Feeling The Spins (Patreon)

Scott was a guy that people labeled “one of the good ones”, however he still had his flaws. Though a caring individual, it was fair to say he was equally as oblivious. He’d often joke about losing his head if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders, and no one would disagree. It didn’t matter if it was birthdays, graduations, or any kind of event, the dates would seemingly always sneak up on him. Which made it all the more nerve-wracking when it came to purchasing gifts for said occasions.

Too many times had he left a loved one flabbergasted by the decisions of his last minute presents. A popular one being his famous idea to get his friend Peter a box of Uncle Ben’s for graduating law school with a note saying “remember what’s important.”

Peter hated marvel.

If it was the thought that counts, it was clear the only thought going through Scott’s mind at the time was “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

And this time, he had outdone himself-

——

It was a Saturday Scott desperately needed after a crushing week. After 5 straight days of fulfilling quotas and answering demands he was thrilled when his friends Lizzy and Ren invited him to the fair. With it only in town for a few days of the year, it was the perfect activity to unwind.

As he took in the sights and sounds his phone vibrated for his attention. Without a second thought he looked at the message left for him and instantly felt his stomach drop. A wave of anxiety washed over him as he panicked.

“Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh SHIT!” Scott muttered on repeat. His hands clamped to his mouth as he stopped in the middle of the crowded pathway. His two friends quickly gathered to make sure he was ok.

“What? What happened!?” Ren asked, startled by their friend’s complete change in tone and demeanor.

“Yea Scott, are you alright?” Liz checked as well, almost dropping her Cotten candy at the sounds of his cry.

Their friend only stood there with his eyes bigger than an owls, his face as pale as the hair on his head. With a look of dismay he held out his phone to show them the source of his distress. The two of them looked closely, reading the txt sent by Scott’s girlfriend, Fay.

“Hey handsome! Hope you’re having a good day! Excited to see you later so we can celebrate my birthday! Love you!”

Ren was first to speak, their eyes narrowed in confusion.

“What? What’s the big deal?” They asked, until they noticed the look on their poor pal’s face.

“….”

Scott said nothing. Only looking down at the floor like a dog who had pissed on the rug.

“…. No.” Liz gasped, finally realizing the problem.

“Oh Scott…..” Ren followed, pinching the bridge of their nose. “Please don’t tell me..”

He tried to think of something to say. Something that would take the heat off of him, but all that came from his mouth was the truth.

“…. Ok, so I might have forgotten..”

Liz and Ren just facepalmed, not having a Blues Clue how this boy remembered to feed himself. The two partners just looked at each other with a mix of sympathy and exhaustion. Trying to think of something they could do to help.

Fay was by far the sweetest girl Scott had ever been with. The kind of woman a man should feel privileged to have at his side. The size of her heart almost rivaling the size of her heart-shaped ass. So then why couldn’t he remember when she was fucking born?!

Snapping out of his mental self-flagellation, he looked at his two friends for options. But there were none. There was no hope to play it off, especially since this was far from the first message they exchanged today.

“I think I need to make a call…” Scott said defeatedly, looking for a secluded place to chat.

Ren and Lizzy only nodded in agreement as they gave him some privacy.

——

Scott listened to the phone ring as though it was the bell tolling. He tried to think about what he could say, but there was nothing that would soften the blow. He had fucked up and had to own up to it. Before he knew it, the line was joined by Fay’s soft and innocent voice.

“Hello?” Fay asked, taken off guard at the sudden call.

“Oh… yea, uh… Hey babe..” Scott fumbled with his words, not knowing how to begin.

“Listen-“

“You forgot my birthday.” Fay cut him off, laughing at his stunned silence. “Like, why do you think I even sent that text?”

“I was going to wish it to you!” Scott interjected, obviously lying.

“Scott, baby, I love you, but it’s 4 pm. No you weren’t.” She said still laughing at how clueless her man really was.

“I mean, I’m glad you’re not too mad at least… I’m really *really* sorry, hun. I’ll make up for it by making today the best I can.” Scott said, relieved but still ashamed.

“Aww so sweet. Why would I be mad? Especially when I know exactly what I’m going to do to you as punishment!~” Fay continued, her innocent voice slipping into that sly and mischievous tone that made Scott swoon.

The poor boy’s eyes popped open, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. Frazzled, he looked around to make sure no one was listening.

“Do you know what that’s going to be, Scott?” Fay asked, making sure he was still with her.

“Come on! You can’t do this now!” The young man whined desperately. It did very little to deter his slighted girlfriend, since it was the exact way she loved to hear him.

“Um, excuse you. I can do whatever I want, it’s *my* birthday after all!” She continued, knowingly sounding like a spoiled brat. “And if you didn’t remember my birthday that means you didn’t get me a present, right?”

Scott sighed hopelessly, answering with a quite, “No.”

“No what?” Fay asked knowingly. Determined to make her partner squirm as much as she could. And she knew exactly how to do it.

Scott double checked for anyone that could be listening. Thankfully there was no one around to hear him. He took a deep breath and gave her what she wanted.

