Men Bound And Tickled
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Men Bound And Tickled
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Tickle Challenge held down FEET!! who won?
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So, to recap, Jared Padalecki found out my secret and turned me into his fart cushion/slave. Then he let me go with nowhere to live. Luckily, a new roommate comes my way...or should I say I came his way. He invites me to stay with him as long as I repay him for his kindness by doing whatever he says. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His strong hand gripped the back of my collar and pulled me to my feet. I turned around around to be met by Justin Bieber. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I never thought I would meet him in person, let alone have him touch me. "Uhh, thanks,...Justin." I said with a trembling voice. "You stink, man." Justin bluntly pointed out. "I've noticed." "My fans don't usually use just my first name." "Well, I'm not a fan." "You're a fan. I know the signs when I see them. "I'm not a fan." Justin looked straight into my eyes to see if I was telling the truth or if I would look away with
It’d been a long week at McKinley with Grease coming up and sectionals around the corner, the pressure taking a toll on everyone in the glee club but especially Blaine. He was a perfectionist and one of McKinley’s only powerhouse singers now that Rachel and Mercedes had graduated. He'd even entertained the idea of returning to the Warblers just to avoid the new pressures; being with them was like a perfect fit and he was like royalty at Dalton but he knew he belonged with the New Directions. Hunter Clarington, the new head Warbler was also doing his best to convince Blaine his place was at Dalton, even recently getting Sebastian Smythe to try and persuade him but he too was unsuccessful. The gel-haired senior had never been so conflicted but he couldn’t abandon his new glee family, no matter how hard things got. That Thursday the preppy 18 yr. old was on his way home from school, walking toward his house when a car pulled up he didn’t recognize until the window rolled down.
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So, I got a request to write a story about Shawn Mendes being chloroformed, kidnapped and tickled. I can't pass out a story like this. Can you?
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Shawn Mendes woke up tied to a wooden chair in a dark, cold room. He noticed he was blindfolded and tried to remove it. That was when he realised he was completely immobilised. Everything was quiet apart from his own heavy breathing and a fan slowly spinning in the background. As Shawn sat in the darkness he wondered how he came to be here. All he remembered was leaving a friend's house after dark when a blindfold was placed over his eyes and a cloth dabbed with chloroform was placed over his mouth and he blacked out.
"Hey!" Shawn called out fearfully, hoping for a response. "Hey, is anyone there?"
Suddenly, he heard a door creak open and slam shut.
"Hey, what's going on?!" Shawn demanded. "What am I doing here?!"
On the word 'here' the blindfold was lifted off Shawn's eyes. When Shawn's vision adjusted to his surroundings he saw two men standing in front of him. One was older than the other like a father and son. The older man had white hair with a full white beard. The younger man had short black hair and was rather tall. Both wore black leather jackets and blue denim jeans.
"Who are you guys?!" Shawn asked sternly. "Why am I here?! ANSWER ME!"
"It's nice to finally meet you." the older man answered. "My name is Donald. This is my son, Leo."
"Will one of you please tell me why you brought me here?!" Shawn looked to Leo. "You. Big guy. Talk to me."
"He won't answer you." Donald informed. "He really can't."
Leo nudged his dad's arm and pointed to the corner of the room, making some incoherent noises.
"Yes, I know, son." Donald replied, patting Leo on the shoulder.
Leo made some more incoherent noises. "Ah-eyo-ah-uh...uh!"
"Can you actually understand him?" Shawn asked.
"He's really eager to get started."
Shawn looked to the corner where Leo pointed and saw a small foot stool and a table of items.
"So, what is this?" Shawn asked. "Some kind of Shawn Mendes fantasy roleplay? I think he can talk and he's just playing a character.
"An interesting guess." Donald answered, fetching the foot stool from the corner. "It's wrong. But if thinking that makes you feel any better then yeah. It's a Shawn Mendes fantasy roleplay." Donald set the foot stool down in front of Shawn. "But it's not really."
"I don't want to play games!" Shawn protested. "Why was I brought here?!"
"It's my son's 20th birthday and he always wanted to tickle you for some reason."
Shawn gulped. He never liked being tickled. He remembered when he was a kid and his uncle came over drunk, he would pin poor little Shawn down and tickle him mercilessly until he screamed.
"Well,...I can't do that. Besides, how can you know that?! How could he have told you that?!" Is he telepathic?!"
