Jamie vs. The Creeper
by Horny Tickle

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James fumbled in his bag for the key to the door.

It struck him as odd that a door at the bottom of the college reputably "Out Of Bounds" and "Prohibited" for well over two decades was in as good a condition as it was: it was clean and new. The silver key still shone as he slid it into the lock and the mechanism turned easily and efficiently. Several subtle sliding metal hisses indicated the barrels of the lock on the top, middle and bottom of the doors were acquiescing to the keys request: James was in.

He quickly closed the door behind him, locking the door and sliding the key back into the front pocket of the satchel were it had previously been kept. Whether or not it was the guilt of the crime or the flush of curiosity he had felt ever since hearing about the college's rumour, but ever since he had stolen the key from the desk of the security office, he swear he could feel it's presence and it had ACHED to open the door!

James stood inside the room and let his eyes adjust to the dark. True to the rumour, he stood in a dusty, unused classroom. The benches had all gone and the room had long been stripped of resources but it looked...and smelt.... like a classroom. The projector screen at the back of the room had been left there. There were broken chairs in the corner and some of the doors on the supply cabinets at either side of the room hung open, some he could see were scrawled with obscenities and lewd drawings, others with heart-shaped teenage proclamations of undying love. The room was softly lit by the strip lighting on the corridor outside, which sent a silver-white glow through the dust-caked glass of the windows that lined the left hand well.

The room was still.

No sign of "The Creeper".

As a 19yr old man, James had firmly laid to rest his beliefs in Santa, the Tooth fairy and the Easter bunny (the least plausible of the childhood trio, lets be fair). But he did have an ear for a good ghost story and Marshall Media College was home to one of the best....home to "The Creeper".

No one knew how or why The Creeper came into existence...but then, that's the whole point isn't it? Speculation and chinese-whisper style re-tellings add to the pathos of the story and The Creeper was no exception. Some say the college was built on a burial ground and The Creeper is the vengeful spirit seeking recompense for this desecration. Others whisper that a teacher / student committed suicide in the class room and now cannot find peace. The other variation of the story, to it's credit, does touch briefly on historical fact and it is said that The Creeper was summoned forth at the trial of Benjamin Eddison - the only man to be accused of witchcraft in the area during the 1600's. Eddison is meant to have denied the charges under excruciating tortures only to confess as he was hung from the rafters of the court house. His last choked breath was said to be an incantation that summoned The Creeper and the building was, thereafter, cursed.

Guess where the courthouse was rumoured to have once stood???

For bonus points, guess where the courtroom where Eddison stood trial is said to be???

CONGRATULATIONS: Popular rumour puts the site of the courthouse directly on the grounds were Marshall Media College now stands and the exact courtroom was in the basement of the building exactly were room 202 currently stands unused...and were James now stands inside.

There are always bullet-point facts that conclude the myth:
* The Creeper never appears to a woman
* The Creeper never appears to those that have a right to be there - you MUST steal the key
* The Creeper lives off young men.

The myth ends abruptly on point 3 of the above! Every time! No further speculation is offered or any further artistic license is used to flesh it out. The "not appearing to a woman" part is usually tied in with the teacher/student suicide angle in that they killed themselves owing to the unrequited love of a beautiful lady lecturer/lab assistant/lunch lady and the act of theft in regards of the key is usually taken up by the more God-Fearing students: petty theft is how evil talks to you and The Creeper is a force of evil etc etc etc.

But no more is said....Several students are alleged to have gone down there after the places closes but none would be drawn any further on the events once inside. "Nothing happened" or "I thought i saw something move so a got the fuck out of there" was all James could glean from them. For a creature that lives off young men, he didn't see to so much as snack on his supposed victims.

James had never dealt well with curiosity - it was an itch that simply had to be scratched.

As he stood in the room, James felt his tingling sense of achievement fade. He had hidden under a table for an hour, waiting for the right time & opportunity to steal a key to stand in a dusty old classroom!! He could almost feel the word "ASS" write itself on his forehead. Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, he turned on his heels and made for the door. He put his hand in his satchel pocket but his fingers found only the fabric hem of the lining rather than cold steel of the key. He was about to open the pocket for further inspection when a metal *CLING* rang out on the floor by his foot as the metal key made contact with the concrete floor. James stooped to pick it up, puzzled as to how it had fallen out of a secure and well-stiched pocket ,when he froze in shock!