“No, Mommy.” His face turned bright red in an instant. From a distance his two friends watched on, assuming he was getting the verbal lashing of his life.

“Good boy!~” Fay chirped. “So if you don’t have a gift for me, then I guess *you’re* just gonna have to be my gift, aren’t you?” She left a pause at the end, hinting it was his turn to speak.

“…I guess so.” Scott hopelessly replied, praying she wasn’t going to make him say it every time. He had no idea where she was going with this, but knew better than to interject.

“Well it’s too bad. Because before I had plans for you to fuck me nice and pretty after we got back from dinner. I thought maybe I could cuff you to the bed and just bounce on your lap until you’re making those cute little noises you know I like so much.”

Scott had to stop himself from openly drooling. Just the thought of her using him in such a manner got him extremely horny. Sadly since he was in public he had to try to keep it together. Less he had to explain to onlookers why he, a grown man, would be so stimulated in a place meant for children.

“Doesn’t that sound nice?~” she asked mischievously. In her soft gentle tone that tickled his ears.

“Yes, Mommy.” He panted.

“Mmm yea it sounds really nice, except that’s a night to have with my boyfriend, and you’re just a gift right? Just a horny toy with a cute cock that I can play with if I feel like it. So how about while you’re cuffed, instead of fucking you, I just run my brush up and down your cock all night long?~”

Scott could feel his knees shaking. It was one of Fay’s favorite things to do to him as a form of playful payback. Though his girlfriend was one of the sweetest women alive, he couldn’t deny her strong dominant streak. In the time they’ve been together he could recall a good few nights that she had left him panting with nothing to show for it but a dripping member.

“H-holy shit Fay. Come on. I said I was sorry!!” The young man begged, trying to get any kind of mercy he could in a situation where he deserved none. Fay was eerily quick in her response.

“Hmm, fine. Then we’ll fuck. But you can’t cum. And THEN I’m going to tickle your dick!” She exclaimed, unable to hold back her laughter anymore. He could feel the excitement radiating off of her through the phone.

Scott’s heart sank further than his stomach. She couldn’t be for real. She wasn’t going to keep him on edge that entire time, right?! Fay’s always tried, but would give in to his begging at one point or another. Fueled by his mistake, he felt there would be zero chance of her changing her mind this time.

“Babe! Come on! I’d go crazy!” He tried to reason, but she was having none of it.

“Sorry, but being my gift and being my boyfriend are two different things. My *boyfriend* gets to fuck me and cum as many times as he wants. My *gift* has to let me play with him like a good boy. Boyfriends cum, gifts get nothing.~” Fay explained, taking great care in doing so. Knowing that the more she talked the more frustrated he became.

With his mind spinning Scott thought fast.

“What if I get you a gift?! A-A really nice gift!” He stammered. Sounding more like an inmate on death row than a man at a Carnival.

It was then Fay’s turn to take a pause. Could he really give her a better gift than the night she described for herself? With her tone switching to skeptical she told him to keep talking.

“What time is dinner tonight? At 7? Give me until then and I promise I’ll have something that’ll make up for all of this.” The young man pleaded, hoping that his partner’s better nature would pull through.

Fay took a few moments to answer until shockingly, she agreed. It was a deal then, Scott had until dinner tonight to find something that would get him out of this mess. If he didn’t, then he’d have to give his heart to god because his balls were Fay’s, and she seemingly thought blue was a fitting color.

With the verbal agreement set, Scott ended the call and took a minute to collect himself. Soon after, he met back with his friends, his face still a bright shade of pink.

“GUYS! WE NEED TO GET A GIFT FOR FAY!”

——

It had been 45 minutes since the gang had split up. Each of them went off in their own direction to find what would be the perfect gift. Setting the ground rules before heading off, they were all clear that it couldn’t just be any innocuous thing. It *had* to be something she herself would think is “special”.

Liz tried her luck at the clothing stores to see what would fit. If Fay was a fan of tacky merchandise, then she had found the holy grail. The unimpressed blond looked over the badly glued together bobble heads and only thought of how screwed Scott really was.

Scott meanwhile was able to find a tent that sold a verity of books. He briefly felt like things were finally going his way, until noticing just what they had. Anything worth buying was a story Fay had already read or bought. Not to mention the quality of a lot of the novels.

Lastly there was Ren, trying their best to win whatever prize they could. Nothing said ‘love’ like a goldfish that would die in a day! They were on their third game of ring toss before Lizz and Scott reconvene behind them.

“I got nothing.” Lizzy confessed, disappointed in herself.

“Yea, no luck on my end either. What about you, Ren?” Scott asked right as they were about to toss the ring, messing them up.

“FUCK!” Ren exclaimed, slamming their hand down on the table. “Well now I have nothing…” They bemoaned, slinking off of the counter.

“I mean, ok! We can still find something. Maybe if we take another look around and go in some other stores.” Scott thought out loud while the other two suddenly checked their phones.

