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Freddy's Tickle Monsters
🕑 Added 2022-11-01 04:00:07 +0000 UTC***/M, 18+
Freddy Gleeson’s birthday party had gone exactly as he had expected it to. The guests were minimal, only the three friends that he had made throughout his academic career. They had done just what they always did when they got together, played games and talked about recent news and developments in the world of gaming. They brought over gifts, little things to show their appreciation. Freddy’s friend Danny had organized a short D&D campaign to run in celebration for the occasion, but fanfare around Freddy’s birthday was as quiet as he always liked it to be.
He got along especially within small crowds like that, never one to go out to the wild parties that his classmates would boast about or try more illicit activities like drugs or alcohol. Freddy was far more fond of the intimate setting of just a few friends, and his friends knew him better than anyone. His parents, before leaving for the weekend on a business trip, left the boy fifty dollars and a premade cake. The cake had his name spelled incorrectly on the top and was a carrot cake, one of the few types of cake Freddy had always despised. He was grateful that they at least had gotten the birthday number correct, leaving him two candles in the shapes of a one and an eight. Freddy had put the numbers backwards before serving it to his friends as a jest for how little his parents seemed to know him. He then spent most of the night making ironic ‘when I was your age’ jokes through an exaggerated old man voice.
At around ten o’clock, his friends started to take off. One had to get home before his parents caught him out as late as he had already stayed. Another left reluctantly, talking about having homework to finish. The last insisted on staying, but Freddy told him that it was okay if he took off too. Eventually, he was alone once more. The night had gone perfectly however. They had all watched him open his presents, shared in the cake that Freddy declined, and got his Wizard/Bard to level fourteen just before they would take on a chromatic dragon in the next session of Danny’s homebrew. Freddy spent the quiet time cleaning up. He threw away paper plates, cups, and torn wrapping paper. Looking at the clock, along with seeing how quickly the night had gotten dark, Freddy was surprised that he was not as tired as he usually would at that time. His mind floated as he worked, remembering other friends that he may also get to see before the night was over.
The boy, now one age milestone closer to being a fully recognized man, climbed the stairs to his room. Inside, his own private chamber was filled with posters from his favorite games, figures of his favorite characters, and Lego models of his favorite Pokemon and fictional spaceships. He denied that any of it was too immature for his new age, that he would carry all of it through college in the following semesters. Most of his clothes lay scattered across the floor. Graphic tee shirts of popular characters laid out in wrinkled wads. He kicked them to the side, mindlessly strolling through his room.
As his mind wandered through the silence, his attention turned to three figures sitting on top of his dresser against the wall. One was a small pink puff ball with large round eyes. It was a cheap toy that he had won at a carnival a few years back, but it came with a distinct familiar charm. One next to it was a dopey looking dog in a vest and hat, clearly a cheap rip-off of Goofy. It had tired eyes and a mouth that hung open, revealing a long, drooping tongue. The one next to it was an ordinary snake Beanie Baby. It was green and Freddy had wrapped fuzzy green pipe cleaners around it to give it many legs to keep it standing.
Freddy observed all three sitting together, knowing exactly why he had kept them around and arranged them as such. They were the best representations he could find of friends that used to visit him. He never told anyone about them, sure that no one would believe him about the tickle monsters that would visit him in the night as a little kid. He was never scared of them. Maybe a little at first, but as they presented themselves as benevolent creatures who simply liked to tickle, Freddy quickly became attached to them. They visited him often as a little boy, but as he grew older, they started coming less and less. Freddy recalled that it had been years since he last saw them. He briefly wondered if he had simply made them up, succumbing to a cynicism indicative of maturity.
Still, real or not, he kept the figures around to remember the fun that he used to have with them. He recalled the laughter, how ticklish he had been as a boy and how nice it felt just to be tickled. They played with him when no one else had. He wondered why they stopped coming around. Perhaps it was getting human friends that had chased them away, he thought, or maybe it was just him getting older. Either way, steadily approaching adulthood, he knew that there may be no place for him to hold onto his tickle monster friends, be them real or imaginary. Freddy gave the figures a sad smile before picking them up. He brought them to his bed, tossing them down next to his pillow.
“You can come back too, you know?” Freddy said out loud with a chuckle.
Freddy spent the next hour mindlessly playing on his phone before getting ready for bed. He still had not felt tired enough to sleep, but found little else to do to pass the time so late at night. The boy brushed his teeth and got undressed, slipping down to his usual sleeping attire of boxers and nothing else. He wore a physique that was far from athletic, but had always kept to a smaller frame than some of his heavier-set friends, bearing a slender stomach and chest. He turned out on his television for light before turning off all the others. Old reruns of Three’s Company droned in the background. Freddy rested his head on his pillow, next to the three plush figures, and closed his eyes.
An indeterminable amount of time passed before an odd sound cut through the dim room. A soft giggle resonated somewhat close to Freddy’s ear. It was separate from the low, soulless laugh tracks of the dated sitcom, the volume of which Freddy had turned down to just above mute. It was a delicate snicker that seemed to ring out within the room itself. It came familiar to Freddy, like a ghost of his past returning to visit. Before he could fully discern the sound, or even the source of which, speech started to accompany it.
“Oh wow, he’s gotten big,” a cheerful, girlish voice said in an obvious whisper. Freddy sat up. He looked around the room and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Hello?” Freddy asked. The voice seemed to stifle itself.