The key was sliding out away from him and towards the other end of the classroom as if pulled by an unseen force. The key made a perfectly straight, perfectly smooth, perfectly paced journey from the door towards the head of the room, making a single groove in the dust as it did so.

To James' horror, the key was heading towards a figure that was forming. It seemed to be pulling the shadows from the walls and angles of the desk drawers to form itself and make it's shape more cohesive: it appeared to be a man..a very tall man....in a what looked to be a cape. It held out a huge hand to it's left and the key obediently hopped up into it's palm, brilliantly silver in contrast to the pitch-black of the hand in which it lay. James jumped in shock as the finger of the hand closed around the key with lightening speed. With the silver gone, James was faintly aware of a sinister ruby glow where the eyes of the man should be.

"This.......is my key" The shadow whispered

".......er......okay......i.....er... thought i'd give it back to you...er..Sir. I'd like to go now" James said, trying not to let the fear rip into his voice. He felt his hand reach behind him for the door. Naïvely, he tried to turn the handle, full in the knowledge that he had locked it on entering. Not surprisingly, the handle was unsympathetic to his predicament and refused to bend the laws of physics on his account. The handle stayed put.

No James. You're not going anywhere. You came to see "The Creeper" and here i am! At the risk of sounding trite, you should be careful what you wish for.....you just might get it. And since you've got what you want.....it's only fair that I get what i want......wouldn't you say?

James tried again on the door handle. No; it still hadn't changed it's mind - firmy locked.

"Wh.....What do you want from me???" he stammered, fearful of the answer should it be forthcoming.

The ruby-red eyes narrowed, fixing it's gaze ever more intently on James

"You know full well what i want and what i need....you've known it the moment you held that key in your sweaty little hand. No more procrastinating, Jamey-boy, The Creeper hungers!

Then it was on him.

With a speed that left little time for James to cry out, The Creeper had crossed the classroom, seized him by his arms and flung him to the floor. The pain as the concrete greeted him never came as he was cushioned by a black mass that spread across the floor like spilt oil and at a speed that defied the eye. The mass cradled James against the force of the impact but it's kindness was not without consequence. It roughly grabbed his forearms and forced them together bringing them over his head so his head was sandwiched between his lean biceps. They were held straight and taut with a degree of strength that could border on inducing pain far too easily. His legs were given the same treatment; straight and together. He could feel the cool black mass underneath him undulate; whatever it was it was either under control of or PART or The Creeper itself.

The Creeper formed from thin air infront of his eyes at his feet. James was convinced, when he looked into it's face, he could make out a darker semi-circle more dense than elsewhere that appeared to have depth - it was a crude smile.

"Much better, my boy, much better. Now give me what i want!

The oil from underneath swelled and covered him. His entire body was covered in the ooze with the exception of his head and upper arms. Inside the ooze he could feel a sweaty heat next to his skin and the rustling of the fabric of his clothes. It felt like he was encased in sweaty polyester. As quickly as the mass had covered him, it once again simmered down to support him at his back, forming the cradle beneath his bound body. To his shock, the heat and movement he felt was the ooze EATING his clothing! He was naked! The sweaty heat gave way to the cool air of the classroom and his skin felt dry....and soft.

Excellent!

*****
The Creeper looked down at his captive: He was perfect! He looked down at the boys feet - they were huge and pink and the toes were curling in anticipation of what would befall him. The meaty cock lay limp on the left thigh. That would change.
His time as a spectator was over. This boy needed cracking up!
*****

The Creeper dropped to it's haunches, eyeing his barefeet hungrily.

James knew what was coming next "Oh God...NO! NO - No that!! Please!!"

The Creeper bought his black fingers up to James' left foot, just below the toes, at the ball and gently began to stroke its fingernails up and down only an inch or so.

How does it feel, boy?

James gritted his teeth and tried to pull away but the ooze seemed to counter his intention and formed a grip at the top of his foot - he couldn't pull away or in any direction. The fingernail attacked again.

Talk, Boy - Tell The Creeper how this feels!?

James couldn't stand his feet being tickled. He HATED it! He was too ticklish. He never went barefoot when in company for this express reason. And somehow this Monster knew it!!

The Creeper put it's thumb just under the ball of its foot and bought the nail of his thumb up the ball as he bought the rest of his fingernails down. The tickling movement was soft...but devastating!