“Crap, sorry Scott. I can’t.” Liz frowned looking up from her device.

“Yea me neither.” Ren added.

“Oh! Oh yea, sorry. I should have figured you two would want to just enjoy the fair!” Scott said worryingly, hoping he wasn’t taking too much of his friend’s day.

“No it’s not that. I mean I literally can’t. Fay just texted me and made me promise I wouldn’t help you.” The sympathetic blond showed her phone as Scott’s stomach dropped.

“What?!” He whined, surprised she hadn’t done this sooner.

“That goes double for me.” Ren added, putting their arm around Liz. “It wouldn’t be much of a special gift if one of us picked it out for her, would it? Plus she said she wants to make it harder for you.”

Scott could only sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. They weren’t wrong. Which meant he was on his own and the clock was ticking down. Including the time it would take him to get ready for dinner, there wasn’t much left.

He started to look around frantically. Like a meerkat he bobbed his head this way and that. Hoping something would pop out to him. Until it finally did.

There at the top of a distant tent was one of the biggest Squash Melons he had ever seen in his life. He had seen the popular plush before, but never THAT sized. The damn thing looked as though it could double as a beanbag chair! It’s small, cutesy face beaming at Scott like a cuddly savior.

His friends asked him what the deal was, until he turned their heads to the big cotton-filled boi. Ren’s eyebrows raised, Liz’s jaw dropped, and the three thought the same thing. It was perfect.

“I…I didn’t even know they made them that sized.” Liz marveled, completely taken a back by the girth of this humongous stuffed honeydew.

“I’d have to strap that thing to the roof of my car!” Scott said with half amazement and half frustration. But it would all be worth it! This was exactly what he needed!

“Yea… there’s only one problem.” Ren spoke up, pointing their finger just below the plushy.

The sign below read “SURVIVE THE TICKLE CHAIR” in garish, red font. A surprising amount of onlookers were gathered around the festivities, though the game didn’t actually have a line.

On the chair itself a disheveled Burnett jerked and struggled as much as the seat’s leather straps would allow, which wasn’t much. At the bottom of the bench spun two wheels going in opposite directions. Both were decked out in a variety of soft looking feathers as each and every one ran along the poor girls soles.

“EHEHEHEH! EHEHAHA!” Squealed the participant in forced delight, as she could feel each of her nerves being stimulated by those evil plumes. Her beat red face hinted that she’d been suffering for hours, when the clock only read 45 seconds.

“Come on, babes! No one likes a quitter!” Shouted a small, curvy clown that stood to the side of the device. Her gloved hands clutched on to a red leaver that looked way too big for her. She bounced excitedly as her ginger pigtails bobbed along.

“IAHAHAHACAHAHANT! IAHAHAHA CAHAHAHANT!” The poor girl snorted as the fluff continued it’s endless running down the bottoms of her long arches. It didn’t matter how slow the wheels turned, it almost made it worse.

“What was that dear?” The adorable clown girl cupped a hand to her ear, pretending that she didn’t understand. “I can barely make out what you said!”

“I CHAHAHAHAHAAHANT! I CANT! HAHAHAH! TURHAHAN IT AHAAHAHAHAHF!!!” The poor lady screamed. Not able to take another second. The face painted employee finally pulled the leaver to the off position. Within seconds the wheels came to a standstill.

“Let’s give her a big hand folks! She almost lasted a full minute!” The bubbly clown girl played up to the audience as she lead them to cheer on the failed contestant. The condescending tone not lost on anyone.

Meanwhile the flustered burnett couldn’t get out of that thing fast enough. She didn’t even bother to put her shoes back on, rather she slung her sneakers over her shoulder and ran like hell. She dashed past the gang and rejoined her own group of friends who were all to ready to laugh about the whole ordeal.

Scott meanwhile stood there with his jaw wide open. This had to be some kind of weird joke. How was there a thing like this here? When Ren and Liz turned to see them they immediately started to giggle.

“Oh Scott.” Liz said, bursting out into another fit of laughter.

“Bro! How the hell are you going to survive that?!” Ren wheezed, busting a gut at the thought of their bud having to sit in that thing. His ticklish nature far from a secret from the couple after that prank played on him years ago.

Scott just stood there like a statue. His eye’s locked on that giant stuff melon’s as he weighed his options. He wasn’t really thinking about this was he?

… was he?

——

“Come on! Be reasonable here!” Scott begged, trying his best for this clown girl to see things his way. He needed that plush and was willing to pay out of pocket for it right now. Hell, if she wanted a check, he would write it.

“Tsk, I said no. That’s not how the game works, sir. You want that plush, you have to take a seat!” The clown said matter of factly, waving her pointer finger as if she was a teacher.

“Please?” Lizzy shyly poked her head into the conversation. “I know it’s not part of the rules, but you’d really be helping my friend out of a pinch.”