“Oop, shush,” it said again. Freddy thought for a moment, recalling from where the voice seemed so familiar. He never thought that he would ever be visited again by the tickle monsters that he had known as a boy, but knew well who was lurking in his room. Freddy chuckled a little.
“Guys?” Freddy asked. Nothing again. The boy sighed and laid back down, wearing a slight smirk as he prepared himself for the visit.
“Is he asleep?” the voice asked.
“Prob’bly,” said another. “He jus’ laid back down.” It spoke with a lazier draw, a cartoonishly dimmer dialect.
“Which means now’s the chance,” said a third voice, all of which Freddy heard and recognized. It was smoother and drew out the ‘s’ sounds.
As Freddy laid across the bed, a warm, fuzzy tendril rose from beneath it. It gently stroked against his hand as Freddy kept still, already starting to giggle at the ticklish fur. He remembered well how much their fur tickled his skin, even the spots that were never ticklish to begin with. It tickled just as much as he remembered. He kept as still as he could for it. The tendril wrapped around his wrist and assumed a firm grip. Another rose from beneath the bed and wrapped around his other wrist, pinning the boy to the bed. Freddy giggled and kept his eyes closed, pretending to still be sleeping.
“Alright, almost have him,” said the third voice from before.
“Can I come out?” said the original voice. “Please? Pretty please?”
“Fine, go ahead.”
“Yay!” Freddy felt the sheets shift a little, as if bearing weight on one side. He heard rustling of the fabric. Tiny footsteps clawed against it in an insect-like fashion, crawling up to the top of the bed. Freddy giggled in anticipation. He finally opened his eyes to greet the creature as he felt it plop onto his chest.
“Gha!” Freddy said. He looked back at the monster on top of him. It was small, brimming with an adorable charm. “Hehe, hey Jaja.”
“Gasp!” Jaja said, instead of actually gasping. “Heehee, he does remember!”
“Hehe, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” said the smoother voice from down below. Freddy kept himself still as more tendrils wrapped around his ankles from beneath the bed. Freddy giggled more as the tickly fur slid over his bare skin. The tentacle-like appendages kept his arms and legs spread and his body firmly pressed against the bed. Freddy blushed as Jaja’s wide eyes stared back at him.
“Someone’s gotten so big and handsome,” Jaja said. Her fairy-esque voice fluttered out from beneath her fur through no visible mouth. She stood atop the boy’s chest by two stickly legs, the ends of which five long, claw-like fingers held onto the boy. The rest of her was a mystery, hidden away beneath a cute pink puff ball.
“I wanna see,” said the other voice. Freddy fell silent as he watched another friend slink from beneath the bed. It was tall and animated in his posture, movement, and expressions. It looked like a bipedal dog who wore the appearance of a costumed theme park mascot.
“You remember Bingles, don’t cha?’ Jaja asked. Freddy chuckled nervously and nodded. The kinship he recalled from the monstrous friends came second to his memories of how badly they could tickle him.
“Y-yeah,” Freddy said. Bingles rubbed the back of his head.
“G’arf,” he said, blushing. “I was sure hopin’ ya’ didn’t forget.”
“We never forgot you, Freddy,” Jaja said. “We just got kinda… busy, is all.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” Freddy said, chuckling off the comment.
“We’ve been visiting all kinds of friends,” Jaja said. “Girl right down the street got a good tickling just last week, she did.”
“And now it seems that you’ve been missing us as well,” said the last voice. From beneath the bed, a long neck snaked upward. It had the form of a serpent, with slanted eyes and a wide, devious grin. The creature that Freddy knew to be named Dandy leered back at him, holding the boy against the bed. “Isn’t that right?” Freddy paused. His lips quivered as he looked back to all of the monsters glaring back at him. Sweat already started trickling down his neck.
“W-well… umm….” Freddy stuttered.
“Don’t be shy,” Dandy said. “We sure missed you.”
“Yeah, a whole lot!” Jaja added.
“R-really?” Freddy asked. He smiled back at his friends. “I’ve… missed you too…”
“Heehee yay,” Jaja said. “Now we can play again!”
“Uh’yep,” Bingles said. “Are ya jus’ as ticklish as ya used t’ be?” Freddy blushed and looked away. His silence answered for him. Dandy breathed in a deep breath through his nostrils.
“Mmm hehe, smells like it,” Dandy said. “We never forget ticklish friends.”
“Nope,” Jaja said. “And now we’re back to play!”
Freddy’s smile stayed stretched across his face. A youthful glimmer of excitement sparkled in his eyes. He looked around at his friends, grateful that the time that had passed did not seem to change the personality of his boyhood tickle monsters. He recalled that time together easier with them present, knowing that he was far more vocal with his enthusiasm back then. Freddy was still so caught off guard by their visit that he could only smile back, his heart pounding eagerly as he foresaw what he had been longing for for so long.
“And play we shall,” Dandy said. “Perhaps we’ll discover other ways to tease our ticklish little Freddy.” Dandy pulled up on Freddy’s wrists, raising them to the corners of his headboard. Freddy looked up. He saw his arms being pulled in such a way that left his body especially vulnerable. A giddiness overcame him as he remembered the gentle, yet firm touch that Dandy used to have in holding him that way. Dandy held Freddy tightly, keeping his legs spread to the bottom corners of the bed and his arms up to leave his entire torso unprotected. “Jaja?” Jaja giggled playfully.
