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Ivan's Foot Tickling: The Demon of the Tickle Crystal
by Jesus Ortiz

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The full, pale-yellow moon glowed overhead as Ivan pulled up in his white, Volkswagen sedan, from his driveway and into the garage in the back of the ranch-style house he shared with three of his buddies.

The three had become fast friends at one of his jobs (he worked a full-time at a pizza joint at the mall and a part-time at a bookstore), and decided to share the rent on a three bedroom, two-bath, a kitchen and dining room, living room,  a basement, and a two-car garage house in a neighborhood a county away from where he grew up and he had his family.

The twenty-six year-old turned the key and killed the engine once he had the sedan, idled inside the garage...letting the entire place drown in a sea of black, luckily the lights inside his car lid-up in time, as he picked up the plastic bag, in the passenger seat...next to him, from 'Kacy's Pizza', carrying two large slices of, one pepperoni and the other sausage...each in its own container in the shape of a 'triangle'.

Tonight had been one of those tough days, as he had one shift at one job and then the other...first at the bookstore in the morning, then at 'Kacy's' in the afternoon, almost right after his other shift!

Ivan slams-shut the door of his Volkswagen as he walks out of the garage and leaves without rolling down the garage door heading in the direction to the back door of the house. The night is a bit breezy but nore cold or hot, it actually feels too perfect for it being late-September!

Once he climbs the creaky-wooden stairs and presses in the key into the knob, he turns it and opens the door...walking right into the kitchen and switching on the lights as he went, closing the door behind him. The place smelled like 'Pete' had been 'master-minding' another one of his occasional experimental cooking fiascos! Was that 'fish' he smelled...maybe, but it could be anything 'sea-related, as the guy couldn't get enough of that stuff...if he could, we would eat fish everyday, and only that!

"Shit...who cares about the 'sea-food smell...I'm starving man...", Ivan thought as he swung open the refrigerator door, took out a can of 'Coke'...quite uncomfortably cold, closed it back and headed out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He switched the lights on in there and once has everything laid out on the wide, dining room table...takes the remote for the t.v. and turns that one to some late-night news. Quickly, he searches from one channel to the next to see what peeks his interest and finally settles on some 'Tattoo' reality show.

Now that he's got the t.v. where he wants, he opens both containers carrying the pizza slices and the 'Coke' can as well, but before he can even get one single bite of the pizza...he notices the great pile of mail on the other side of the dining room table.

Amongst all of the envelopes and some newspapers and magazines...there is a brown box, a little bigger than his hand. As the t.v. is raging on, he slides over, a bit closer to that edge of the dining room table and takes the box in his hand. As he does, he remembers both Peter and Erick are going to be away and are not going to be coming home tonight...'Pete' went on a quick road trip with his girlfriend, across state lines and Erick had to fly out for the weekend to attend a work-related conference and would be back, possibly Monday in the late evening.

"Fuck...this thing has my name on it, I don't remember ordering anything from anywhere...well, whatever...let's get you 'opened', I want to see what I got from who knows where...", Ivan thought, intrigued as he started pealing all the tape off the brown, small box...and then tore through the box itself, until the item within it came tumbling down onto the dining room table.

Ivan's eyes widened like two huge saucers...as he stared at the peculiar item now settled at one edge of the dining room table. Forgetting completely about the fact he's starving to death...and now leaving the pizza slices to get cold on the same table at the other end.

The item in question was nothing more than a perfect sphere, slightly bigger than his hand...made completely of glass, clear...crystal glass, it looked like a large marble of sorts!

"And now...what the heck are you"...Ivan uttered, loud enough to hear his own echo within the living room, as he went ahead and grabbed the crystal sphere...he took it with his right hand and got it closer to his face to inspect it...completely.

There really was nothing to it, there was nothing special about it...it was just a crystal sphere, just a bit larger than his hand! He went from inspecting the sphere to looking over to where he had dropped and left the remains of the box, but of course...there was nothing else that had fallen from the remains of it when he tore through it, just the crystal sphere!

Ivan went right back to staring at the sphere with intense curiosity...and as he did, he hadn't realized that the lights in the living room began to flicker...and suddenly, the window shades fell down into place, behind him and the sofa!

Startled by the 'falling' window shades (all on their own), Ivan dropped the crystal sphere and looked behind him at the shades...behind the sofa. When the sphere landed on the dining room table again, several sticky ribbons shot out from it...from somewhere within it!

All the sticky ribbons caught Ivan completely by surprise...when he returned his attention back to the sphere, and in a matter of seconds wrapped themselves around Ivan's ankles, wrists and mouth...very tightly!

Now poor Ivan was in a sitting-position, on the sofa...but his wrists were tight-tightly, by one of these super-sticky ribbons behind his back...his ankles were tight-together, tightly as well...and his frantic lips were roped tight and sealed behind another one of these sticky ribbons!

"Mmfghfmhdffophhmn...", now he could do nothing more than muffle-moan, and squirm and struggle in his new-tied-up, sitting position..."mnmfhdmfndooerrnmm..."!

"Mnnmgfofngmrpponmdghhmn...", Ivan squirmed and struggled some more...muffle-moaning, as he felt his entire body being moved slowly...and very gently, against his very will...to now being positioned lying face-up on the sofa...and then dragged down further to the other edge of it, where his now ribbon-bondaged, sneakered feet came to rest on top of that arm of the sofa!

From his place on the sofa...as he struggled and squirmed frantically, trying now to get free from these very-sticky ribbons...completely in vain, Ivan turned his head to where the sphere was on the dining room table...across from where he was now lying on the sofa, completely ribbon-tied and ribbon-gagged...and he watched in horror as a few 'glowing' feathers escaped from 'within' the crystal sphere...then he turned down to his sneakered feet, at the other end of the sofa...because he felt someone or something was now handling them!

