Intruder
by Aura Mender
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A soft and slightly
irritated murmur emanated from beneath the quilt of 18-year-old Casper Conner
as he slowly drifted back into consciousness. Something had woken him, but
he wasn’t sure what. Listening carefully, he discovered the sound of
muted footfalls downstairs.
Daniel? He thought groggily to himself.
Daniel was Casper’s ex-boyfriend. He had left him only days ago when
Casper admitted his tickling fetish. Casper had been devastated but he had
a house and a job as a psychiatric nurse, which ensured that he would be okay
financially. The trouble was that it couldn’t possibly be Daniel because
there had been no bitterness in the break-up, so he wouldn’t break in
to his house. Daniel had simply decided that he couldn’t stand to be
tickled on a regular basis and that they weren’t right for each other.
Okay, so it can’t be Daniel, Casper’s mind went on. So who then?
Thoughts of burglars crept into Casper’s thoughts, startling him awake.
He quickly climbed out of bed, his bare feet silently finding the hard, wooden
floor and he began sneaking to the stairs. Casper wasn’t a fighter and
he wasn’t sure what he planned to do if there was a burglar in the house.
The noises he had heard before had come from the games room (he had bought
a snooker table and decided to turn the guest room into a games room) but there
had been silence for a while and Casper wasn’t sure where to look.
However, such knowledge proved unnecessary as a pair of strong arms locked
themselves around Casper’s slim waist, locking his arms into a useless
position.
"
Do you live alone?" said a cold voice from behind him.
After a few seconds, Casper nodded in response.
"
Good." The voice drawled, and Casper sensed a smile spreading across those
unseen lips. "I’ve heard about you boy. You’re the one who
lost your boyfriend because of your…interests."
Again, Casper nodded. Adrenaline had swept over him and he was shaking badly, "Please
don’t hurt me." He whispered.
"
Hurt you boy?" asked the voice, "you wish. I have a better idea." He
continued. With the mention of his ‘interests’ and the playful
element in the man’s voice, it sounded like his ‘better idea’ might
not be so bad. Perhaps there was a reason that he had broken into this house
in particular.
Casper’s minds immediately provided images of tickling and he realized
that he hadn’t jerked-off in a while. For a moment he marveled at the
workings of a frightened mind before realizing that he was turned on by the
entire situation. A fact that was practically bursting through his boxer shorts.
A few confused seconds later Casper realized that he was lying atop his snooker
table, tied down spread-eagled. First, he cursed himself for choosing the snooker
table over the much smaller pool table because then he couldn’t be tied
like this, and then he amended that thought and it became self-praise. If he
had bought the pool table instead he couldn’t be tied down like this.
He became excited.
"
Hey boy." Came the unknown man’s voice, "I found a wall safe
out there in the next room. I need the combination."
Casper knew the safe and it’s contents. He couldn’t tell him the
combination because the safe contained the very first gift ever given to him
by Daniel: a ring made of platinum. It was very valuable and the intruder would
undoubtedly take it. Besides, maybe if he withheld information the burglar
would try to get it out of him with a feather.
"
Please, not the safe." He begged, as the man came into view. He was wearing
a mask and he remained mysterious as he walked to the foot of the table…where
his feet were. "What are you going to do?" He asked, his cock so
full of blood that he worried it might explode.
"
First, I’m going to give you what you want," He replied, much to
Casper’s excitement "but after a while, you won’t want it
anymore. Of course I’ll only stop when I have the combination.
What exactly had he meant by ‘what you want’? Was he really going
to tickle him? Suddenly Casper was afraid again. The man was right, after a
while the tickling would stop being erotic and would become torture. He liked
being tickled but he had never been tortured intensely. Maybe he was in over
his head…
His thoughts were cut off as he felt a fingertip glide up his bare sole, making
him jump and giggle. Casper’s hesitation about whether or not he could
withstand tickling had left him more vulnerable than he would have been and
he began to panic. He couldn’t hold out. He knew it.
"
No wait, please. I ca-" Once again he was cut off as the man tickled his
bare feet. Not a gliding finger this time, but a merciless scrabbling of ten
fingertips over both his soles. He felt them move over his heels and up his
arches onto the balls of his feet, before moving back again. It didn’t
take long for his torturer to discover that the spot right in the center of
his sole was the best, or the worst part. Casper quickly found that wriggling
his feet around didn’t really help any, and tugging at his bonds was
useless and tiring.