“Yup!” Jaja said. Another pair of limbs extended from her furry body. Two appendages matching that of those she stood on pulled her closer to Freddy’s head. Her large, crystalline eyes met his. Her newly formed hands raised and wiggled her fingers in the air. Freddy’s heart raced in his chest. His lips pulled up in a perpetual smile. He tried to steady himself, to brace his senses for what was to come. “Coochie coochie coo!”
Jaja drove her wiggling fingers down into the boy’s stretched pits. They had gotten prematurely slick with sweat from Freddy’s heart racing and body preemptively warming to the thrill. The moment her fingers touched the glistening, sensitive skin, Freddy lurched against the bed. Memories of how well the monsters tickled him as a body flashed back to him. How he was able to recall them in their absence was far from the genuine experience of reliving the ticklish encounter.
“Eeeeekkkheeeehahahahahahahaaaaa!! Aaaahhhh it ticklessshhahaha!” Freddy shouted as he laughed. The monsters’ eyes glimmered as they watched Freddy’s reactions and witnessed his squealing giggling.
“Oh wow, he is just as ticklish as he used to be, he is,” Jaja said, laughing along with the boy. Her pointy fingertips scraped with ease and experience against Freddy’s ticklish pits. They scribbled against the skin, each little flick of her digits sending a flourish of ticklish giggles pouring out of the boy’s mouth.
“Indeed,” Dandy said, snickering as he watched. Freddy’s arms and legs pulled at the hold Dandy had on them. His fur tickled as he held firmly onto his wrists and ankles, keeping them stretched out and his body fully vulnerable with which to play.
“Uh’hee, lil’ Freddy sure is a ticklish one,” Bingles added with a little snorting laugh. The monsters laughed and talked among Freddy’s ticklish disposition with little to no concern over what he said. To them, he was just another vessel through which to extract tickles, an establishment that Freddy was more than willing to uphold. Jaja made herself comfortable against Freddy's chest. She helped hold the boy down as his torso twisted and rocked against Dandy’s vice-like grip. The others laughed along and watched Freddy relive much of his boyhood ticklish memories.
“Neeehehehehehehehehehahahahahahaaaaa! Oh gahaahahad, it tickles so maahahahaahch!” Freddy giggled. His laughter was still just as sweet and fluttery as the monsters remembered it. They urged Jaja on, watching and listening to Freddy’s ticklish reactions like observing a performance for their amusement.
“Awww, tickle, tickle, tickle…” Jaja teased, her fingers wildly exploring Freddy’s sensitive armpits. “Oh, and what about down here?” Two more arms popped out from Jaja’s furry body. They reached down and began tapping along the edges of Freddy’s ribs. Freddy shook his head before succumbing to another series of frantic giggles, his face contorting into a more desperate state of laughter.
“No, no, naaaaahahahahahahahahaaahahahaahhaaaaa!!!” Freddy shouted. Twenty little fingers skittered and played with his pits and ribs all at once, leaving the boy twisting and thrashing against the bed. The monsters watched closely, enamored by every change in Freddy’s ticklish expressions. The spritely little thing still sitting atop his chest giggled playfully, delighting in the show he put on for her.
“Heehee yay!” Jaja cheered. “Ticklish Freddy!” Her fingertips danced up and down both sides of his ribs. They pinched and taunted each with light skitters. Her fingers within his pits dug harder into the plush hollows. Freddy’s hips bucked. He threw his head back in laughter, his face sweating and turning a more cherry hue.
“Coochie coo, little Freddy,” Dandy teased in his ear. His head snaked around to deliver ticklish comments to make his experience all the more involved. Jaja let her fur tickle his chest ever so slightly while she worked the other two hot spots. Freddy was already so outmatched against the tickle monsters. Even if he wanted to fight back, he knew that he would be stuck enduring the tickles for as long as they desired.
“I wanna play,” Bingles said. He hopped up and down excitedly.
“Be our guest, Bingles,” Dandy said. “Don’t let Jaja stop you.”
“Yeah!” Jaja said. “More tickles for everyone!” Bingles laughed and clapped his hands.
“Oh boy!” He cried.
Freddy had no means of anticipating Bingles from behind Jaja’s round, pink body, but he knew that Bingles dipped down at the end of the bed. He could hardly manage the ability to brace himself for anything from Jaja’s distractingly skilled ticklish assault on his pits and ribs simultaneously. Bingles chuckled. He looked over Freddy’s bound feet, each held in place by Dandy’s snake-like tendrils. Freddy’s soles blushed from the heat. His feet waved and his toes curled from the ticklish frenzy Jaja had him under. Bingles watched both feet flail. He thought as well as he could about which to go after first.
“Hmmm, let’s see,” Bingles said to himself. “Eeenie, meenie, miney, moe. Catch a Freddy by his toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eeenie, meenie, miney, moe!” Bingles placed one large hand on Freddy’s right foot. His grip was wide and strong, able to keep the foot from flailing so much as Freddy endured his ticklish playtime. The fingers of his other hand clawed eagerly at the air. The toonish beast guffawed through his excitement before scribbling his fingers against Freddy’s trapped sole. Frddy’s body reacted immediately. As the boy wiggled, engaged in Jaja’s devious tickles, his seat rocketed off of the bed. His toes curled and he let out a shrieking yelp of laughter.