The tiny bozo indulgently put her finger to her chin in mock consideration. “Mmmmmmm, nope!~ You want the plushy? Take a seat! Though if *you’d* want to help your friend, I’d be happy to take those flip flops off your hands while we see how long those cute tootsies can last!~”

It was then Ren’s turned to interrupt. Only they grabbed the hand of their girlfriend and dragged her away from the flirty little fool. Before disappearing into the crowd they shot her a death glare, leaving the conversation to just her and Scott.

He tried again. “Look, Ms.-“

“Billy!” She declared, giving him a performative flourish of her fingers and her biggest smile. She extended her hands as if she were basking in the warmth of a spot light in front of an applauding audience.

“Right…” He sighed, getting tired. “Billy, I’m in a lot of trouble here. I’m meeting my girlfriend later for her birthday and I *need* that Squash Melon. I…. I kinda messed up and forgot...” Scott admitted, scratching the back of his head.

For the first time in the convo Billy seemed interested. “Oh? So we got a naughty boy trying to make it up to his lady? Well that changes everything!” She beamed excitedly.

“Really?!” Scott asked, hope clear in his voice.

“Yep! Now there’s NO WAY I’m letting you just buy that prize! You’re gonna have to earn it, Mister!~” Billy cheered, pointing a finger right in-front of Scott’s face.

“WHAT?! But that’s none of your business!” The young man groaned, confused to why the world seemed against him today.

“It is now cutie-pie! So the way I see it, you only have two options. You either pop a squat on Michelle here, or you can take those boy buns of yours and get walk’n!” Billy decreed, enjoying this adventure she’s seemingly become apart of.

Scott could feel his eye twitching as he gave up and walked away. Rejoining his friends, they tried to brain storm ideas for a plan B. After the obvious pass at their girlfriend, Ren wasn’t against stealing the damn thing.

“That girl’s nuts.” Scott grumbled. “There’s got to be something else we could find.”

“I get it, but….” Lizzy started, nervous to finish the thought.

“Buuuut?” The young man asked, already not liking the sound of this.

“Fay wants the Squash Melon.” Ren interjected.

“What??” Scott asked in shock.

“We wanted to make sure you weren’t waisting your time so we snapped a photo and sent it to her.” Liz explained quickly, sensing she wasn’t helping very much.

“Yea, she’s already thinking of names for it so… She also told me to tell you that you don’t need a reminder of what’s at stake here.” Ren informed, unable to hide their giggles.

The young man’s face immediately went beat red. He could tell by the look in their eyes that Fay had told them everything.

“What’s at stake?” Liz asked innocently. Before Scott could interject Ren was already whispering into her ear. Her expression quickly changed from a worried frown to a sympathetic smile.

“Oh! Oh Scott…~” She tried to sound comforting, but was soon laughing along side their partner at what was riding on the line.

His face still red, scott stood there and stewed in his humiliation. He wanted to tell them to shut up, but turning on his friends would do very little for him. Feeling out of options, he walked back to Billy who was only too happy to see him.

“Well well well, look who comes crawling back to little ol me?” The short stack bozo teased as she fluttered her eyelashes.

Scott just ran his hands through his white hair and sighed. He couldn’t believe this was his best option. Seemed as though the only choice he had was to be tickled now by some sort of contraption from hell, or be tickled by his girlfriend and be denied orgasm….

“….So what are the rules of this thing?”

———

Scott could feel himself trembling as he sat atop the tickle chair and looked out into the audience. All of them looked back, waiting for Billy to strap the young man down to see how long he’d last. As the kooky clown sang to herself, she secured in Scotts wrists and ankles. Assuring that there was truly nowhere to go.

She took more time binding his ankles than his writs or midsection, using it as an excuse to admire Scott’s feet. Surprisingly soft looking for a male’s, her smile widened as she thought about how much she loved her job. A few time she had even “accidentally” touched them as she fastened the restraints, very pleased by his twitchy reactions.

Scott meanwhile could feel his stomach doing backflips. He didn’t like many people near his feet and having Billy so close to them did nothing for his nerves. He had not been *seriously* tickled since that prank long ago with his swimming team and wasn’t looking forward to a potentially worse experience. Every little touch made him flinch and the timer hadn’t even started yet.

Lizzy and Ren meanwhile were out amongst the crowd, ready to cheer their support. The nervous blond held tightly to their partner as Ren sneakily kept their phone recording. Knowing Fay was going to love this.~

Finally done with the preparations, Billy stood in front of her newest victim and addressed the crowd. All of them applauded, hoping that this round would actually make it past a few minutes.

“Hey-o everyone!!” Billy began. “It looks like we all have ourselves a new contestant!” She paused and allowed the people to cheer, unveiling Scott as if she was a gameshow girl. “This here is my friend Scott! Everybody say, Hi Scott!“

“Hi, Scott!” The people repeated, as if he was in some type of demented self help group.

Catching the young man off guard, Billy plopped her plump bottom on his lap and threw an arm around him. “Scotty here is looking to earn himself, THE BIG ONE!” She cheered, pointing her other hand up towards the Squash Melon as everyone oohed and awed.

