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...
An hour later or so, Chase returned. Trying as hard as he could not to think about the man he'd encountered earlier, he laid down on his carefully spread beach towel, and removed his rashguard as he prepared to sunbathe, crossing his bare ankles and letting his toes feel the summer breeze.
Still, he couldn't help but reach down to adjust his member. He didn't want to admit it, but he was a bit hard, and now he couldn't stop thinking about the blue-haired man, who he unfortunately couldn't see at the moment. Maybe if he saw him again, he'd get the sense to apologize for his behavior.
As it turned out, the other youth had moved to a different spot on the beach, away from that rude blond. He was on his way to get himself a popsicle when he noticed said man sunbathing on a beach towel. He rubbed his chin, remembering the "Nude Beach" sign that he'd seen when he'd arrived here.
A sharp pain in one of his toes made him yelp and look down. Lifting his foot, he noticed that a little crustacean had grabbed said toe with one of its claws, evidently because he'd stepped a little too close to its burrow. He managed to pull it off with a little painful yanking, holding it by one of its legs. And then an idea occurred to him. An idea that made his cock quiver slightly with anticipation...
Meanwhile, Chase uncrossed his ankles and began dozing off, unaware of his surroundings or anyone nearby or approaching. The superhero flexed and spread his toes as he yawned in the warmth of the sun. Soon, the blond man was fast asleep, so deeply that he had no idea that the blue-haired man was inbound, a shovel and a pail full of water in his hands. With a mischevious smirk, he started digging...
He was patting down the sand on top of the pile a good fifteen minutes later. At that moment, Chase felt the sudden padding, opening his eyes slowly - and promptly discovering that he was in quite a predicament! His mentor had warned him of a scenario like this, but he'd ignored the signs, much to his own detriment.
Paul smiled cheerfully and stepped away. He'd buried the young man with only his feet and head exposed, leaving the thinnest layer of sand over his crotch - for later. As it was now, though, he had other business to attend to. Chase, meanwhile, struggled under the sand. He turned his head this way and that, looking to see if he could find someone to help, but no one seemed to be around to dig him out, a realization which sunk in very quickly as he flexed and curled his toes.
"Oh, hey! You're finally awake!" Paul said, his smile broadening a little.
Chase heard the voice, finding it very familiar. "W-what the hell is this?!" He continued to struggle in the sand, surprised that he couldn't escape.
"You like my work? I adjusted the seawater consistency so that the salt crystallized when the fluid evaporated. You're basically stuck in one giant salt lick," he added with a little laugh. "The name's Paul, by the way. And you are?"
He glared but knew he had really no choice but to play along for now "Chase and wait you did what?! How?"
"Oh, you don't know? Well, let's just say that I'm quite at home by the sea. Mum's the word on that one, by the way. And sorry to break this to you, but you've violated a very important rule:" He leaned in so his face was inches from Chase's, his expression abnormally calm. "Don't piss off a beach-lover in his natural element."
"Beach-lover?" Chase was very confused at this, and slightly alarmed. "Is this about the drinks? Ugh, fine, I'm sorry, just let me out of here."
"You had your chance to back off, and you spat in its face," Paul replied sourly. "Lucky for you, I'm not a violent person. And I'm certainly not the kind of guy to sink to your level," he added, making a silent motion of his head towards the lapping ocean waves.
"I'm pretty sure putting me in a salt block makes your level lower than mine," Chase shot back.
"Hey now, don't look at me! I was just concerned that you'd struggle too much and hurt yourself. I was just trying to keep you safe, that's all."
"Safe?! This seems very unsafe!" Chase spread his toes, still wiggling a little in his sandy prison.
What he didn't realize was that a crab had scuttled forth from the waves, and was getting very near his bare feet. Paul smiled.
"Trust me, you'll be eating your words soon enough. You know how I said I'm not a violent person?"
"Yeah," Chase replied uneasily.
"The trouble is, I know folks who are." he replied, smirking. He winked at the crab, who immediately reached up and stroked the tip of its pincer down Chase's left arch.
"Hahahaa! W-what's that?!" Chase couldn't quite see what was poking him, but it was hard and tickled - and of course, Chase was ticklish. Very ticklish. Villains have used it to their advantage in the past. His toes flexed and sole wrinkled in an attempt to avoid the maddening sensation.
The crab continued its work, rubbing both of its claws across his soft sole. But there was more to come...
Chase continued to giggle, trying to look up and see the tickles' source. His toes wiggled and spread in defiance, but to no avail. "Stop stop hahaha!"