“Nyyaaaaaaahahahahahahahaaaaaa!! Mmmeeehehahahahahahahaha!!” Freddy giggled wildly at both flurries of tickles happening at once. Jaja chuckled along with him, her laughter fluttery with a fairy-like quality while Bingles chuckled deeply at the boy’s reactions.
“Uh oh, looks like I got me a ticklish little foot,” Bingles said. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…” His fingers worked with natural expertise against Freddy’s soft, sensitive sole. They scribbled all over his heel and worked up and down his arch. Freddy’s foot tried to squirm away, but both Bingles and Dandy had a tight hold over the foot and ankle respectively that his ticklish boy sole was totally helpless to their playful whims.
“Get him good, Bingy,” Jaja cheered. Her fingers continued to dance and scribble all over his upper half, devastating the ticklish nerves from his pits and his ribs. Bingles’s fingers worked all over Freddy’s warm, plush sole, encouraged by the endless stream of laughter spilling from his lips.
“Coochie, coochie, coo…” Bingles sang. “Well, I sure did miss Freddy’s little laugh.” The dopey monster tickled gleefully. The tips of Bingles’s nails were shallow, but managed to scrape quickly just beneath Freddy’s wiggling toes, sending the boy’s laughter soaring into childish cries.
“Ohh, as did I,” Dandy said softly. He turned back toward Freddy, smirking with a sadistic grin. “And you’re all alone, are you not? Mommy and daddy out of the house. Looks like we picked the perfect night to visit.”
“Ohhh, yeah, we can play all night!” Jaja said. She bounced a little on Freddy’s chest. Her nails flew just as quickly within his pits as Bingles’s did against Freddy’s bare foot.
“Ohhhheheeahahahaahaahahahahaaaa!!! Eeeeekkkhehehehahahahahahaaa!!” Freddy could only laugh, his mind only able to process the tickles in the moment. He bucked and thrashed as he laughed through the waves of tickles commanding his senses. Dandy kept his firmly against the bed that rocked beneath him. Freddy’s face darkened a shade of red. His chest rose and fell, tears dripping down the corners of his eyes. With how ticklish he was as a boy and how much time had passed since the monsters' last visit, Freddy laughed with a sense of relief learning that he was just as ticklish as he used to be, perhaps more so.
“Dandy, why don’t you get in on this?” Jaja asked, still playing his ribs like two ticklish harps. Dandy chuckled. He snaked his head around, examining Freddy’s trapped body.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Dandy asked. He looked over Freddy like a sample platter of ticklish spots. His tongue flicked out of his mouth. He looked down Freddy’s torso toward his stomach. He snickered menacingly. “I smell… ticklishness…” Two more tendrils slithered up from beneath the bed. They appeared on both sides, crawling toward Freddy’s midsection. As the boy tossed and flailed against Dandy’s hold, the furry tendrils inched closer toward Freddy’s sides. The tips were particularly hairy, covered with the same tickly fur that held his wrists and ankles. The tips brushed against his sides. Freddy’s laughter picked up. He let out a slight squeal before succumbing to a newly energized fit of giggles.
“NEEEEEEHHHEEHEEEhahahahahaahaahaaaaaa!!! Gahahahahaaaahahahahha!!!” Freddy could barely speak through his laughter. He fought back the urge to beg the creatures to stop, worried that doing so would cost him an enjoyable night of ticklish nostalgia. His hips rose and fell back down against the bed. The furry tips of Dandy’s tendrils flicked and stroked up and down his slender sides. Each brush of every tickly hair brought a surge of tickles raging up through his body, adding to the encompassing intensity of the others.
“Oh, don’t think we forgot where little Freddy’s ticklish,” Dandy said. “Even so, we could always sniff it out.” The tendrils slithered against his sides and snaked onto his stomach. Freddy thrashed side to side, lost in the mania of his own ticklish ordeal.
“Heehee, yeah, we could never forget you!” Jaja said. Her nails skittered and scribbled down his ribs to meet Dandy’s tendrils before scouring back up again. Her hands inside his pits never gave them a moment not screaming with tickles. She continued to hum little melodies and repeat ticklish phrases as she played.
“Uh’huh,” Bingles added. “Lil’ Freddy’s one of muh favorite tickle boys.” Bingles switched over to Freddy’s other foot. He grabbed onto it like the first one to keep it steady. Unable to flail as its natural reactions so desperately attempted, Freddy’s ticklish foot remained perfectly framed for Bingles’s scribbling fingers to explore all over again and again. Bingles eventually lowered his tickling hand and leaned in closer. He dragged his long, raspy tongue up the length of Freddy’s sole, earning a laughing shriek out of the boy. He lapped away happily at the boy’s bare foot. His tongue worked up and down his ticklish sole and even slipped in between his toes for especially explosive tickles. Bingles delighted in the taste of Freddy’s ticklish nerves, sending Freddy into fits of laughter that mirrored his experiences being tickled by the monsters as a boy.
“It’s tickle ‘toys’, dumb dumb,” Jaja said. Dandy snickered.