Between his screams and laughter, he managed to choke out half-intelligible
phrases that basically translated to "Okay I’ll tell you, please
stop!" Which of course he didn’t do.
"
I said I’d stop once you’d told me the combination." He told
him, "So spill."
Suddenly the fingers darted away from his arches and began their exploration
of his toes, the only place on his feet that were worse than the previously
preferred spot. As his screams became more frantic, his words became less understandable
and it took ten minutes to get the combination out through his torture.
Tickler – as Casper had decided to refer to him – didn’t
stop altogether, but slowed down until he wasn’t tickling anymore. This
meant an extra few seconds of torture that made Casper sure that the intruder
was in fact a tickle fetishist. He watched his silhouette leave the room and
listened as he opened the safe and emptied it.
"
That was the wrong combination." He growled as he returned to the doorway.
Casper’s eyes went wide. He had heard him open the safe! He had heard
him empty it!
"
No." He whispered, terrified. He knew what was happening. Tickler was
inventing an excuse to tickle him some more. "Please." Once more
he was begging and knowing that it was futile.
Tickler walked to Casper’s side and he felt his stomach tense. He simply
closed his eyes and whispered to himself, "Oh god." He was helpless
and could only wait. Which he didn’t do for long before fingers began
probing at his bare belly and sides, making him buck and yell and, after a
short time, return to giggling hysterically. Incoherent pleas leaked though
the laughter that flowed from him. Even Casper couldn’t understand what
he was begging for. Even is Tickler had ended his torture, Casper wouldn’t
make any sense. He was only babbling in an attempt to find something that would
make the torture stop. Of course there was nothing that could be said and so
he had to resort to little more than, "blah, blah, blah!" Which is
more than Tickler heard anyway.
"
You haven’t even begun to suffer." Tickler whispered menacingly,
as his tickling hands traveled slowly up his torso and began tickling his chest.
Casper’s response to this was to curl into a ball, which – obviously – he
couldn’t do on account of his bonds. "I’m going to tickle
you to death."
"
I told you the combination! I heard you open the safe! What else do you want?!" He
screamed, suddenly coherent, perhaps due to the fear that Tickler was going
to discover his sensitive ribs and underarms.
"
You’re calling me a liar?" Came the whispered response in a mocking
tone, "I don’t like to be called a liar." Suddenly Casper was
more afraid than before, when was this going to end? Was it going to end? Could
he really be tickled to death?
"
Please…" Was all he could manage before his fears were realized
as Tickler moved his hands onto Casper’s ribcage, still tickling. A horrified
scream tore from Casper’s lungs, "NOT THERE!!!" before he returned
to hysterics.
"
What? Right here? It’s extra bad right here?" Teeth could be seen
in the shadows, smiling maniacally, below eyes so wide and hungry that Casper
felt sure they could tickle him all on their own. "Is it a little better
here?" He asked almost sweetly as his fingers began wriggling in Casper’s
arm pits…
Casper was never sure how long the torture lasted, but eventually, it was over.
Tickler untied the bonds and Casper’s mind began screaming at him to
escape! Although his body argued rather forcibly by simply not moving. He could
only lie there, breathing quickly as Tickler’s shadow left him in silence.
He hadn’t taken anything! Casper found himself in shock the next morning.
The safe lay open, but full! He had put everything back for some reason. Casper
rubbed his slightly rope-burned wrists and wondered if Tickler had ever wanted
to steal anything. He continued to wonder in the shower, as he was dressing,
as he locked the front door behind him… he thought about the encounter
all day. He was on his way to a big party (not celebrating anything in particular,
just an ‘I’m really rich and you’re not’ party) at
his friend’s, friend’s, older cousin’s nightclub when he
heard footsteps behind him. Of course there was no one there when he turned.
Wild thoughts of the night before mixed with his current surroundings filled
his head, but silence began to crush his straining ears and he decided to walk
on.
Inside, at the party he began dancing with a guy who looked a little younger
than him (how he could have gotten into the night-club was beyond him) but
found himself discontent, until he heard the voice that had filled his thoughts
all day long; "Maybe tonight you’ll be prepared?"
Casper whirled around to face the empty air behind him and wished he had faster
reflexes. What had it meant? The music was loud, maybe it hadn’t even
happened. Maybe he was just imagining things. He had been doing it all day.
But then… but then maybe it had happened. However, what did it mean?
Prepared? Was he planning to come again? To get caught? To allow Casper his
revenge?
Of course, that is another story.
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