Anthony The Captive 2DISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, you are in the wrong place. With that said, enjoy the show!More Like This
The young brunette lay on the bed, well, he was tied to the bed. His limbs were stretched out to the bedposts, he was blindfolded, and his mouth was filled with a bright red ballgag. There were earbuds in his ears, piping music he passionately hated into his brain.
Anthony was wiggling on the bed, playful agony encompassing him. His parents decided to put his tickle torture on hold while they made dinner, but they weren’t about to let him get off easy. Country music, the sound Anthony hated more than any other, issued from the headphones, driving him nuts. That being said, it was pretty nice to have a break with some other kind of torture besides crazy tickles.
Finally, the headphones were pulled from his ears and the blindfold came off of his eyes. Anthony blinked and saw his mom standing over him, smiling. “Time for
Anthony The CaptiveDISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, you are in the wrong place. With that said, enjoy the show!More Like This
Anthony merrily walked home, ready for his week-long break from school. He and his mom had come up with an exciting plan for the coming days, and he couldn’t wait for what was coming.
Basically, Anthony had said that he wanted to be held captive the whole week by his parents, frequently getting tickled out of his mind. He had also made a few… more unusual requests that raised a couple eyebrows. But his mom had acquiesced, but also said that there were going to be a few surprises along the way. Therefore, Anthony was incredibly excited.
He walked in the front door, dropping his backpack on the floor. The young brunette looked over at the hall table, and saw a bright red ballgag sitting on it. He just about squealed with excitement. That had been one of his big requests, and it seemed his mom had decided to honor it.
Daily Quickie #82: Tammy's Prisoner 3“What are you giggling about?”More Like This
“This is funny!”
“I don’t know! It just is!”
Ben rolled his eyes. He and Anthony were tied back-to-back on the coffee table, and Anthony just couldn’t stop giggling. He seemed to find Ben’s capture hilarious, much to the young boy’s annoyance. “Alright, I’ll give you something to laugh about!”
He twisted his wrists around in his bonds, and managed to get both of his palms pressing up against Anthony’s bare tummy. He began to lightly squeeze the puppy fat-laced belly, and Anthony giggled loudly in response. “Heeheehee! Nahahahahahahhhh!” He was thrashing as much as he could within the tight ropes, but was making no headway.
“That’s what you get, Anthony! That’s what happens when people laugh at me!” He tickled the cute little belly for a couple minutes before he had to pull away. The ropes were beginning to cut into his
Daily Quickie #78: Tammy's Prisoner 2Anthony was lying on his bed, bound in the familiar spread-eagle, with Tammy wisping two feathers over his squirming bare feet. He was wiggling around and giggling, enjoying the gentle tickles from his captor, when the phone rang.More Like This
“Oh, that must be Ben.” Anthony said. “Oh, crap! We were supposed to hang out today!” Tammy picked up the phone and held it up to his ear, moving one of the feathers to glide all over his tummy. “Figure something out.” she said teasingly as Anthony tried to bite back his giggles.
“Hey, Anthony. Where are you?” Ben said. He was lying sprawled over a couch in his living room, bored out of his skull. “Uhh, (phhhnn!) sorry, Ben. I’m a little (heeheehee) tied up at the moment.” Anthony managed to reply. Ben heard a sudden click, and then silence.
Ben rolled his eyes. He understood that Anthony meant that literally, and was now sufficiently motivated to go investigate. Before leaving, he decided to r
Daily Quickie #77: Tammy's Prisoner Part 1Tammy walked into the large house, finding it silent as the grave. She had received a call about a month earlier from a young boy who had found her YouTube channel. He said his name was Anthony, and he was looking for a babysitter. His parents were going to France for their twentieth anniversary, and he needed someone to watch him for a week while they were gone. She gladly accepted, and Anthony asked her if she still tickled her charges. She laughed, and told him that she would gladly tickle him if he wanted her to.More Like This
She had consequently expected him to come dashing up to her the second she entered the house, but the young brunette was nowhere to be seen. Tammy walked throughout the main floor, calling his name, but no response. When she reached the living room, she spied a sheet of paper lying on the table. She picked it up and read it, smiling to herself.
-Tammy. I am hiding somewhere in the house. If you find me within two hours, I will be your willing tickle captive for the whole w
Ben's New FriendDISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, you are in the wrong place. With that said, enjoy!More Like This
Ben stood on the doorstep of the big, modern-looking house, eagerly awaiting the answer of the doorbell. A new boy had joined their class after winter break, and Ben had immediately taken to him.
His name was Anthony, and he seemed to be singing a different tune than the other boys in Ben’s class. He wasn’t really interested in sports, and preferred to sit and read. He wasn’t exactly fat, but there was a distinct layer of puppy fat over his body that pretty distinctly rounded him out. Ben was the first boy to talk to him on their first day of class, and they hit it off. Kyle had greeted him politely, but they didn’t really have too much in common. But Ben and Anthony’s connection was immediately apparent, and their parents had arranged for Ben to come to Anthony’s house the next weekend.
Within about te
Cosmo's Chrismas Present (Part 3)A young girl with green hair and rosebuds on the sides of her head opened up her blue eyes and woke up with a yawn. She stretched herself out and crawled out from under her covers. Her two-toed bare feet made a slapping noise against the floor as she walked over to the other side of her room. Here, there was a two-tailed fox with orange and white fur. He had a blindfold on and was also barefoot. His wrists were cuffed above his head and he was dangling from the ceiling so that his feet weren’t touching the floor. The girl shook him to get him to wake up.More Like This
“Tails- rise and shine. C’mon, get up.” she said.
She got no response, so she wiggled her fingers on the fox’s tummy. This got him to respond, and he woke up right away, snickering in response to the tickling.
“Hahahahahahahahaha! I’m awake Cosmo!” Tails giggled.
Cosmo continued to tickle Tails anyway for a couple of minute
Cosmo's Christmas Present (Part 2)Two days have passed by since Christmas Eve, when Tails had offered Cosmo to be her tickle slave for an entire week. Cosmo had been routinely tickling Tails for hours on end. Sometimes she’d go easy on him and give him little tickles with lengthy breaks. Other times, she’d be so wrapped up in her fun that she’d accidentally tickle Tails unconscious. Tails himself was enjoying his time as Cosmo’s prisoner, even though he was a bit exhausted.More Like This
It was morning at the moment, and Cosmo had chained Tails to the wall in their basement. She had placed a pillow between the wall and Tails’s head, and she also placed some pillows under him as well. For additional comfort, Cosmo would place a blanket (that she had given Tails for Christmas) on top of his body so that he wouldn’t get cold. After all, the basement wasn’t exactly the warmest place in the house. Tails was able to fall asleep comfortably thanks to
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I turned my head slowly, listening to the sounds of the forest around me. I was perched on a branch up in a tree crouching there silently. This kid that I had met on DeviantArt had somehow persuaded me to participate in a spy game with him. I huffed in annoyance, getting tired of waiting.
Honestly, I thought, its really stupid to try an engage me in spy games. Unbeknownst to many people, I had participated in several events at one of the schools I attended while in Utah. These activities were called 'flour wars'. They were basically capture the flag, but instead of tagging people, you had to bomb them with packets of flour. The terrain was much like this one: wooded, with lots of places to hide. There was even a shallow river flowing near by. The poor kid wouldn't know what hit him. I shimmied down from my branch in the tree and quickly reenacted part 1 of my winning strategies from the flour war. I waded into the river, sinking down until all but