I know it's tickling you, James. I can see it. I can feel it...you can feel it too, can't you boy?? Tell me how ticklish your feet are!

The thumbnail scratched a ticklish path up the ball of his foot and James wanted to scream! But something told him not to. If he did, it would only get worse. He could feel his resolve breaking as he had no tolerance for tickling...'specially not on his barefeet....but The Creeper did not stop.

The monster pulled his hand away then put the tips of its nails on the ball of the foot. He then made rapid flicking movements, only half the length of the previous tickles.

How about a little faster, James? Just as gentle but a quicker tickle?? Is that worse?? Does it tickle you more???

It was! It did! James could feel his strength fail. Soon he would scream out and let the laughter in his chest fill the derelict room. It was torture and if he didn't laugh, he feared he'd chew through his lip!

The Creeper then escalated the tickling quicker than James expected. The tiny, butterfly tickles slid from the ball of his foot down to the smooth , pink concave of his sole and stayed there. The Creeper increased the pressure ever so slightly but it worked!

Tickle, Tickle, Tickle James. How does it feel?

It Tickled. It tickled so bad. And he cracked.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA OH GOD OH HOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE IT TICKLESITTICKLESITTICKLES STOOOOHOHOHOHOHOOP PLEASE I CAN'T STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHND IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP TICKLING ME!! I HATE IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA STOP

Good boy, James, Good boy, The Creeper purred, You are very ticklish on your feet, aren't you??? You're doing so well - we can't stop now

The Creeper relished in tickling James' soles: the boy must have at least size 13 feet and not a touch of hard skin on them anywhere. The Creeper touched his finger tips to the balls of the foot and slowly tickled his fingers down the length of the huge, pink sole down the the heel. The reaction was delicious!

"AHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK!! AHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OH GOD I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOH I'M TOOHOHOHOOOOOO TICKLISH TOOOOHOHOH TICKLISHAAAAHAHHAH

James was flexing against the tickling, trying to pull his feet from the iron grip of the ooze but with no effect. The more he pulled the more the ooze bought his feet straight and presented them to their master for more tickling which The Creeper did. Gleefully.

You must be the most ticklish lad i've had in my clutches, James. Such big feet for a young man of average height. And every inch of them so sensitive to my touch! I shall enjoy feeding from you

The Creeper stopped the tickling assault abruptly.

James took advantage of the reprieve from is torture

"Wh......*gasp*....what..what do you..you mean...I...I....*gasp*..you can't......please, please i can't take any more tickling. No more, please....."

"Shhhhhhh," The Creeper cooed, All in good time.....plenty more to do before then....i need you to laugh more...

"NO! PLEASE, MR CREEPER, PLEASE!!!! NO MORE TICKLING! I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET! I"LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! PLEEEEASE!!"

The pleading fell on deaf ears as The Creeper put his left and right hand on the respective foot of James and began the butterfly-flick tickling technique he had so effectively broken his captive with.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAAA OH GOD OH FUCKIN' GOD NOOOOOOOHOHOHOOHOHOHO STOOOOOHOHOHOHOOHOOOOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP NOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA TOO TICKLISH NOOOOOOOOOHHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

The ooze slithered up the tops of his foot and wound its way around his toes. They pulled them back to keep the sole of his foot taut. Flexing and wrinkling his feet provided little enough protection from The Creepers probing fingers as it was....now he had none; and The Creeper took full advantage of the fact.

The Creeper turned his attention to the right sole and began to flit the tips of his fingers up and down the foot. After a few seconds he began softly raking his fingers down them. He applied enough pressure that he could see his claws rake grooves in the pink flesh without causing any injury. The sensation wracked James with almost electric tickle sensations.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAH FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOUHOHOHOOHO DOING???? OH GOD NO NO NO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP STOP NO MORE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

The Creeper hissed his pleasure Good boy, James. Don't hold back. Laugh because you're ticklish. It tickles doesn't it? Your feet are very ticklish aren't they???

"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA YESYESYESYESYYES AHAHAHAH I'm TICKLIIHIHIHIHIIHSH THEY THEY'RE T-T-T-T-T-T-TICKLISHSHSHSHSIIHIHIHIHIHIHIH IT TICKLES AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'LL SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHE STOP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAThe Creeper took the points of his claws and put them into the gaps in James' toes, making tiny scratching motions as he did so. As James bucked and yelped and screamed and shouted with laughter, The Creeper let his fingers start the agonisingly slow descent down the soles of the tortured boys feet and onto his heels. Once he reached the heels, The Creeper turned his palms up to James' soles and began making more softs scratchy movements around the heel.