He looked down in terror to his now 'getting bared' feet as both of his high-top 'vans' (black and blue-skater high top vans) dropped to the floor with a loud 'thud', on the other side of the sofa-arm...and he was now looking at both of his black-ankle socks being stripped off his size ten, tan feet!

"Mnmdfghfoohoghmoghmoomn...", Ivan muffle-moaned and squirmed and struggled in his ribbon-bonds, as he had no idea what was happening...he didn't even know if he could believe this was nothing but a really bad dream...as this is not possible in REAL life, but even though he couldn't believe it was real, what was VERY real was the fact that now his soft, tan and cheesy feet were bare...and he was tied-up and gagged with lots and lots of sticky ribbons, keeping him a temporary hostage right on top of the sofa!

The many feathers that had 'birthed' out of the crystal sphere a few seconds ago were now...all positioned before his tan, stinky and cheesy, soft soles, pointing directly at both soft and stinky soles...as Ivan struggles and squirms this way and that, and muffle-moans up a storm behind the sticky ribbons wrapped tightly around his now sealed lips and mouth..."mmdnmoghfdfoonmonmooghroenm..."!

Suddenly, Ivan was startled by a quick 'flash' of light above him and the dining room table...and as he squirmed and struggled...squinting into the flash or beam of light floating above him, muffle-moaning underneath all the sticky ribbons binding him, he noticed for the first time a 'glowing' shape, floating just above him...in the form of half of what appeared to be something that looked like a being...formed from what looked to be glowing-energy!

The Demon

"It feels great to be back...in the realm of the mortals again, your kind has served as great entertainment for me throughout the centuries...you have no idea how much I ached to be back out here, in the chaos that is your world...my young and sensitive mortal human...", I uttered to my 'forcefully' comfortable subject on the 'sitting arrangement'!

Taking a much closer look at the specimen of mortal I had before me...I reach towards his desperate moving, squirming and struggling body. He...as all of the others before him had been, looked uncomfortable and terrified to be in such a predicament.

Unfortunately for him...there was no other way going about this, he was going to remain subdued tightly and muzzled tightly as well.

"You...my dear mortal friend...have been chosen, by me...the 'Tickle Sphere' demon, to be tested on how ticklish you are...from those scrumptious feet of yours...those tasty toes and those drool-worth soles, and once we're done I will be taking you into my world inside the 'Tickle Crystal', to serve as just another one of my 'tickle collectibles'...to form part of all of my antique 'male' mortal tickling specimen, specimen I have diligently collected over the many centuries...are you not honored by my revelation, my delicious male mortal subject...", I asked in a low, seductive and friendly tone to my now even more unruly subject, squirming and struggling more against his binds and forcing even more sounds underneath the muzzle wrapped around his now sealed mouth.

Ivan

"Mmmnofgheronmghonmergh...", shit...this glowing-light entity-thing just talked, it talked right down to me, as it's floating above my ass...as I lie here on the sofa, squirmin and struggling my ass face-up...all gagged and tied-up with these sticky-ass binds, and it told me it was going to 'tickle' me and then take me 'inside' his 'crystal' with him...to become some 'tickling' collectible in there...", I thought to myself in pure fucking terror...how can this be...REAL! As I continued to struggle and squirm and muffle-moan as much shit as I could...but my noise wouldn't wake the 'neighbors' any time soon, and I wasn't getting untied either!

The Demon

``Don't bother your simple mind with endless thoughts and your body with infinite feelings just yet...my luscious 'male' creature, as the time for that is here now...but it shall all take place down at the tasty bottoms of your delicious feet...my beautiful animal...", I uttered softly to my young and tender pet, as he fought against the binds I had him in more ferociously and groaned more loudly underneath the muzzle I had his mouth under...as I delicately brushed his black hair with all my ghostly fingers, tracing all of them from the top of the front of his very masculine-tan-semi-dark complexion face to the rest of his very masculine 'clothed' soft-chest and all over his fiercely thrashing bound legs...right down to those very-delicious, tan and tasty feet of his...making sure to take great care in tracing all of my fingers, all over both of his very-much tan soles and toes...spreading all of them open with all of my ghostly fingers too!

Ivan

"Mnmgohgheroonmgfoghdfmndforgfg...", what the fuck is this 'apparition' thing doing now...it's touching me all over, and I can't even stop it...as it continues to explore 'me'...all the way down to my now bare feet and digs all of its fingers in between all of my fucking TICKLISH toes man!

Immediately...the countless feathers which had been 'stationed', floating directly in front of my bare soles and toes...what felt like for so long, start to swish in unison...under my fucking arches, gliding between my big toes, and swirling in circles around my heels...FUCKING NON-STOP!!!!!

My poor-fucking soles and toes...arches, heels...everything, is on fire now, as these glowing feathers 'dance' all over my fucking soft soles and between my toes...scrapping, tickling, and poking...as my ass bucks and jumps off the fucking sofa, but still remain in my shitty binding and very-much tightly gagged still too!!!!!

"MNMDSJSGOOMGNDHOOGNMFNMOFERREGEMM...", my fucking feet get terrorized by all of these shitty feathers, as I buck and jump and squirm and struggle and muffle-scream into my tightly-wrapped gag...but remain on this fucking sofa, so this thing can continue making these feather shits tickle the living-fuck out of my fucking bare feet, as I die of fucking 'gagged' laughter..."MNMOEGREIOGHNMFNGMOEGEROMMONM"!

 

To be continued...