." With that, Chase moved his foot off the prone man, and did an about face without a second glance, heading to the waves to surf.
If one knew him only because of his attitude problem, they would never be able to make the connection between Chase and his alter-ego, Cadet K.O. He felt bad about his behavior when out of superhero attire, but it was a necessary evil - his mentor had taught him to be a bit of a bully, so as to not draw suspicion. It wasn't healthy, but if he could draw the attention of dangerous characters just by doing one good thing, he didn't have much choice in the matter.
As for the blue-haired man, he moaned in pain, covering his crotch. That guy was so rude. Just because he was polite doesn't mean he couldn't teach him a lesson...