James felt like The Creeper was somehow sensing the sweet spots on his feet and now, since he had acquired enough, the monster was hitting them again and again: the small circular tickles he made just under the ball of his foot, the quick scratchy tickles with his nails at the base of his toes, the feather strokes as he reached his fingers around to tickle the tops of his feet. The Creeper knew his feet better than he did and he was being tickled into insanity

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO NO STOP YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KILL ME!! I'LL DIE NO MORE FEET TICKLING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You're being melodramatic, James. I can sense your life-force and it is stronger now than ever. You will endure more, lots more, before you and I are through and i have what i want from you

PLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH THATS TOO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHA GOD MAKE IT STOOOOPPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE TICKLIN EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE

Oddly, The Creeper seemed to take heed of the request and slowed his tickling. Touching both feet with his hands, the tickling slowed to a gentle stroke.

"You want relief??? Very well - and how's this, my boy?? Does this still tickle??

The flood of sensation left James' light-headed and giggly

"hehehehehehe..he haha...yeah, yeah it does..but huhuhuhu it's not as bad but..it..hehehehe stil tickles but...i i..i..i hehehee.."

But you like it?

"yeah-hehehehehe-he...erm..NO! NO! I don't like it! I want you to stop hehehe"

The Creeper beamed, sensing victory

"Yes you do, James, yes you do! You DO like it! And i'm going to make you like it more!"

The gentle tickling on the soles of his feet continued to make him giggle and chuckle and James sensed movement from underneath him; The ooze sent out thin tendrils from either side just under his armpits. The tendrils snaked over his chest and began to flick back and forth over his nipples. They curled around his nipples and tickled and tweaked them. They flicked back and forth over the tips of them and rubbed back and forth around the circumference. The iron grip that held his legs together slackened and sent them apart. The Creeper had to stretch his arms out to follow James' feet as he continued to stroke and oh-so-softly tickle. From the ooze underneath his legs crept finger-like feelers that copied the movements at his feet; they caressed and tickled his inner thighs.

James tried to fight concentrating on how good the touching was but the ooze seemed to be hunting out his erogenous zones and teasing them with a precision beyond that of any human lover. James couldn't help himself; he was a broken man - his resistance had been tickled out of him and he felt a flush of tingling pleasure as the tendrils between his legs began to caress his balls. The ooze's fingertips that touched him there seemed wet and slick in comparison to the other touches that were dry and smooth. He felt his cock twitch and lift from his thigh as it began to swell. He wanted to be embarrassed! He wanted to hide his face and, oddly enough, apologise...but he could not. even the tickling at his feet had slowed done: it still tickled him but the touches were more sensual......he loved it!

"Oooooh yes......oh hehehehehe.that..tha..ahahahahaha..thats good!"

Taking physical form takes a lot out of me, James. I must feed. YOU must feed me. I must take from you what you willingly discard night after night. Once i take it, you will be connected to me. I will feel your desires and you will feel mine. Like the others, you will come to me when i need you.....and you will cum!

The realisation hit James like a bout of The Creepers electric tickle finger-raking - he was to become The Creeper's tickle-toy! That's why the other kept so quiet about it; They didn't want to expose their Master. Moreover, they didn't want any other guy to take their place! They were horny tickle junkies! James' revelation was cut short when he felt a firm grip around his now hard, thick cock. The Creeper began to steadily pump the cock up and down in his warm hand.

"Oooh....No...You won't make me....me...oooooh"

James was hypnotised as he watched his own big, thick cock get slowly wanked by the shadow monster. He watched his slick, wet head slide in and out of sight under his foreskin. The Creeper increased the length of his strokes, so more of his shining purple head was visible. The Ooze increased the pace of it's teasing. The tendrils at his balls thickened into wet, slippery tongues that licked back and forth and around his thick, heavy balls. The tendrils at his nipples became thick cones that clamped down on each nipple and from inside, another tiny protrusion tickled at the tip whilst the enveloping cone sucked at the nipple to keep them hard. The Creeper increased the speed of his masturbatory stroke.

