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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.