The crab continued tickling his sole, heedless of his words as it waited for Paul's signal. It also turned to its side and used its legs to tickle his arch and heel.
Chase began to giggle even harder as his forehead became sweaty. Within moments, his giggles became genuine laughter, curling his toes and wrinkling his sole. At the same time, though, he also realized what was tickling him. "W-wait, a crab?!"
"I guess now you know," Paul replied with a smirk. "Let 'im have it," he said to the crab.
Who proceeded to lock one of its pincers on his sole and tug at the skin. The reaction was instantaneous.
"Yeeowwwww!!!" Chase cried as his tender sole skin was pinched. Fortunately his him, his skin could never be broken, but pain signals were a different story. "G-get it off!"
The crab, of course, didn't let go; it climbed a little higher, grabbed another part of his foot, and continued tugging, while also using its legs to continue tickling his sole.
Chase alternated between laughs and teeth grinding winces as the crab pinched and climbed. He tried to wiggle and move his foot violently, but this did nothing.
Paul whistled, and then blew a little kiss at Chase. A second crab scuttled out of the water, clacking its claws.
Chase moaned in grief as he heard the second crab approach "D-dammit, no! W-what can I do to make you stop, huh?"
"Just say you're sorry for kicking me in the crotch, and I'll let you go." Paul winked again.
"I-I thought I did you, blue-haired crab-munching freak!" Chase glared, not amused by the agonizing antics.
Paul tsked and shook his head. "I didn't hear any sincerety in it that time... Aaaaand you just insulted me, so... Sorry I have to do this, but oh well."
Chase quivered as he heard the snap of a second claw, struggling in his salty binds. Now, both crabs began tugging at the skin of his soles, wiggling their legs over the arches and heels. Every so often, they'd also jab their legs painfully into particularly soft crevices in the skin.
Chase winced and groaned in pain as the crustaceans tortured his sensitive soles. "Get them off my feet! Ow ow owwwww! I swear, if I get out of this..." He ground his teeth and hissed wordlessly, the pain rendering him unable to finish his sentence.
"What will you do? You're not in the state to do anything, as far as I can tell," Paul replied cheerily. The crabs, meanwhile, scuttled up his feet, continuing to pinch and moving up towards his toes.
"Aaaaah! Oh nonono, not my toes!" Chase yelled. "You salty bastard! I stubbed my toes on your stupid cooler! And now - AAAGH! Dammit, stop, nooooo!" His toes wiggled wildly in defiance, but ot no avail.
"Technically, that was your own doing," Paul replied, snapping his fingers. The crabs began pinching his toes now, pulling at the pads and squeezing the stems.
Chase's eyes went wide in shock from the pain, his toes scrunching as hard as possible, but he was no match for the crabs and their powerful pincers. He realized this in the next instant as he started sweating from head to sore toe. "AIEEEEE! YOU PRICK, CALL THEM OFFFFF!!"
Paul shrugged as the crabs continued. "The more you yell at me, the harder they'll pinch. It's instinct!"
"NGAAAHHHH! N-NOOOO!!!" Chase was in trouble, and he could tell it was just beginning! But perhaps he could wear the little pests out?
"W-whatever idiot!" he snarled. "At least - OW! - I have real friends! AHHH!!"
Paul's eye twitched. He decided that now was the time for some drastic action. He whistled again, and a passing seagull started circling around above them.
Chase looked up, feeling a brief surge of hope. Maybe the seagull could snatch up at least one of the crabs, and he'd be able to work his way out of this after all. "I hope that bird hates you as much as I do," he growled.
"Quite the contrary," he replied, as the gull landed on the sand pile. "As a beach bum, I know my way around sea life. Both under the water... and over." The gull reared its head down and thrust its beak into the fragile crystal, making its way towards his crotch just centimeters below.
The moment he saw what the bird was up to, Chase's eyes went wide with terror. "L-let's talk! N-not there!" He felt a twinge of panic as the gull continued, forgetting about the crabs at his feet for the moment.
"Are you gonna promise that you'll stop being a douche, or are you gonna start screaming?" asked Paul.
The gull paused in its digging, cocking its head, and then thrust its beak into the sand, jabbing at something soft, round, and quite squishy.
Chase yelped louder than before, before clenching his teeth, toes, and fingers as that blasted beak poked his senstive, sweaty, and very full balls. He eyes went wide and crossed as well in pained shock.
"Is that a yes or a no?" Paul asked, as the gull nipped painfully at the hapless scrotum and started tugging a little.