Scott meanwhile felt his cheeks flaring as this clown girl made herself comfortable on top of him. She tickled under his chin as he swore he could feel the subtle grinding of her hips down onto his lap. He wondered if this was part of the game, but wanted it to stop before she tried to talk about the first thing that “popped up.”

“Well Scotty, if you want to win big then you have to be tough! Them’s the rules. For 5 minutes, you get any of the small dollies. For 10 you could walk away with a nice lava lamp. But if it’s the big guy you want, then you’re gonna have to sit it out for the WHOLE 15 minutes.~” Billy explained, still scratching a single finger under his chin as she spoke.

The young man grit his teeth for a number a reasons. The amount of time, the finger flirting with his jawline, and this clowns plush ass weighing down on him. He wasn’t sure if he should look to the people, or to her. Scott just looked lost and at the mercy of this clown and her tickling game.

“So!“ Billy chirped, finally pulling her finger away and interlocked her hands behind his neck. “Think you’re ready to play?~”

Scott just looked at this fool, face red, stomach spinning, and his naked toes curling. He tried to say yes, but could only muster a timid nod of his head. To which Billy let out a girlish squeal.

“EEEEEEEEEEEE! You’re so cute! Then let’s get this party started!” Billy sang, finally hopping herself off of the contestant’s lap. From the corner of her eye she could see the slight tent in his pants and smiled proudly. With purpose, she gripped onto the red leaver and looked at all of the eager faces in the crowd. “Alright gang! Let’s count her down!” Billy yelled as her fans roared back with excitement.

“10!”

The crowd chanted along. A bunch of shy eager participants ready to see how bad this thing really was.

“9!”

Scott took a deep breath. He felt as though his heart would explode out of his chest. He repeated that this was for Fay like a mantra.

“8!”

Billy’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. Surely this was going to be the best round yet! Everything was better with stakes!

“7!”

Liz held on to Ren a little tighter. She wasn’t sure why she felt her heart fluttering at the thought of their friend suffering in that chair.

“6!”

Ren meanwhile had no reservations about enjoying the show. Being the one who orchestrated Scott’s tickling at the hands of all his teammates so long ago, they smiled. Ready to see the sequel, they kept their camera steady and zoomed in

“5!”

The people got louder. The noise attracting others at the fair. Curious passers by all wondering what all the commotion was about.

“4!”

Billy bounced with each number, ready to get this show on the road. She wondered how mad Scott’s girlfriend would be if he lost. Would she not let him touch her? The thought of him being made to sleep on the couch, horny and denied made her giggle. Maybe he’d use the memory of her ass on his lap and find relief that way.~

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

Scott closed his eyes. This was it! He had to do his best! With a loud “GO!!” from Billy she pulled the leaver to the on position as an ominous buzz hummed through the chair. ‘Michelle’ was starting up. and Scott could feel her vibrating from below him. As if starting a train, the wheels began to turn ever so slightly. What started as a slight graze turned into a fiendish dragging.

Scott reacted immediately to the feeling of the feathers moving across his feet. The pointy tips of the fluffy implements making the poor boy’s eye twitch.

“Pfffaaha!… AAAH! Aah!” The young man sputtered through his sealed lips. He immediately failed in his plan to look strong at the start of this.

“Uh oh!” Billy gasped in mock surprise, picking up on Scott’s weakness. “I think we have a ticklish boy on our hands!~”

The crowd laughed, Liz and Ren included. It was as obvious to them as it was to everyone that he looked completely out of his depth. The wheels carelessly continued their cycle at the bottom’s of his soles, flirting with every one of his nerves as they whispered by.

“AHAHAH! aahahah! NO! N-nowhahahahhah!!!” Scott carried on as if he was in two minds. As soon as he would give into the laughter, he tried to push it back down. Sadly, it only made the next batch of guffaws even louder.

Meanwhile the clock had barely even reached the thirty second mark. Time moved at a snails pace as the orgy of feathers ran wild on his trapped boy feet. Regardless of how hard he pulled, the straps held, keeping him right where he didn’t want to be.

“HAHAHAAAAAAAAH! OH GHAHAAAHAHAAAHA! OHOH GAHAHAHD NOAHAHAH!” Scott howled, unable to try to fight back anymore. Everyone was able to see him trying to rip himself from the seat, but too weak compared to his bonds. All the while Billy watched on, fully enjoying herself.

“Let’s hear it for him folks! A whole minute down!” She cheered towards the audience who roared back in kind. No matter how condescending the compliment actually was.

The hectic young man could only burst out into more hysterics as thanks. The feathers not giving him a single inch to breath as one stroke was met by another and met by another after that. Still, a single minute down, 14 more to go!

——

The clock counted 5 full minutes of non-stop tickling and Scott certainly looked it. His face glistened with sweat as he tried hectically to withstand another second. All of his frantic struggling had tired him out to the point he just laid their helplessly and took whatever punishment this machine was able to inflict.

The crowd were at an even mix of fascination and enthrallment. Some members of the audience where intrigued by seeing this poor lad try to stick out the impossible. Others found the spectacle ridiculous in concept, but curious about how bad it really was. While none too few were just finding amusement in Scott’s suffering.