"He can write." Donald answered, taking a rope from his back pocket.
Donald lifted Shawn's feet onto the foot stool and slipped off his sneakers.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Shawn asked with confusion.
"Just making sure you're comfortable." Donald answered. "You and Leo are about to have a slumber party."
Donald started peeling off Shawns grey socks.
"Hey, not my socks! It's freezing in here!"
"Well, we don't want it too warm. We can't have you passing out before Leo's had his fun."
Shawn looked up at Leo as Donald tied his ankles to the foot stool.
Donald tore open Shawn's shirt and turned to his son, patting him on the shoulder.
"Have fun, you two." Then Donald left.
Leo knelt at Shawn's feet with a blank expression.
"Can I just say for the record, you really creep me out."
"Your dream is about to come true. You could at least crack a smile or something."
Leo started scribbling his fingers on Shawn's soles and Shawn immediately started giggling.
"Ahahaha. No stahap. Please stahahap."
Leo tickled Shawn's soles non-stop for thirty minutes.
"You're killing mehehehehe. Stop already, hahahaha."
Leo went off to the corner while Shawn took the opportunity to catch his breath. Leo pulled over the table that had all the items on it. The wheels made a loud screeching noise that made Shawn's teeth grit and his ears pulsate. Leo picked up an item and Shawn looked up.
"What's that? A feather? What are you planning to do with that?"
Leo put the feather in Shawn's belly button and twirled it between his index finger and thumb.
"AHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!" Shawn screamed in laughter and struggled against the rope binding his wrists behind the chair. "STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAPP!"
Leo brought the feather higher and drew 8 shapes across Shawn's chest and around his nipples.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shawn struggled and squirmed. "COME OHOHON! GIVE ME A BREHEHEHEHEHEAK!"
Shawn then saw through the tears in his eyes that Leo was smiling slightly as he took the feather away.
"Well,...at least you're...smiling now." Shawn panted.
Leo put the feather back on the table and picked up a silver rod that held strings of small silver pellets and dipped them in cold water.
"I'm guess that's not warm water?" Shawn asked.
Leo walked behind Shawn and started running the pellets around his neck. Shawn gasped at the feeling of the cold water on his neck and brought his shoulders up to try an shield himself.
Shawn had his neck tormented for ten minutes until Leo tried his final method. He came back around to the table and picked up two electric toothbrushes. Shawn hyperventilated as Leo brought the toothbrushes to his hips.
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Shawn screamed when the toothbrushes touched his vulnerable sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!"
Shawn squirmed from side to side and tried to kick his legs. Leo tortured Shawn's hips until his laughter turned silent and he struggled to breathe. When Leo took the toothbrushes away Shawn leaned forward and spoke in a weak voice. "I made you smile." Then he let his head drop and passed out.
When Shawn came to his socks were back on and Leo was kneeling at his feet.
"You put my socks back on?" Shawn asked.
"I guess me feet were a little cold.
Leo held out a mug to Shawn and Shawn realised he wasn't tied up anymore.
"When this?" he asked, taking the mug. Herbal tea?"
Shawn sipped the tea and sat back in the chair.
"So, you're not really a bad guy, are you?"
Leo shook his head. Then he sat leaned into Shawn.
"What is it?" Shawn asked. His heart pounding with fear. "Take your time."
Leo stood up, threw his head back and shook his fists in the air.
"I can't understand you." Shawn answered fearfully. "Help. Someone, please. Help."
Leo knelt at Shawn's feet again and started massaging them.
"Oh, massage." Shawn said, calming down. "That's great."
Shawn closed and let Leo work on his feet.
Shawn fell asleep after a while and when he woke up in the morning Leo was slouched over Shawn's legs, asleep. Suddenly, Donald came into the room, letting the heavy door slam behind him, waking Leo up. While Donald wheeled the table back to the corner Leo pointed over Shawn's shoulder to a door on the other side of the room. Shawn looked over his shoulder and nodded at Leo. Donald came to Shawn and noticed he was wearing socks again.
Donald pulled Leo up from the floor and led him out of the room. Then he looked back to the empty chair that Shawn leapt from. He looked across the room to see Shawn vanish through the fire escape.
"Well, it looks like we will have to hit the road today." Donald said to Leo. "No doubt he's running to the cops."
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