Chase began screaming in pain, unable to apolgize even if he wanted to, his cock beginning to leak precum as the gull nipped his scrotum.
"No? Alrighty, then. Could you please pull 'em out of there, dear friend?" he asked to the gull, who proceeded to close the very sharp hooked tips of its beak like a pair of tweezers over his balls and started tugging.
Chase moaned in pain as each tender sweaty ball was yanked. His mind was full of pain, making him light-headed.
The crabs by now were clamped onto each of his pinky toes, hanging on by just the claws. The gull, meanwhile, had pulled the ballsack halfway through the tiny hole, and the first testicle was squeezed to half its width.
His smallest toes wiggled frantically as he coughed in pain from his constricted, tight balls. "Nonononono!"
With a squishy POP, the first ball came out, but that left the second one still stuck in the hole. The gull reached into the hole with its beak, clamped down, and started tugging, pulling the other testicle painfully through.
Chase moaned in pain as the first ball was exposed, and then started screaming even more and at a slightly higher pitch as the other emerged. "B-jadjno gah stoooop!!" he rambled randomly as pain shocked his pelvis and brain.
"Not until you apologize for stomping me in the groin," Paul cooed. The gull eyed its prize, squawking, and then pecked several times at each hapless testicle.
Each peck sent Chase into hysterical moans as he drooled in pained idicocy, unable to think, let alone apologize. Beneath the sand, his cock hardened and leaked.
Paul had stretched out his blanket next to the hapless Chase, so he lay down on it in the opposite direction that Chase was facing, so he could enjoy his handiwork. The gull was now grabbing Chase's hapless left testicle and was tugging at it while squeezing it in its beak, and the crabs were still hanging from his toes, clamping tight. The blond's hapless nuts were strong, and certainly weren't going to break anytime soon, but the pain was becoming too much to handle.
After a while of this torment, Paul whistled again, and the crabs released Chase's toes. The gull, its work done, gave up trying to pull the nutsack free and flew off, but that left the scrotum open while the crabs scuttled towards it, clicking their claws.
Chase breathed heavily, exhausted from the gull's gentical assault, wiggling his sore toes as he looked up and saw the crabs approaching "S-stop it..." he begged, his face red and slick with sweat.
"Saying sorry is pretty much mandatory, I'm afraid. Just come clean and admit that you were an ass, and we can part on friendlier terms. Capiche?"
Cue the crabs opening their claws, and then each taking its place in front of each juicy man-nut...
Chase was about to apologize, but became frozen with fear as he saw the claws open before his juicy albeit invulnerble testicles.
"So, do you want me to keep going or are you going to stop being mean?" asked Paul.
Chase gritted his teeth, not wanting to be wrong and remaining silent - thus sealing his demise.
Paul waited... and waited... and waited. No response came from the trapped youth, though, so in the end, he relented.
Next moment, there was a loud CLACK on either side of Chase's crotch, and each of his meaty testicles was nearly bisected by a vicious pincer, squeezed to a quarter of its normal diameter!
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUAGGGGGHHHHHHH! NO NO NONONO NOOOOOOOO!!!"
Chase emitted a shrill scream as he felt his ball crushed by the crab's claw. His eyes crossed as he yelled himself hoarse, his toes spreading all the way, his cock leaking more pre beneath the sand as he struggled to no avail against the crustacean attack.
Paul simply whistled innocently, pretending not to notice. At the same time, the crabs continued their assault, making each of his nuts balloon out to either side with increasing squeezes like guillotine blades. If it weren't for his invulnerability, they'd have bisected each testicle down the middle.
Chase was in a sea of utter agony, his hapless man-nuts at the mercy of those brutal, heavy pincers. He couldn't do anything but scream as his head was filled with pain, becoming dizzier by the second as his cock inexplicably hardened. Why was he getting aroused?!
By this point, Paul had put on some headphones to block out the noise, and was currently reading the magazine he'd brought with him. This left the crabs to torment his balls further; the one clamped on his right nut chose that moment to open its other claw, set it over one of the two enormous bubbles of tortured nut meat, and then slam it shut.
Chase shrieked like a little girl on helium as he tried to fight the pain, failing miserably of course. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRRRREEEEEEE!!!" he cried at the top of his voice, but he didn't think Paul could hear him.
Meanwhile, the second crab was already doing its own work. It released its grip on his sack only briefly, and then closed its claws on either side of his testicle, threatening to slice it into three equal portions.