Liz for her part was completely silent. Her eyes fixated on Scott’s feet as the wheels unforgivingly continued to turn. She wondered if she should have tried to compete instead, but felt her body tense at the thought. Ren loved to tickle her feet, knowing a few strokes would make her weak at the knees. In a device like that, she’d be putty!!

Ren’s face meanwhile was indistinguishable from the clown at the controls. They watched the show through the screen of their phone, taking care to zoom on his face at certain points. They couldn’t believe they were watching Scott get tickled again!

There was a particularly intense prank war between the two of them a few years back, which quickly turned into a game of chicken. Neither wanted to be the one to yield to the other’s mischief, causing the game to get more intense. Scott thought Ren was close to breaking first, but couldn’t have been more wrong.

Thanks to a few friends Ren knew in the swimming team, they were able to let it slip amongst the girls just how ticklish Scott was. Which also happened to coincide with an incident where he had missed an important meeting forcing his teammates to stay late on a Friday night. Suffice to say, the information was put to good use.~

Ren never forgot that night. Scott bound to a bench in the locker room while members of the swim team both male and female lined up to take a turn at tickling him. They never noticed until that night how nice Scott’s feet where, being sure to tickle them until he finally admitted he had lost their war. He was practically making the same face he was back then. His boyish features, now racked and twisted into a look of forced merriment and embarrassment. It was surprisingly attractive to them, even though Scott wasn’t their type.

Billy meanwhile was getting more into it by the minute. The clown had to admit, she didn’t think the guy would last this long. She started to get excited. Were they actually going to get to showcase what Michelle could do? And this wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg!

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHA! AHA! EEHAHAH!” Scott continued to squeal until he was cut off by Billy.

“Yea yea that’s great and all Scotty, but I have bigger news! You’re up to an impressive 5 minutes and 23 seconds!!!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, encouraging people to applaud.

Scott screamed as well, but for completely different reasons. Randomly the feathers would run by a particularly sensitive spot that sent a tingle up his spine. Every now and then he’d look up at that giant melon he was doing this for and wonder if it was worth it.

“Glad to know you’re as happy as any of us! Haha!~” The face painted girl cackled. “But if you liked that then you’re going to love this. You’ve officially gone long enough to earn yourself a dolly!”

Everyone clapped their hands in congratulations as the bozo pulled one of the little things from out of her back pocket. She came up close and shook it in Scott’s face. Through tear filled eyes the disheveled young man watched as this stuffed toy was made to kiss him on the nose over and over again.

“See! Aren’t they the cutest? Maybe your girlfriend would want one of these instead?” Billy asked, knowing full well the answer was “No”.

“AHAHAHAHAH SHAAHAAAAT UAHAHAAHAHAHAH! YOAHAHAHAHAHKNAHAUAAE IAHAHA CAAHAHAHAHA!” Was all he could reply with. Especially as the feathers had hit that same sweet spot three times now.

“Aww what, you don’t want it? But that mean’s you’ll have to stay in longer.~” Billy stated in mock sympathy, not even caring to hide her knowing smile.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOAUAHAHAHAH BAAHAHAHAAHAHCHAHAH!” The young man screamed, his insults falling on def ears as Billy went back to her leaver.

“Suit yourself babes! That just means it’s time to turn this puppy up a notch!” The clown girl exclaimed, pulling the red control slightly to the left before turning it hard to the right.

The chair began to vibrate once more as the ominous buzzing returned. The gears in the machine heaved as the wheels began to cycle faster. The feathers hitting their mark in quicker succession than before. One would barely be half way through its stroke before he felt another and then another!

Scott started to buck and struggle again. The fluffy sensations continuously flirting with his feet had him forgetting what he had learned five minutes ago. There was no escape. Not unless he gave up, and accepted the fate Fay had chosen for him.

With options low and the tickling getting worse, Scott threw his head back and did the only thing he could. Laugh, it was useless to resist anyway. If there was anything his body wasn’t short of at this point, was laughter. With his entire being behind it, he laughed harder than he ever had in his life.

——

With 10 minutes on the clock and only five to go Scott looked like death himself. His white hair was matted and his shirt was drenched in sweat. But still, he sat there, staying the corse.

What was once hearty laughter were now desperate groans. He could only bite his bottom lip and throw his head any which way. Anything that would distract him from the mayhem on his souls.

In the audience, Liz and Ren were actively cheering him on. Along with a few others who had been watching since the start. They were amazed by his determination and let him know with thunderous applause. It didn’t matter if he lasted 5 more minutes or 5 more seconds, Scott had earned their respect.

Billy meanwhile leaned against the leaver with her finger to her chin. Funny enough, she had never had anyone stick it out this long. Michelle was on the highest setting she could go, which meant there was no way to make the last few minutes more challenging. The clown girl almost lamented, before hatching herself one last dastardly plan. While Scott was busy wheezing, the short stack fool skipped her way down the stage and stood behind the chair.

