A look of extreme, open-mouthed terror transformed Jen’s face as the tickly itching started on his genitals and erogenous zones. It grew worse and worse – and then worse still. Jen shrieked and struggled, squeezing his thighs together and rubbing them against one another in a desperate effort to relieve the insane tickling. If anything, his movements only made it more intense, but he was incapable of keeping still. In seconds, his cock went from completely soft to rock-hard. It felt like an army of tiny ants with feathery feet was walking lightly over his cock and balls, and formation-dancing on the head of his dick.
Below, the two boys watched, concentrating on Jen’s helpless struggling and demented yelling, and they wanked faster at the sight. Then, with an animal yell, and totally involuntarily, Jen came. His cock stabbed the air as spunk arced down to the floor and landed in puddles at their feet.
But if Jen had thought that that had been the main event, he was wrong. After his orgasm, his traitorous nervous system did what nervous systems always do after males have cum: it turned up the gain to discourage further stimulation – but Jen was helpless to stop further stimulation, and the effects of the devilish liquid became many times worse. It was absolutely unbearable. In his torment Jen tried to pull himself up through the hole but the rubber grommet held him immovable. He even tried to smash the glass with his fists. Nothing – nothing he could do was effective in the slightest way. And the maddening, insane tickling went on and on…
This is what the boys below had known was coming, and it was what they’d been waiting for. Watching Jen in the throes of the unbearable torment, they came – adding their spunk to Jen’s already cooling on the stone floor.
Then the tickling liquid made Jen cum again. He writhed, twisted and struggled helplessly as his cock erupted a second time.
A few minutes later he came yet again.
The he passed out.
* * *
Jen’s eyes snapped open, and a moment later he started madly scratching at his body – but then he realized that it wasn’t itching or tickling any more, and that he was no longer in the hole in the glass floor. In fact, he was lying in the sunshine in the castle courtyard, still naked. He closed his eyes and let the warm sunshine wash over him. How many times had he cum in that room with that fiendish liquid? He’d lost count. Although he knew it was a bad idea to think about it, he couldn’t stop himself from remembering how that had felt. And then he realized he had a hard-on again. He should feel totally drained, his balls must be dry after that – but actually he felt great. And he felt horny.
He knew now that there was no escape. He was just going to have to endure it somehow until – even with Compressed Time switched on – it would eventually end, although he knew that wouldn’t be for subjective months from now.
He heard footsteps, and raised himself up on an elbow, shading his eyes from the sun with his other hand. He saw boots - black leather boots – standing a couple of feet away. Lifting his eyes, his gaze travelled over leather breeches, leather jacket, and came to rest on the sexy, smiling face of Damien.
“God you look good enough to eat,” said the leather top.
Jen wasn’t sure how to reply – this was obviously the start of something else Kalim & Co. had planned for him.
As if reading his mind, Damien shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’m here on my own time, this time.” He lay down on the grass next to the boy and rolled over onto his side so that he was facing him. “You know, we have to do what Kalim makes us do when he wants that, but the rest of the time we can have our own agendas as well.”
“Yeah?” Jen was still unsure. “And what’s yours?”
Damien smiled, moved closer, and kissed Jen. The boy shut his eyes and melted as Damien enclosed him in his strong arms, gently parted his legs with one knee, and lay on top of him with one leg between his. Jen’s cock became steel-hard at the feel of the sexy black leather pressing all over him.
At last! A sexual encounter without tickling! Jen thought he was going to enjoy this a lot. They rolled around on the grass, Jen trying to find a way somehow to enclose himself completely in the man’s leather – first he was facing one way, and then another; he was towards Damien and then away from him – but he just couldn’t get the leather to touch him all over at once.
Jen found himself with his back to Damien, the man’s leather-clad legs pinning his own in a scissor-lock, and strong arms encircling his chest, pinning his arms to his sides.
After a few moments’ good-natured struggling, Jen relaxed. “Looks like you’ve got me again,” he chuckled.
Damien put his mouth close to the boy’s ear and whispered. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “You know, you’ve only got to wish for what you want here…”
“What do you mean?” Jen knew what he wanted, but there was no way that Damien could.
“Oh all right, I’ll do it for you.”
A door opened at the side of the courtyard and Dec was walking towards them. Jen’s cock stirred at the sight of the biker, and the boy imagined being sandwiched between these two horny guys, their leathers touching his bare skin all over…
Without a word, Dec lay down in front of Jen and pressed himself onto the boy. Now it was his turn to kiss Jen.
Jen closed his eyes in ecstasy. There was shiny black leather all over him now, and it felt mind-blowingly sexy. He tried to free his hands from Damien’s grip – he needed to run them over the biker’s jacket and jeans, really feel those sexy leathers – but behind him Damien shook his head.
“Uh-huh,” The leatherman said, with a smile in his voice.