Chase screamed and moaned more and more as his cock pumped more precum under the sand, his head grew lighter as exhaustion began to set in. Heedless of his cries, the crab on his left nut continued squeezing, its grip so powerful that the serrated edges of his pincers were mere millimeters apart! Not only that, but it also began to chew on the midsection of the testicle with its sharp-edged mouthparts!
The hapless blond was reduced to weak moaning by this point, his eyes wide and crossed as his tongue hung out and drooled, unable to apologize, just wiggle and thrash beneath the salty locks...
Five minutes later, Paul finally pulled off his headphones. He turned his head to look at his captive, an annoyed expression on his face. "So, you finally gonna make amends or...?"
Chase was pretty much out of it by now, eyes unfocsed and glazed over, drooling heavily into the sand, a wet spot starting to form above his man-eggs from a combiniation of precum and sweat. The crabs, of course, were still clamped onto each of his nuts, all but unable to let go.
"...huh. Must've left him with you guys for too long." He waved the crabs off with his mental signal, and as soon as they released him, they scuttled away, disappearing into the sand. "You okay? You look hurt..."
To be fair, Chase wasn't hurt so much as he was out of it mentally, having came into the sand probably twice if not more than once. He slowly began to recover, though, once the pain began to fade from his testicles.
Paul gave one of his captive's extremely sore, swollen testicles a light poke. "Huh. I'd have sworn you'd be nutless by this point..."
"Owww... Uh... I'm, I'm unbreakable..." Chase groaned, wincing from the poke.
"You... You are? As in, you can't be hurt? That's... That's remarkable." He rubbed his chin. "So that means I could get some crabs to clamp onto your balls for as long as it takes for you to fess up, and you'd still be fine?"
"Physically, yes... Mentally, uh... maybe not..." He gulped loudly, hoping the strange blue-haired guy wouldn't decide to do so.
"So, are you gonna apologize for stepping on me, then?" He raised an eyebrow with a dry smile.
Chase gulped "F-fine, fine. S-sorry I stepped on your crotch after stubbing my toe on your cooler."
"And I'm sorry too, for putting you through all of that," Paul replied. "I shouldn't have left you with those crabs for that long. What if you weren't indestructible?"
Chase sighed in relief "I'd probably be in a hospital," he replied with a nervous smile.
Paul chuckled a little. "I guess even my own control over seawater and sea life was no match for your indestructibility," he said. "Oh, did I say that out loud?" he added with a chuckle.
Chase glared for a moment, but then he started to laugh too. "You know... I have to admit. After a while... I... I think I started to like it..." He blushed at that last part.
"So, does that mean you want me to drop another crab on these things, then?" Paul asked jokingly, poking the ballsack again.
Chase moaned as his cock spurted a few drops of pre-cum. "Ugh, c-careful there..." he chuckled back, scrunching his toes.
"Alright, no crabs. Got it. No hard feelings, by the way?"
"Nah, no hard feelings," he replied, smiling.
Paul chuckled at this. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind staying in there just a little while longer - I won't hurt you, promise!"
Chase gave him a sour look, but softened after a moment. "Fine, Paul. But, um, what are you up to?"
After putting a pile of sand on top of Chase's sack, he went to lie down on his stomach in front of Chase's trapped feet, grinning. "What size are your feet, just wondering?"
"Uh, twelve, I think?" Chase thought aloud, not sure why Paul was asking at the moment.
Paul poked Chase's large sole. "Oooh, neato! I'm a size myself. You know what they say about guys with big feet, right?"
Chase grinned at this, and not just from the poke. "Yeah, yeah, and it's pretty true for the most part," he added with a wink.
"I'm not sure if the other big thing bit is true necessarily. But I meant that bigger feet have more area to, y'know... tickle~" He dragged his nail up Chase's left arch as he said that last word.
Chase began to laugh once again. "Hey, hey, I thoughht you were done torturing me?!" he moaned.
"Yeah, I know. I just wanted to have a little fun, though!" He wiggled an index finger up and down each large sole.
Chase began to guffaw in earnest now, his sweaty wet cock perking up again as he wiggled in toes in defince. The crab torment had made them rather sensitive, even more so than before he'd gotten himself buried in the first place.
Paul smiled cheerfully, and started wiggling his fingers across the balls of Chase's feet and the bases of his toes. The blond shrieked even louder, wiggling his toes against Paul's deft fingers.
"Nonono, hahahaha!!!" Chase laughed and laughed, but he had a big smile on his face, unable to bring himself to hate it... at least, not entirely.
