Outdoor Twisted Tickling
by Evilboy

It was an incredibly hot and humid August summer afternoon. The type of day that makes you want to sit inside and turn the air conditioner on high.

But Timmy loved the heat and liked to play with his friends outside every chance he got. Typical for a young teenage kid who scored letters in varsity high school football and wrestling. He was a jock, thinner than most, but at 5'8" and 135 pounds with short blonde hair, he had a tight, smooth swimmers body with a wicked smile to match.

He got a lot of attention from the girls and even some of the boys at school, but Timmy was no faggot. He made it a point to sell out any guy that came a little too close to him or made him sexually uncomfortable. "Pussy boy!" kids would often hear screaming from Timmy's bee-stung lips. "Eat me faggot!" was another phrase he often yelled out at any boy caught starring at his cut-up abs or perfectly round ass.

It was around 2:00 in the afternoon when Tim and his two best buddies were through wrestling each other and needed to get some shade. Nestled in a neighborhood park was a dense set of maple trees. Trees that had been growing there for over forty years ­ large and close together. It was an old, seldom visited park since the benches were broken and spray-painted and thugs would often have secret beer parties late at night. Once you were deep into the park it was like a forest that encased you and a nice escape from the sounds of the suburbs.

It was here Tim and his two jock pals sat under the trees. Tim was wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt with some holes in it and a pair of baggy faded jean shorts ­ frayed and almost worn out in the but and pocket areas. On his feet were a pair of size 11 _ high top leather Jordans. Last years worn and smelly inside. Tim laid back letting his head rest on the thick maple tress base and spread his legs open into a wide "V."

Tim's wrestling buddy Steve was the first to speak. "I've got beers!" "Beers?!? Tim said in a thirsty, must have voice and asked: "Are they cold?" "Ice," stated Steve. "They've been here in this cooler waiting for us." "Cool ­ very cool," admitted the final jock Drew. "Let's drink to the new wrestling season!" With over four six packs and an afternoon to kill, there was plenty of time and alcohol to consume and so the boys started.

"Ahhhghh, damn ants" swatted Tim. The maple tree sap had attracted a few small black ants which found their way onto Timmy's tan neck and shoulder as he lay against the tree. "Let's move." "What's the point?" asked Steve, "those ants are all over the place here." "Whatever," dismissed Tim as he got more relaxed and kicked off his high top leather sneakers and curled his toes in his white socked, high arched feet. The summer breeze now whishing through his damp socks.

"Fuck! I think they're in my shirt!" yelped Tim as be shot up and caught his balance from his beer buzz now starting to make him uncoordinated. He grabbed his t-shirt and flung it off, tearing a piece of it as it left his soft, sun tanned and cut torso. "There's nothing on you faggot," sneered Drew. "You're freaking out." "Have another beer dude."

"What did you call me asshole?" Tim demanded. "Faggot ­ little faggot afraid of an ant," Drew responded in a nursery-rhythm fashion. Then suddenly, in teenage hormone anger, Drew shouted: "Hold him down Steve-" and the two boys climbed on top of Tim's wiggling body.

"Knock it off faggots!" Tim cried. "What the hellrudoing?" But Tim's yelling only made the boys get more aggressive and pinned him down next to the tree he was laying at. "Say you're a faggot Timmy," demanded Drew. "I wanna hear it come on little Timmy ­ SAY IT!" "No way ­ you two are gay! Are you getting hard yet Drew ­ like to suck on it Steve?"

Now Steve and Drew in their beer buzz state were pushed over the edge. Tim would have to pay and they knew how.

It was just then that Drew noticed four, rusted horseshoe like metal arches lying around the grass and dirt. Whatever they were, they were shaped like extended "U's" and were just wide enough to grip around Tims' ankles or wrists.

"Perfect!" yelled Steve ­ "Check THIS out!" He kicked over two of the metal arches, positioned one by Timmy's ankle and drove it deep into the dirt. He was pleased when Timmy had a tough time moving his leg and feet. "Do IT!" Steve demanded and Drew took the other and quickly did the same to Tim's other ankle, spreading his legs wide open.

"You pussys! What the fuck?!?" Tim was beside himself. "Now do his wrists!" Steve commanded.
"Yeah!" Drew agreed. "Pin him down!" And so they did, Tim lay there spread like an "X," shirtless, in his baggy jean shorts pulled down some now and in his white athletic socks getting dirty from the soil.