Dec’s leather-gloved fingers trailed slowly down Jen’s chest, over his nipples, then down and outwards, and came to rest on the boy’s sides.
“No,” whispered Jen. “No – please – no more…”
The biker smiled. “Hold him down, Damien.” Then Dec’s fingertips pressed into the boy’s sides and moved in small circles. He smothered Jen’s hysterical laughter with another deep kiss, and pressed his fingers harder still. Jen’s body convulsed in the grip of the two leatherboys, but they held him helpless while Dec continued to tickle him on the two most vulnerable spots of his body.
At that moment something happened inside Jen’s head - and for the first time, he was able to give himself up in some way to what he was experiencing. If anything, it tickled even more unbearably - he struggled and writhed like a demented demon as the biker’s fingers worked on his sides, and he screamed hysterically – but something clicked inside his mind, and it all suddenly came together. Being helpless, the sexy black leather all over him, being tickled…
Jen came, covering the crotch of Dec’s leather jeans with his spunk. The moment he started to shoot, Damien clamped a leather-gloved hand over the boy’s mouth, gagging him, and Dec doubled the intensity of the tickling. The leather glove gagging him intensified everything even more, and it was all the two guys could do to hold the bucking, struggling youth down, but he continued to cum and cum and cum…
It seemed to go on for ever. He’d never before cum for such a long time. It went on and on.
Eventually his ejaculation began to slow, and Dec reduced the tickling to match, until he’d stopped altogether. The boy lay exhausted between them, sliding against spunk-lubricated leather. Dec waited until Jen’s breathing returned to normal and his eyes opened, and then he kissed him again, gently. Damien released his wrists and legs, and the three lay on the grass side by side.
Jen’s thoughts were in a turmoil. He had no idea what had just happened – but whatever it was, he knew it was something profound. “Why did you do that?” He asked.
It was Damien who replied. “It was time you learned.”
“Learned what?”
This time neither of the leatherboys replied.
Jen closed his eyes and thought about things for a long time. He must have dozed off in the warm sunshine, because when he woke up he was alone on the grass.
* * *
The sun was going down and the air was getting cooler. Jen stood up, and looked around. There were doors in all four walls of the courtyard. He shrugged – it probably didn’t make any difference where he went, so he headed for the door that Dec had come out of earlier.
More stone passageways – this place was a maze itself, he thought. What he wanted to do was to evade Kalim and Co. for the night, find a bed, and get a good night’s sleep. He opened door after door but found only storerooms, armouries, and kitchens. Then he came to some stairs. He climbed them, his bare feet making no noise at all on the cold stone slabs.
At the top was a broad, panelled corridor with suits of armour standing around; stags’ heads on the walls; and torches in sconces. There was even a carpet. This looked hopeful. He passed a large oak chest standing by the wall and tried one of the doors – but it was locked. Then he heard voices coming towards him. In desperation he looked around for somewhere to hide, and his eyes fell on the chest. Thankfully it was empty, and moments after he closed the lid, he recognised the voices as those of Dilane the punk and Brad the soldier approaching. They were deep in conversation. As they passed the chest, Jen caught a snatch of what they were saying.
“K’s got summat really good planned for tonight.”
“Yeah? Great. I’m really getting into this. I wanna make the fucker suffer.”
“Oh fuck yeah. Me too mate.”
“What’s K planned then?”
“Well, it’s gonna happen in the…”
Jen cursed as at that moment their voices went out of range. He stayed in his hiding place for another five minutes, hoping they’d come back, and then reached up to open the lid.
But the lid opened without his assistance. Kalim the elder – once again in High Wizard’s robes – looked down at him. “You know, you can catch your death of cold in places like this. Come out of there and follow me – I’ll take you to the bedroom.”
Jen climbed out of the chest and considered running the other way – but what would that accomplish? He followed Kalim.
“Having a good time are you? Eh? We’re all having a ball. I think I’m going to take up tickle torture as a profession out there in the real world. It’s a hell of a lot more fun than I’d ever have imagined.”
Jen didn’t say anything.
“Cat got your tongue, Jen? Eh? Here we are.” He opened a door and Jen found himself in the same bedroom – or one identical to it.
“Pleasant dreams,” chuckled Kalim, and then he closed the door.
Jen lay down on the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. He felt excited about something, but he had no idea what it was. Ever since that encounter with Damien and Dec his cock refused to go soft. It was a strange feeling.
Suddenly the room began to spin, and it took Jen a moment to realize that it was the bed that was moving. It, and the section of wall behind it were on a turntable - and before he could gather his wits he found himself no longer in the bedroom, but in a very different room indeed.
The bed stopped and Jen groaned. The six lads were stood in a line leaning against the wall on the right, Kalim the Wizard was beaming at Jen from over to the left, and between them – in the centre of the room – was some kind of device. He didn’t like the look of it at all. It was a large table, with a board at one end on which were two red circles – one either side. At the other end two more red circles were set into the padded, leather-covered surface.