Paul grinned cheekily, giving him a moment to catch his breath... and then wiggling all five fingers on each hand up and down the tender soles.
Chase laughed again, slamming the back of his head into the sand in laughter. "HAHAHA!!! NO NO, STOP! CRABS! SESESENSITIEVE!! NGAAAAH!!!" he moaned as he laughed.
"The crabs? Oh, they were gone ages ago! These are my fingers~" Paul replied cheerily, now wiggling said fingers in between each of Chase's toes.
"N-n-noooo, their pinching, hahaha, made them sensitiveeeee!" he yelled in laughter, trying to clench his toes against Paul's fingers.
"Ohhh, I get it now!" Paul smiled, wiggling Chase's toes playfully. "I thought you wanted this, though? Or at least would prefer it to the crabs?"
"Ohhhh, hahaha, def b-better than crabs, hahaha!" He continued to laugh, even harder than before, trying to make sure Paul didn't switch things up.
Paul smiled warmly. "Glad to hear it! Hmmm, I wonder what happens when I..." He leaned his head forward and started licking the ball of Chase's foot. The blond's ears perked up for a second, and then he moaned with pleasure. It... it felt nice. Much better than the crabs for sure.
Paul grinned as he continued tickling and nibbling Chase's toes. "Mmmm... This actually tastes pretty good..."
Chase bit his lower lip at this. Though it definitely tickled, it also felt good as his cock wiggled a bit.
Paul kept at this for several more minutes, alternating between tickling, licking, and nibbling. His tickle intensity picked up as he probed for the most ticklish spots on Chase's soles and toes.
Chase's eyes crossed as he laughed and moaned from the nibbling, starting to enjoy it a lot.
Paul seemed to notice the way Chase's moans sounded, and guessed what was going on beneath the sand very quickly. A devilish idea soon crossed his mind, making him smirk. "Hey Chase, you do know what the welcome sign to this beach said? Something something 'NUDE BEACH' something?"
"W-huh? What?" His response was slightly dazed and delayed, but his cock seemingly knew what Paul had meant, already starting to peek out from under the sand.
"Do you mind if I take a hold of your dick?" He whistled again, and another seagull fluttered down towards Chase's feet.
Chase's ears perked up again, and his dick did as well. "Uh, y-yeah, sure." He blushed.
Paul moved to the buried man's midsection, and started poking a finger into the groin region, probing and eventually locating his dick. He pulled it out so that the head was exposed, already seeing precum oozing from the slit.
Chase moaned. "G-gah! Still sensitive, shit, shit..." He felt an orgasm coming any second now.
At another whistle from Paul, the gull shed a feather from its wing, which floated over to him. He smiled cheerfully, waving the soft white feather. "Ready for the finale?"
Chase tried to hold it in. "M-maybe..." He nervously awaited more tickling, but still felt unsure how much more he could take...
Another whistle, and the gull started waving its wings over his soles and pecking lightly at his toes. At the same time, Paul began dusting the sensitive head of Chase's cock with his feather.
The poor buried man began laughing hysterically, his balls full of cum once more and ready to burst at any moment. "Nooo hahahahaha!" His head pounded against the sand as his toes frantically wiggled, his cock leaking juicy pre-cum.
As the gull continued working on his feet, Paul teased and tormented the hapless cock head, dragging the feather directly over the leaking slit.
Chase continued to laugh, harder and harder. "Nonono hahahaha stop stop stahahahahap!! Gah, gonna cum, dude... stoooop!" Chase almost prefferred the crabs at his balls to this torture... almost.
Paul whistled again, still working the helpless cock head before him. A small octopus emerged from the surf, slithering towards the trapped feet with his sucker-lined tentacles. The gull moved to perch on the sand pile just above Chase's toes and started to peck at them once again.
"Aaahahahaowwww... N-noooohoho...!" Chase's strong toes wiggled in pain as they were pecked, his voice reduced to giggling as the octopus stuck. He moaned, his cheeks flushing red and a line of drool trickling down his chin, unable to cum but so close, his plump balls almost ready to burst.
The octopus proceeded to wiggle its tentacles upon the soft soles, the suction and stroking being excruciatingly tickly. The gull used its beak to hold onto each big toe in turn, letting the octopus have its way with the taut sole. Meanwhile, Paul sawed the feather back and forth over Chase's sensitive piss slit, occasionally wiggling the tip into the opening to tease the soft cock interior as well.
Chase moaned between laughs and giggles as pre cum flooded out as his cock was tixkled, backes uo by tje insertion of the feather tip, which aroused him more as he breathed heavily.