“What’s she doing now?” Liz asked.

“I have no clue, but it’s going to be trouble….” Ren warned, keeping the phone steady and locked on her.

Scot didn’t realize Billy was behind him until he jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Hey Scotty! Just wanted to let you know that you’re just a few minutes away from winning! Isn’t that awesome-sauce?” She smiled at him, eye level with him as he sat there mewling.

“AHAH!… AHAAH! I-AHA.. (pant) I HAHAHA” He replied, unable to find any actual words to say.

“D’awww, I love you too! But I can’t let these last few minutes be easy for you, can I?~” She asked, her tone turning malicious at the end.

The ruined young man just looked into her eyes, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Then it became clear. His eyes went wide as she mischievously wiggled her fingers at him while giving a smile so demented, she had her tongue between her teeth.

“N-NO! NOAHAHAH!” Was all all he could reply.

Billy’s expression didn’t change. She only slunk back behind the chair and out of his vision. The next thing Scott knew, he felt the clowns tiny, gloved fingers running up his shirt and teasing at his ribs.

“NOAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Scott exploded, bursting into renewed hysterics all over again.

“UH OH!~ I think I found Scotty’s noise box! Check out all the sounds you make when I press here. Or here! Oh, or here!!” Billy was practically laughing herself silly at this point.

In the crowd Lizzy just gasped. She looked around if anyone cared as much as her, but everyone seemed to just be enjoying the show. She looked to Ren, finally noticing they were recording.

“REN!!” She chastised, but then just rolled her eyes and continued. “Is she allowed to do that??? I feel like she shouldn’t be allowed to do that!” The sweet blonde said nervously, hoping that this certified silly bitch wasn’t going to kill their friend.

Ren only shrugged and zoomed back in on the action. It’s not that they didn’t care. It was more that it was clear from the start that Billy was a wild card. They might not like it, but until that clock struck 15, Scott was at her mercy.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAH! IAHHAAHAH TOAHAHAHA MAAHAHAHAHAHAH!! TOAHAHAH MAHAHAHAHA!”

Scott roared, fearing he was in danger of losing his voice.

Nothing changed though. The feathers at his feet continued to spin at an agonizing speed while this crazy chick was playing him like a piano. His entire body shook as it felt like nothing existed but the torture.

“Aw what’s this? Oh I think there’s a better spot if I go higher! What do you think Scotty? Think I’m going to find something fun if I move up a little bit?” Billy teased, slowly moving her tickling fingers towards his hallow armpits.

Scot just closed his eye’s tight, knowing what was coming next. Within seconds his hairless underarms were invaded by five wiggling digits each. Billy made sure to scrape her nails right in the center for maximum efficiency, and wasn’t disappointed with the reactions she got.

“Oh! Oh! OH! I think Scotty has ticklish little pits! Awww, and their so nice a smooth too! You must have a lucky girl at home! Better not disappoint her! Huh? Huh? Gonna quit? Coochie Coochie coo coo coo!!!~” The excited fool sang, refusing to give the poor boy a second of rest.

“NOAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHAHAHAHAHAH! NOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” The exhausted young man yelled defiantly. Which earned him another round of applause from the onlookers.

“YOU TELL HER SCOTT!!” Lizzy yelled, relieved to see there wasn’t much longer to go.

“YEA! NO ONE MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID BUT YOU!!” Ren chanted, a little less helpfully. Noticing the glare from their girlfriend, they went back to being a glorified cameraman.

Billy meanwhile had one last little trick up her sleeve. Though, this was more for her own personal pleasure than anything pertaining to the game at hand. First, she switched off her mic, so the only one who’d hear her words were her new tickle toy. Second, she removed her hands from his armpits and placed them at his nipples.

Scott immediately heaved forward as much as his bonds would allow, but wasn’t able to shake Billy’s intrusive fingers. Before he knew it she began to pinch and flick, starting a whole new kind of laughter.

“Oops! Sorry! Just thought I’d turn up the dial on my favorite radio station! It’s called ‘Cute Ticklish Boys Who Don’t Know When to Quit.” The clown girl falsely apologized, taking great care to lightly pinch both nipples and turn them to the right.

“OOOOHAHA! OOAHAH! OOOAARGH!” Scott reacted in kind. His laughter now a lot lower. A lot more animalistic.

“No wait, that’s not right! I think it’s on this channel.~” Billy teased, now turning the poor boy’s “dials” to the left.

“EEEEEEAAAAHH! EEEHAHAHAHA!!!” Scott drooled, while at the same time his feet were still at the mercy of this demon chair. Except now all of this stimulation was beginning to cause something else. Something a lot more embarrassing that Billy was counting on.

Her face lit up when she saw exactly what she wanted. Scott’s tent wasn’t just back, but back with a vengeance. Only visible to her, the flirtatious clown girl gawked shamelessly.