"SOoooo you like the ants, huh little Timmy?" questioned Drew. "Do they tickle you, faggot boy?"

"No way!" Tim screamed. "What are you doing?!?!?"

But it was too late, Steve took out some gum from his mouth and picked up as many ants as he could find on it, while Drew took maple leaves and folded in as much maple sap and ants as he could. Then they drop them onto Timmy's belly and stuck the rest in his socks.

"Ha, ha ­ ha, ha. Hmmmm, ha, HA, ha,,haaaa, HA, no, not ants, ha, ha HA, HA HAHAHHAHA!'" They slowly began releasing themselves from the maple spa and gum and started crawling onto Timmy's sensitive skin. "Come on -- ha, ha, HA - you pussys ­ ha, ha, HAHAHA get them off me!" The ants were crawling around Timmys' toes ­ working their way up and down his feet ­ trying to get out of his socks, but couldn't which made them angry. "They're in my socks ­ tickling my feet! Get 'em out!" pleaded Timmy, but the boys had a much more evil plan.

"We haven't even started yet ­ and won't stop until you admit you love to suck dick!" screamed Drew as he noticed Steve was smiling and had his hand on his crotch. "Yeah, Timmy ­ say you want to suck my dick."

"You two are dead!" Timmy explained between yelps of laughter. "I'm gonna kill, ha, ha HAHAAAAAHAHAHHA you fuckers!"

Then the boys pulled off Timmy's socks one by one and stuck them in his mouth. "Like that FAGGOT?"
Steve exclaimed. "Are you ticklish little PUSSY boy?" And with that both boys started to slowly move their fingers around Tim's ankles, tops of his feet and soft high arches moving faster as he laughed harder and harder trying to catch his breath all while Timmmy was pinned down and couldn't move much at all. "NOOOOO,AHAGAHGAHHAHAHAHAHAH!H!HAHAHAH!!! Not myGAHAHAHAHHAHAfeetNOOOFEEETHAHAHA!" Timmy tried to exclaim through his sock muffled mouth.

Then to the boys surprise Tim's jerking around had knocked over two anthills right by his left and right feet. Now ants were everywhere ­ trying to find their home and scurrying around on Tim's toes, ankles and feet. At some points, there were so many, Steve and Drew were ready to brush some off to give Tim some relief. But they didn't.

They watched as Tim kept laughing and begging them to get the ants off him. They were crawling up his legs and into his jean shorts and slowly working their way into his crotch. The combination of the ants on his feet and more racing up his legs made Timmy crazy.

Steve took the socks out of Tim's mouth to make him call himself a faggot and end this twisted torture, but instead, Tim cried, "Get them off! You fucking faggots! They're in my pants! Haha,hhahHHAHAHAHAAAAAACrawling around my balls! They ahahaHAHAHA tickling my ballsahhghhghcoooome onnnn!!HAHHAHHAHAHHA! My feet. HAHAHHA - my feeet!"

"Say you're a faggot ! Say you want to suck my dick right now!" Drew required. "Yeah, while I watch!" Steve yelled. "Say it or we'll pull your pants down and throw more ants into your underwear!"

"Nooooo!hHAHHAHAHHAH! NOWAYAYHAHAHHA!" Tim insisted, so Steve ripped down Timmy's jean shorts as Drew took a handful of ants and stuck them into Timmy's tight white underwear now stained from the grass and dirt.

They noticed Tim was hard as a rock and pre-cum was oozing out of his underwear and dripping down his right leg. This made Steve and Drew really horny and watched as the ants centered around Timmy's crotch and smooth thighs - crawling around his asshole, balls and 9" cock.

"HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAI'll say IT!!!!" Timmy screamed." "I"ll say it! HAHAHHHA I'll say it! Just get these ants,hahahmHAHAHAHAH get them offfff meeeee! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Not until you get a face load of cum faggot!" Steve smiled, "Say you're a faggot as I'm cumming in your mouth!" "NooooHAHHAHAHAH!HHAHA OK OOKOKKOK!!!!HAHAHAH"

And they Steve and Drew took turns jerking off and cumming into Timmy's mouth while he was forced to say he was a faggot and laughing his guts out.

When dusk came, Timmy was wasted in a drunken and forced laughter torture sleep. Steve and Drew high-fived each other, took the remaining beers, "unlocked" one of Timmy's arms and poured some beer over Timmy to wash off the ant attack that he endured.

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