“Either works with this one,” Dandy said. He leaned in closer to Freddy’s face. “Isn’t that right?” Freddy’s cheeks bloomed a candy shade of cherry. Tears of ticklish elation trickled down the sides of his face. His throat and stomach quivered with the streams of boyish laughter pouring out of him.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!! Neeehhahahahahaaaaa!!! It ticklessshaahahahahaha!!” Freddy cried out. The monsters reveled in his hysterics. They laughed along with him, teased him, and reminded him how helpless he was, just as they knew he wanted to be. Jaja danced her fingers all over the upper half of his torso, even delivering a few tickles to his chest and nipples. Bingles scraped against the hyper ticklish nerves of the boy’s feet. He swiped against his toes, even managing to slip a few tickles in between them. Dandy’s tendrils swiped his sides with a feathery grace. The fur tickled like a mild irritant, leaving behind tickles with each brush that lingered against his skin.
Dandy’s head snaked around Freddy’s body. He observed how Freddy moved and savored the ticklish assault. He stopped only when he glanced down to Freddy’s lap.
“My, my, what have we here?” Dandy asked. He observed Freddy’s area in the front of his boxers. Dandy smirked at seeing a distinct lift. He snaked his head closer for a better look. It waved and bobbed to the jerking motions of Freddy’s body as the boy squirmed against the bed.
“Whatcha find?” Jaja asked. The three continued their ticklish assault as Dandy observed the enlarged member. Freddy blushed and tried to look down. His hips bucked and writhed against the bed. Dandy’s tendrils drifted down toward the boy’s boxers.
“Mmm, I smell a particularly ticklish place…” Dandy said. The tendrils snaked downward. They squirmed into Freddy’s boxers from the waist band. Freddy squealed at the tickly fur exploring more of his body, a place he had never been tickled before.
“Naaaahahahahaha!!! NAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!” Freddy shouted. Jaja kept up her scribbling tickling of the boy’s pits and ribs while Bingles lapped hungrily at his extremely ticklish foot. Dandy’s tentacles brushed over the whole area from within his underwear. What they found, they teased and stroked, tasting all of the delightfully sensitive nerves within.
“Ohhh, I like that sound,” Dandy said. He chuckled. Through unobserved strength, the tendrils split Freddy’s boxers down the front, tearing the fabric from one end to the other. They ripped away Freddy’s boxers with relative ease, flinging away the discarded fabric. Freddy’s cheeks burned at his sudden nudity. He felt the coolness of direct air against his thighs and genitals. His cock and balls swayed and bounced with his twisting movements, but the tendrils managed to gently wrap around the base of each to keep them steady. The fur tickled in a way that was new to Freddy and electrifying to his nerves. He threw his head back and screamed with unrestrained laughter.
“AAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! OHHH GAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!” The constant tickles had Freddy reduced to the blubbering, laughing little boy who had become so familiar to the monsters. They each turned their attention to the new area, looking over it with invested intrigue.
“Oh my, how fun!” Jaja said. She stopped the tickling of his pits and ribs and skittered down closer, resting on top of Freddy’s belly. Bingles as well stood up from Freddy’s feet, leaving them tingling and wet from the licking tickles that destroyed the nerves of his delicate soles. Freddy heaved with giggles from Dandy’s tendril still teasing the area. Sweat dripped from his hair and leaked down onto his pillow. His throat had run dry. His chest became sore from the endless streams of laughter. Freddy’s member had grown significantly. It wafted and yearned with full attention. Thick and blushing, it reached up, begging for the tickles the rest of Freddy’s body had enjoyed.
“Gaww, it likes us,” Bingles said.
“I don’t remember this part,” Jaja said. “This might be new. Do humans grow things as they get bigger?”
“Not sure,” said Bingles, scratching his head. Dandy observed and tilted his head.
“Either way, it seems to respond very well to tickles,” Dandy said. “Let’s see…” Dandy looked back up briefly to catch Freddy’s expression staring back at them. He giggled with worry and shame at what they had found. Dandy sneered. He glared up at Freddy, the corners of his lips twisting with a new idea. “How about you just focus on the tickling, huh?” Two more tendrils writhed up from beneath the bed. They came up to Freddy’s head, one on each side. Freddy started to object when one laid over his eyes, but the other was quick to drape over his mouth.
“Heeheeeheehe-hey, wha-ahhhmmm…?” Freddy started to speak. The two tendrils keeping him blind and muffled pressed his head down against his pillow, keeping it also firmly in place. Freddy giggled against the fur on his face, unable to do anything else but endure and enjoy the tickles.
“There we go,” Dandy said. “Good boy.” He turned his attention back to Freddy’s pulsing cock. “I think we’re going to have a lot more fun now.”
“Nice touch, Dandy!” Jaja said. “Want to take this spot?”
“I think I do.” Dandy said.
“Okay!” Jaja said. “Then I want his feet!” Jaja climbed down Freddy’s body like a bug outrunning a shoe. She eagerly scurried down to the end of the bed. Her fur brushed against Freddy’s toes, making him jerk and yelp with more giggles. The small puff ball eyes Freddy’s feet with wonder, gazing at all of the fun, ticklish places she could explore.
“Well, then, I’mma go up here then,” Bingles said. The beast trotted up to Freddy’s upper half, standing by to watch Dandy play with Freddy’s new spot.
“And I will play with this little thing,” Dandy said. He eyed over Freddy’s cock, twitching within his ticklish grasp. One tendril stayed wrapped around the base to hold it steady while the other wiggled just above the head. Dandy stroked the latter up and down the length of Freddy’s cock, letting the ticklish fibers of his fur scour over the hypersensitive nerves of Freddy’s member. Freddy jumped. He yelped into the tendril covering his mouth before exploding with ticklish giggles.