Just a little further, and there'd definitely be a huge payoff. Paul decided to test a little hunch he'd developed from his observation, and eased the narrow feather INTO Chase's cock, twisting it so the little bristles dragged along every inch of the sensitive interior.
"AIEEEEEEEEEHEEHEHEHEEEE! NOOOOOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Chase's eyes went wide in shock, and he howled in laughter between mind-numbing moans, thick precum erupting and being dispersed by the feather even while its wiry barbs gently caressed the inside of his member.
Paul continued teasing the soft interior of the cock, while also polishing the head as well, and even digging his fingers into the sand to stroke up and down the underside of the shaft. Chase's mind began to slip away in orgasmic laughter and moans, his eyes glazing over, drooling covering his delirious chin.
The blue-haired youth could sense that there was a lot of pressure building up, and he knew it was almost time for the grand finale. With a devilish smirk, he wiggled the feather out of his captive's cock, making sure that it tickled as much as possible. At the same time, he leaned in and tickled the head of the cock with the very tip of his tongue...
Chase's eyes rolled nearly all the way back as soon as the feather left his cock and the tongue touched the tip as a huge white, creamy load erupted from his cock. He yelled and moaned as his cock pumped more and more loads out, maybe a dozen.
By the end of this whole ordeal, almost every square inch of sand within a foot of Chase's cock head was drenched in sticky cum.
"Uh...t-that was epic..." His eyes rolled back as his head fell back. He swiftly passed out, with a massive, wet, drooling smile on his face.
Paul grinned broadly while the gull and octopus left. "You're welcome," he replied cheerily.
The next few minutes were spent freeing the unconscious Chase from his sandy bindings, putting his clothes back on, and setting him on the beach towel Paul had brought. He waited until the other boy had awoken, listening to his music as before.
Chase awoke slowly, his skin still covered in glittering white sand. He felt great, for some reason, even though his memory was a bit fuzzy. Then saw the shock of blue hair, and the flashbacks came to him - some traumatic, some immensely pleasurable. And some being a bit of both.
"Oh, hey. W-what happened? I sorta blacked out there." He blushed, looking away.
"Ah, Chase! You're awake!" Paul took off his headphones and smirked at him. "You still remember the fact that I taught you a lesson about respecting other people's property and personal space?"
Chaae turned back to him with a little smirk. "Maybe..." He winked, rubbing and adjusting his wet crotch a bit.
Paul laughed at that. "Guess some things never change, don't they?"
"Well, not always." Chase flipped his hair, clearly trying to impress him.
Paul was taken a little aback by Chase's flirtiness, but he honestly didn't mind. "Y'know... If you want to, um, get a little tickle-revenge for that little session... You can do that, I guess. I kinda deserve it for the bit with those crabs..."
"Oh?" Chase raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't help wiggling his fingers a bit.
"Yeah, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be buried in the sand and tickle-tortured. I hear it's pretty fun!" Paul grinned broadly. "No crabs, though. I can dish it out, but I sure as heck can't take it," he added with a nervous chuckle.
Within two minutes, Chase was already digging a hole as though he weren't listening, though he was no doubt readying himself for Paul's turn in the sand. "What was that?"
The blue-haired man's toes curled in nervous anticipation. "Just tickles, please. Remember, I'm too delicate down there for the more extreme stuff..." he said, a bit louder so Chase could hear him.
"Sure, sure." Chase responded with a devilish smile.
Soon, Paul found himself buried under the sand like Chase was, his big feet exposed on one end and his head on the other. His toes clenched in growing terror and excitement. "P-please... Go gentle on me will you?... My feet are so sensitive...!"
Chase smiled down at his handiwork, and then without warning, he began tickling fast and furiously. "Sensitive, eh?" he laughed.
Sure enough, Paul collapsed into a fit of helpless laughter, shaking his head and letting his beautiful blue hair fly around wildly.
For a long time, Chase tickled his captive's soles with long and fast strokes in an unpredictable manner, more than avenging his torment from earlier. He even exposed Paul's cock and teased that as well, switching between that and his soles back and forth to his heart's content.
The argument that had started it all had long been forgotten, and would eventually vanish along with the setting sun. What had started as a tense, bitter encounter had turned into pain, laughter, arousal, and the start of a closer relationship between the two heroes. For what it was worth, Chase hoped he'd get another chance to have fun with his new friend - though he really hoped the villains he encountered in the future would never subject him to any testicular torture as wince-inducing as he'd experienced that day.
Or maybe he hoped they would...
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