"Give me what i want James. I want you to cum! Don't fight it! Cum for me!

James tried to resist the waves of pleasure that crashed over his mind again and again.

"No! You can't have me! I won't be your slave!!"

"Don't deny me, Boy! I will have what i want from you

With that, The Creeper dissolved into the Ooze and it tripled in size, encasing him in silken blackness, leaving only his head visible.

James let out a cry of pleasure as the inside of the ooze held him spread-eagle and went to town on his naked, tingling body. Tongues and fingers lapped and teased every inch of him. He felt them caress and probe his armpits and snake all the way from his ass to the nape of his neck. Gentle fingers maintained the horny, massaging tickling on his feet and warm mouths sucked on his toes. His nipples were played with and the length of his stomach was stroked and kissed. He felt a warm hand slide his foreskin back and a wet, warm mouth greedily begin sucking on the head of his cock as it bobbed up and down.

Cum for me!

"Oh my God!!! N...N....hehehehehehe..No - you can't have it..i..i..i..uuugh...o-o-oooh.oh my....uugh....i won't shoot!"

The fingers, mouths, tongues and tendrils increased their pace inside the ooze cocoon.

"Yes you Will! I can feel it. You want to cum so bad!, The Creeper whispered, seemingly from inside James' head,"The gentle tickling all over your body is sending you over the edge... Cum for me, James. It'll feel better than any orgasm you've ever had!"

The mouth covering his engorged cock went faster, decreasing the length of its sucks and concentrated on only the head. The hand on his shaft gently tightened its grip and increased it's spead.

"Oh YEAH! uurgh...YEAH! That's sooo good eheheheheheh, please...please..you're gonna make me....oh God..i'm close....I don't want to...but i...i..i heheheheheh....I'm gonna....urghh"

A little faster and you'll cum, James. You love it, don't you?? You want to be my tickle-toy and be milked by me in the darkness, don't you! Now CUM!!!
The tendrils automatically focused on the sweet spots on James' body having lavished attention around those areas generally, concentrating their teasing/tickling/licking on the most specific and erogenous areas of his warm skin. The wet, sucking mouth at his cock quickened it's pace and intensity, sliding it's tongue from side to side, caressing the groove at the back of Jame's dick. It was the best head any man could want and it worked like a charm.

Despite his resistance, James could feel the pulses of pleasure in his groin as he began to cum. The Ooze slackened at the base of his head as he threw it back and moaned in pleasure as he felt spurt after spurt of hot cum burst out of him.

"UUUUGH UUUUUGH OH FUCK UUUUUGH OH YEAH....UUUURRRRGH

The sensation was just too much and James feel into a darkness, the same darkness and enveloped his body. Weightless and still gently throbbing from the after-glow of pleasure he drifted easily into a deep sleep that his exhausted, tortured body needed. He felt as if he were being held, cuddled by a powerful and demanding but not malignant force. He didn't dream whilst in this restful state but saw the image of a man; a handsome man in his early 30's, clean shaven. The male was naked but for black trousers. His barefeet were big and visible from the ends of his trousers. As he watched, the trousers began to..to..MOVE! They began to grow up the toned torso. They began to cover it and stroke at the males neck. It grew further and tousled the thick brown hair of the man and seemed to weave itself into his hair. Soon the man was covered by the black shadow. Whilst he could not see the man's features, he could sense the man was smiling at him; a knowing smile that did not scare James but told him that this handsome man would look forward to seeing him soon. This man had become The Creeper, IS The Creeper, in fact.

James woke, fully clothed on the floor where he last lay. A flicker of light caught his attention and the silver key that had slid across the floor was now back in the lock. He walked to the door, turned the lock and exited the room. He locked the door and pocketed the key. He stood for a while, outside the door, not knowing what to do next. Instinctively, he raised his palm to the door, putting his hand against the cool wood. He closed his eyes.

Nothing happened at first but then he felt it; a consciousness within the room. It was warm and content and happy with what it had taken from James.... or what had been given in the end. Wordlessly, it told him that it was happy now but it would need him again. It would need him and the others to survive; it needed their energy and that was how it took it. It told him to admit how much he had liked it!

James found himself still of his own mind - he did not feel manipulated by the consciousness of The Creeper - he was still his own man!

James took his hand from the door, knowing that when the time came, his master would call him.

And he would come.

And he could cum.