“Mmmmppphheheehehehehehehehehe?!” Freddy laughed. He continued to pull and tug at the other tendrils holding down his arms and legs. The three watched him as he reacted to the faint tickles of the newly discovered area.
“Ohhh wow!” Jaja said. “He sure is a ticklish one.”
“That’s a good spot,” Bingles said with a hearty guffaw. Dandy smirked and watched the member closely.
“Yes, I think so,” he said.
Dandy’s fur brushed up and down every side, each fibrous hair streaming maddening flurries of tickles against it. Wave after wave of tickles poured through Freddy’s cock, a sensation as new as it was enlightening. The boy thrashed more the faster that Dandy swiped the tendril against his delicate cock. His hands clenched. His toes curled. He tugged and twisted more and more. The three laughed and cheered Dandy on, taunting Freddy with teasing phrases.
“Aww, look at him squirm!” Jaja said. Freddy’s cock twitched within Dandy’s ticklish hold. It stroked itself on all sides with the tendril wrapped around it.
“Such a lil’ cutie,” Bingles added. Freddy bucked his hips harder. His cock became warmer and more sensitive with time. A swelling stirred within, one that worsened with each little tickle.
“Hehehe, tickle, tickle, tickle… little Freddy,” Dandy said. The boy screamed with laughter into the tendril gagging him. He could see nothing. He had no way of escaping or screaming for help, even if he wanted to. His body burned a familiar and delightful unrest. The tip of the tendril wrapped around his cock managed to snake farther downward. It brushed against the boy’s balls, exploring and teasing each with delicate scribbles. From his groin, an eruption of tickles came more unbearable than any he had ever felt before.
“MMMMGGGGPPPHHHHHEEEHEEEEHEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!” Freddy laughed. Tickles surged through the spot. His body desperately attempted to free his hands to bat the tickles away or close his legs to hide the overly sensitive area, but through his own morbid fascination, Freddy laid grateful for his immobility. Dandy snickered. His tendrils explored all over Freddy’s cock and balls. They teased up and down his smooth, delicate shaft. They slipped down to his inner thighs and tenderly brushed against his balls. Freddy screeched through his hysteria, his cock twitching more and more as it soaked in an onslaught of tickles.
“My, my, what a big boy,” Jaja said, watching from the foot of Freddy’s bed. “I wonder how much more he can take.”
“However much we want him to,” said Dandy. The tip of one tendril lifted off of the side of his shift. It inched closer to the tip of Freddy’s cock, curiously observing the spot. “Hmm… this spot here seems… interesting…” Dandy delicately brought the furry tip of the tendril down onto the head of Freddy’s cock. Freddy lurched against the bed. He let out a wailing fit of laughter at the slightest brush stroke from Dandy’s fur against the area.
“GGGHHMMMMAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!” Freddy shouted. The monster perked up, taking immediate notice.
“Ohhh, very nice,” said Jaja.
“Yes, I do like that sound,” Dandy said. He gave the head of Freddy’s member another tap and a stroke. Freddy’s hips launched up off of the bed. His arms and legs pulled hard at their binds. His chest heaved through the laughter he bore at the overwhelming ticklishness of the spot.
“Gu’huh, this make me think of what happened with that one girl,” said Bingles. “Ya know, when we found a fun spot.”
“Ohhh, you’re right, Bingy,” said Jaja. “You think Freddy may also…”
“Hmm, not sure,” said Dandy. “Only one way to find out though.” Dandy wore a smug grin as he continued to brush the tickly fur against the head of Freddy’s cock. Freddy stayed locked in a fit of thrashing and hearty laughter. He wailed and moaned, crying muffled howls of ecstasy. Sensations both new and familiar flooded through the boy’s body. He burned, his boyhood aching and yearning against the ticklish touch. The swelling pressure within stirred more and more. Dandy’s other tendril stroked up and down Freddy’s cock, wrapped around it firmly. The other kept licking against the swollen, blushing tip. Dozens of tickles raked through Freddy’s body, all of which focused purely on his member and sensitive balls beneath.
“MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!!! MMMMHHEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEEEE!!!” Freddy cried out. His hips bucked. His hands balled into fists. With a moan that cut through his laughter, Freddy’s cock erupted against the tendril. A geyser of thick semen burst forth from the tip, reaching high above all of them before coming crashing back down on Freddy’s lap. The monsters watched in awe at what they witnessed.
“Oh, that’s new,” Jaja said. Dandy slowed the ticklish stroking to a halt. They observed how the tip of Freddy’s cock dripped more of the strange fluid through the tiny hole at the top. Freddy gasped. He heaved, his need for breath outweighing the ticklishness of the tendril still in contact with his member. He sucked in deep breaths through the one gagging his mouth. Freddy was wary how much more shame he would have felt if he were making eye contact and was bashfully grateful at the other tendril keeping him blinded. Within his sensory deprivation, all he had to concern himself with was his own bodily urges, his mind swirling in a whirlwind of fantasy and pleasure.
“Different from the girl… but somehow the same…” Dandy said. He hummed as his thinker ticked away. “I wonder…” The wiggling tendril lifted again. It hovered over Freddy’s tip for no one’s benefit but their own. When it made contact with the wet, blushing skin, Freddy let out a groaning, wailing burst of laughter against the one keeping him muffled.
“MMMMMGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!” Freddy laughed. His cock, particularly the tip, had surged with an unheard of burst of sensitivity. The sensation of every fiber of hair brushing against the tip of his cock pushed to the forefront of his senses. The resulting tickles took over completely, immediately becoming the only feeling that Freddy could process. His entire perception, every thought and every feeling, was brought onto his cock with but a simple stroke of Dandy’s fur. The monsters recoiled. They watched as Freddy exploded with laughter more and more with each additional brush against the extra sensitive head.
“Oh wow, that’s a really ticklish spot now!” Jaja said, giggling along.
“Looks like he still likes it, though,” Bingles added.
“I feel it,” Dandy said, gently grazing the head of Freddy’s cock with his tendril. Freddy screamed throaty screams of laughter into the gagging tentacle. Unable to see what would happen next, Freddy was resigned to simply lay back and endure whatever ticklish pleasures the trio thrust upon him.
“I wanna see the stuff come out again!” Jaja said. “That was neat!”
“So do I,” said Dandy, still torturously teasing the boy’s cock. “We know exactly how to make that happen. Maybe more tickles will help.”
“I’m on it,” Bingles said. The beast turned his attention back to Freddy’s upper half. Freddy tried to shout, to shake his head to convey the overwhelming sensitivity coursing through his body, but to them, he was just a squirmy, giggly, ticklish plaything. His torso kept twisting and writhing against his bed, tirelessly pulling at the tentacles holding up his arms. Bingles watched the boy wriggle like a ticklish little worm. He held up his hands and wiggled his fingers, his eyes feasting over the boy’s outstretched pits. He plunged both down against Freddy’s underarms and began skitterting his plump fingers within the hollows. Freddy continued to thrash and scream with laughter. The new surge of tickles sprung through his upper body. It only added a new extreme element to the insisted tickling that Dandy waged against his blushing cock.
“MMMMMPPPPPHHHGGGGAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! PPPHHHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAA!!!!” Freddy’s laughter exploded through the room, the volume nearly unbothered by the tendril gagging his mouth. Tears poured down his face. His cheeks burned beneath the fluffy, feathery tickles of Dandy’s fur. Dandy continued to stroke the ever-sensitive head of his cock while the other tendril stroked against the side and all the way back down to his balls. Freddy’s hips bucked. His skin shined with a sheen of sweat. His entire body was set ablaze by post-climax sensitivity, making his already ticklish body many times more so.
“This one’s got some lungs on ‘em,” Bingles said with a deep chuckle. His fingers scribbled deep into the boy’s pits, sending flurries of ticklish sensations pouring through his body. He kneaded and prodded within the plush dips of his pits, his fingers exploring all over agains and again.
“I just love that laugh!” Jaja cheered. “I wanna hear more!” Down at Freddy’s feet, Jaja sprouted two more sets of arms on each side of her tiny, round body. With two hands hanging off of the edge of the bed, six more lofted into the air just outside of Freddy’s flailing bare feet. She wiggled all of her fingers at once, her eyes darting between each deliciously ticklish foot. When she finally touched down against Freddy’s soft, warm soles, a new burst of screaming laughter bellowed from the boy’s covered lips.
“MMMMMPPPPHHHEHEHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NNNNAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA!!!!” Freddy screamed. His feet wafted side to side, but Jaja’s hands stayed locked onto them. Her tiny, scribbling fingers skittered all over both soles at once. With fifteen small nails to each foot, she covered them both with an assault of tickles that would have left him squealing with laughter from just one foot. Jaja giggled and watched the boy’s body flail against its binds. His feet were delicate and damp, slick with peak sensitivity. The slightly sweaty surface of his skin made his whole body an easily accessible ticklish playground, none more so than his blushing pink soles.
“Heehee coochie coochie coo, little Freddy,” Jaja taunted. “You see, we have to make up for lost time.”
“That’s right,” said Dandy. “We owe you several years worth of tickles.” The tip of his tendril kept toying with the immaculately delicate head of Freddy’s cock, the hairs not leaving the skin for a second.
“Gosh, we may be here for a while then,” Bingles said. Dandy snickered.
“Fine by me,” he said. “We have all the time in the world.” The creatures chuckled among themselves, simply engaging in the playtime of Freddy’s ticklish turmoil. Jaja positioned herself comfortably. Her clawing fingers skittered across all over both soles completely. Two hands to each scribbled up and down his arch, from his heel to the base of his toes. The other hand to each foot toyed with the boy’s wiggling toes. Her fingers twinkled across the pads and worked their way in between to scribble the particularly sensitive spaces.
“Heehee, tickle, tickle, ticklish Freddy!” Jaja jeered. Freddy’s feet practically vanished beneath Jaja’s quickly scratching fingers. Not a single spot of his soles went without a tickle for more than a second. His feet exploded with a maddening burst of tickles, more than his body or mind could adequately process entirely.
“MMMMMMPPPPPHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHEEEHEEEAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!” Freddy’s laughter spewed from his mouth like water from a breached dam. His whole body was aflame with tickles, more than he ever even imagined possible. The tickles were all that he could feel or think about. In the moment, they clouded his perception of time, losing Freddy in a ticklish tempest that robbed him of understanding beyond the ticklish sensations.