“Oooooo! Whatchya got there Scotty? OH MY! How do you think your girlfriend would feel if she saw you popping boners for other women? I might be the one in face paint, but your the one acting like a clown now! Hahaha!” Billy continued playing, now being sure to lightly twist his nipples in opposite directions.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Scott wailed, his face a mixture of hatred and love as this weirdo continued to toy with him. If he lived to see tomorrow, he promised himself he’d never forget anything ever again!

Billy continued, her voice taking on a sensual and mischievous tone. “Too bad you’re gonna lose.~ Now she’s gonna be super DUPER mad! Looks like Scotty is gonna be in the dog house! Bud don’t worry cutie-“ she trailed off, bring her lips closer to his ear. “You can always think about me when you’re alone.~”

The poor boy howled. He was completely beside himself now without a single clue what to do. He had no clue how much time was left and how much time Pac passed. He just felt his body shiver as her sensual words made him throb.

“Come ooooooon! Don’t you think I’m sexy?~” She asked flirtatiously, flicking her devious digits against his hardened nubs. “Maybe you should give that big plushie to me instead. That be so sweet! You know my feet are pretty ticklish too, and I just *love* when a submissive boy like you gets their revenge on me. Don’t you think i deserve a good tickling Scotty? Don’t you think I’ve been a bratty clown?~”

“YAHAHAHAHAHAAS! YAAHHAAHAHAHAH! YAHAAHHAAAAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” In his broken state, Scott couldn’t agree more. At this point he wanted to make her squeal just like he had done to her… and then turn her over and…

NO! He was going to stay the corse! He was going to make it! He could feel it! He could feel it just as much as he could feel every feather and finger on his skin.

“Awww is that a yes? Is Billy’s new ticklish puppy going to come home with her for a few more laughs?” She said excitedly, knowing boys like this were all too easy.

But with whatever strength he had left, Scott shook his head. No matter what, that Squash Melon was meant for one girl and one girl only. And it was the one who was totally going to deny his orgasm and be very pouty at him for like, a bit if she didn’t get it.

“NOAAAHAAOAOHAHA!“ Scott screamed in his last act of defiance. His answer getting a shocked smile from his tickler.

“PFFAHAHA! Suit yourself then, loser!” Billy mocked, spitefully taking her hands off his nipples and back into his pits. “Then you can just sleep on your couch and jerk off to what you could have had! Coochie Coochie Coochie coo!!!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! NAHAHAHAH! NOAHAHA!! HAAHAHAHAHAHAALP! NOAHAHAHAHAH SHEHEHEHAHAHS KIHAHAHAING MEHEHAHAH! NOAHAHAHHAHAH!!!” Scott begged, but nothing he said could be understood.

He sat there, thrashing his body to the worst tickling he had ever felt in his life. His feet were on fire. His pits were on fire. His nipples were hard and tingly. His cock was rock hard. It was too much! It was just too much!! Scott gasped for hair, feeling everything go black.

The last he heard was the audience counting down the final seconds. He was so close, he just had to hold on. He just had to take it for just a bit longer.

He just had to.

H-he just h-had to….

He just…. had…

——

A calm melody played throughout the restaurant as the sounds of clinking glasses and camaraderie filled the night air. Fay had arrived early and was enjoying a drink before her boyfriend joined her. To pass the time she watched a video sent to her by her friend, unable to hold back her smile as she did so.

As she sipped at her whine she couldn’t help but be enthralled. There was her man, riving at the mercy of some kind of machine, all so she could have a gift she’d really wanted. And that was why she could never be truly mad at how clueless he was sometimes.

Scott was oblivious, but never out of malice or lack of care. He was just…. Him. With all the flaws and perks that went along with it. Obviously she’d never make excuses for him, but he always took on the responsibility of what he had forgotten.

She only got midway into the video when Scott himself came barreling into the establishment. Looking as nice as he could for a man who’d been through hell, he ran up to Fay and hugged her as tight as he could.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Fay.” He repeated, his voice hoarse from all the forced laughter.

Fay returned the hug in kind and lead him into a long deserved kiss. “Apology accepted! I love you so much!” She comforted as they embraced. “Don’t even worry about any stupid gifts. I think you’ve been through enough. And I’m going to be sure you’re rewarded.”

Scott’s eyebrows raised, not expecting that after all he went through. Without saying a word, he just lightly took her hand and pulled her out of the establishment, where his car was parked in front. Fay’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas when she saw what was strapped to the top of it.

“I mean, that’s fair and all. But then what are we going to do with this thing?” Scott joked, basking in his girlfriends child like reaction.

It was the boy! The giant squishy boy himself! Tied tightly to the car by Ren, Liz, and Scott. His tiny, vacant smile bringing his girlfriend to near tears. He didn’t know what he was going to do with it, but now that it was his he was never letting it go.

Fay wrapped her arms around his neck and almost drowned him in a flood of tiny kisses. That was when Scott knew for sure that he had done right.

It was safe to say that Scott had learned a valuable lesson. And after what he promised during that ordeal, he knew he’d be turning over a new leaf. You know, as soon as he remembered what it was he promised…

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