The creatures played with Freddy’s body, delighting in his pleasurable ordeal. Bingles continued scribbling away at his pits with an energy that never seemed to waver. Jaja picked and skittered her fingers against his feet, giggling along with the choir of laughter filling the room. Dandy kept his focus on the boy’s trembling cock. His ticklish tendril kept a hold on it as it bobbed to Freddy’s erratic movements. The fur tickled against the base of his member. The tendril’s coil moved up and down to cover every side with a barrage of tickles from his fur. His main focus, however, was tormenting the increasingly sensitized head of Freddy’s cock with a constant stream of ticklish stimulation. Freddy had never felt such sensitivity in a body part before. It tickled more than any tickle he had ever enjoyed.
“My, my, enjoying ourselves, are we?” Dandy asked.
“Yup, sure am!” Bingles said, his fingers effortlessly gliding over Freddy’s ticklish pits.
“Um, I think that was for Freddy, dumb dumb,” Jaja said. Dandy snickered, his tendril delicately painting the blushing, wet tip of Freddy’s cock with uproarious tickles.
“I think he may just blow again,” Dandy said. Jaja gasped and watched as she skittered her claws freely over his feet and toes.
“Yay!” Jaja said. Freddy stirred against the bed. Sweat soaked into his sheets, his body coated with a thick shine. His loins pulsed, the familiar need stirring beneath his lap began pressing to surface once again. It ached. The pleasure behind such a brewing release came with more pain than usual. His body strained to hold back the pressure, to produce enough seed within him to match the urgency of his lust against the screaming need that his boyhood called out for. Every tickle brought him closer and closer. While before his carnal release was a point of pleasure, Freddy had begun moaning and clenching at the pain under which his body shifted. More and more of it became prominent to his mind, his being. It was agony and euphoric. It was heavenly and torturous. Freddy endured and enjoyed as much as he could, his mind slipping into a near prinmative state of feeling. His hips swiveled and bucked to the tickles that surrounded his cock. Within but a few more strokes, Freddy clenched his hands into fists. A hard grunt forced through his laughter. His back arched, his hips raising atop the bed. His head swam while his body gave into the urge against the aching pressure that hurt so good.
“MMMMMMMMMGGGGGGHHHHMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Freddy moaned. He could feel his mind grow dizzy, even without the element of sight. The monsters paused their ticklish antics to watch as another stream jetted up out of Freddy’s cock. It was more intense, yet smaller than the one before it. It shot up about half way and only contained a fraction of the seed that Freddy had previously spilled. The boy heaved deep breaths, surprised that he was still even awake at all. Through the sensitivity and the constant tickling and the back to back orgasms, he had expected his mind to have given out, that he would have been gifted the mercy of faint. But Freddy laid gasping for air, his chest rising and falling to great lengths.
“Oh my, that one wasn’t as big,” Jaja said, a slight air of disappointment in her voice. Freddy laid weakly against the bed. His arms and legs no longer tugged at the tendrils holding him down. All of him, through sheer exhaustion, had succumbed to his fate and bided in the rest every part of his so desperately craved.
“No it wasn’t,” Dandy observed. He tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
“Did we do somethin’ wrong?” Bingles asked.
“I don’t think so,” Dandy said. The tickle monsters thought for a moment.
“Aww, but I wanted to see the big explosion again,” Jaja whined. Dandy smirked.
“Well then,” he started, “looks like we’re just going to have to keep tickling until we see it again, won’t we?” Freddy was barely able to process the words. His body began to stir uncomfortably at the notion. Bingles clapped while Jaja bounded at the end of Freddy’s bed.
“Yeah!” Jaja cheered. “I wanna tickle the spot now!”
“And I’mma get his belly,” Bingles chuckled.
“That’s fine, I want to try my skills against those adorable feet of his,” Dandy said, sprouting more tendrils from beneath the bed by Freddy’s feet. As the creatures shifted around, Freddy started to become aware once more. He struggled to object, to tell the tickle monsters to stop, that he would not be able to keep going, but by the tendril covering his mouth, all they were able to make out clearly was manic laughter.
The night continued on. Wave after wave of tickles overcame Freddy and his increasingly sensitive body. Jaja rubbed her own fur against the tip of Freddy's cock while her fingers skittered all over the shaft and balls, amazed by the exaggerated reactions the spot brought. Bingles kneaded all over Freddy’s belly, slipping a finger into his navel to earn particularly high squeals from the ticklish lad. Dandy’s tendrils wafted up and down and all over his bound, helpless feet. Several even flossed between and underneath his toes before holding them back so Dandy’s tongue could savor the boy’s ticklish flavor.
Again and again, Freddy’s cock pulsed through forced orgasmic release. Jaja’s tickles brought him there before she tried her best with his feet again, sprouting upwards of ten more hands for each foot. Bingles’s tongue tickled all over Freddy’s ticklish cock with each slow, methodical lick. Dandy returned after the other two brought him to orgasm, releasing three devilishly brushing tendrils against the beet red tip of Freddy’s cock, delighting in tickles that Freddy never imagined possible.
Freddy endured it all. He was their tickle toy, their experiment for the evening. Hours passed within their company, bound to the bed to withstand a ticklish ravishing for their unending delight. He laughed and screamed and released far more orgasms than he ever had before. With each one tickled out of him, Freddy imagined he could cum no more, only to be thoroughly proven wrong, brought to a new level of sensitivity of which his tickle monsters took full advantage. His body became a quivering mass of nerves, perpetually laughing for as long as they deemed necessary. Dandy occasionally snaked his head back up to Freddy’s to whisper in his ear.
“Years to make up for, little Freddy,” he said. “And the night is still young…”