“Welcome,” beamed Kalim. “Come, join us.”
Jen got off the bed and walked nervously up to the device. “More bondage?”
“No – not at all! That’s the wonderful thing. Here – lie down on this please…” He guided the boy onto the table. “Dec, if you would?” The biker came forward, ready to assist. “That’s right,” said Kalim, “move down a bit, so your head’s here…” Dec got Jen into the right position. “Excellent. Now – pay attention Jen. On this board behind your head are two buttons. If you bend your arms, with your elbows up – like this,” The biker moved Jen’s arms into place at the side of his head, “you can press them with your fists. Try.”
Jen pushed the large flat buttons behind and at the sides of his head. The only way he could reach them was by doubling his arms back with his elbows high in the air.
“Good. Now, at the other end are two more buttons. You must put your heels on those to press them down.” Dec lifted the boy’s feet, positioning them on the buttons. “Excellent. Comfortable?”
Jen grunted. It wasn’t an uncomfortable position. But what was all this about?
“Now, keep all four buttons pushed down, cos I’m going to switch things on.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “There. Ok, now as long as those buttons are down, everything is wonderful. No problem. But if you let them come up, it’s not so good. The top ones and the bottom ones do different things.” He pointed to the one by Jen’s left fist. “If you release either of these top ones you’ll get an electric shock on your balls. Not bad at all to begin with, but it gets gradually stronger. Try it.”
Jen kept his fists firmly on the buttons.
“Oh don’t be such a baby. Here…” Dec pulled the boy’s right hand off the button and kept it off until Jen yelled. A sharp tingling ran through Jen’s balls, and quickly increased until it became unpleasantly painful.
“Aaargh!” He pushed the button in again quickly and the pain stopped. “I thought you weren’t interested in causing pain.”
“Well I’m not, not really – but that’s not much pain, and it’s going to serve a useful purpose. Anyway, that’s those two – if you release either button you’ll feel that. The other two, down at your feet, are a bit different. They will make you cum. Very quickly. And I’ve arranged things so that you can cum as often as you want. Isn’t that nice of me? This Virtual Reality thing is really good, don’t you think? Eh?” He cackled. “So – you stay in that position and you’re going to be ok. Of course there’s a catch…”
“I know – you’re going to tickle me.”
“Oh I’m not. No. They are. One after the other. You see we’ve got a little bet going as to who can keep you off the buttons the longest. Winner will get you for the whole day tomorrow.”
Jen shook his head in desperation. “Oh Kalim, please let me go. Don’t do this. Haven’t I suffered enough?”
“No! Nothing like enough! Oh – almost forgot!” He picked up a very thin black leather hood – it was just a shaped bag, really, and dangled it in front of the boy’s face. “Much more interesting if you can’t see what’s coming, eh?” Cackling again, he watched as Dec pulled the hood over the protesting boy’s head and fastened it up around his neck. Then he stepped back. “Ok – who’s first up?” Said Kalim, rubbing his hands.
Inside the hood, Jen waited, his heart racing. He could deal with this. It was only a matter of self-control. He could deal with it…
Something soft touched his left nipple. A feather? Jen giggled as it trailed across his chest onto the other tit, and danced around. After a few moments it made its way towards his right armpit, but teased around the edge for a while. Just when Jen expected it to dive right into the middle of his right pit, fingers unexpectedly attacked his left one. Yelling with laughter, Jen involuntarily brought both arms down to protect his ticklish armpits – and instantly howled as the electric shock charged through his balls. The pain was increasing, but the fingers in his pit continued to tickle. After a few moments Jen managed to jerk his fist back to the button and cancel it. The fingers were gone.
Suddenly there was a single jab into both of his sides at once. He almost lost control again, but somehow managed to keep his fists on the buttons. The jab came again. Damn this hood, he thought – if he could see it coming it wouldn’t be half as bad: the unexpectedness of it was most of the problem. Then the feather was back – on his balls this time. His cock came to full erection as the soft tip teased and tickled its way between his thighs and back, up the length of his shaft to the very end of his cock. He thrust his hips, wanting more stimulation there.
Fingers squeezed the muscles just above his knee – and he howled in hysterics. Without thinking, he lifted his leg off the button and kicked out. Two seconds later Jen was shooting spunk all over the place in the throes of an intense orgasm. But it died quickly, and he got his foot back on the button before the cycle could start again.
“Oh shit shit shit shit!” He was breathing fast, and realized that his entire body was now hypersensitive from the orgasm. Whoever it was who was working on him did not let that sensitivity go to waste: fingers instantly descended on his feet and tickled.
Jen screamed into the hood. This was unbearable. Fingernails scratched and dragged over his sensitive soles, along the sides and round the heels; his toes were separated one by one and the ticklish skin between them worked on mercilessly. It continued for ages, and Jen lost control many times while the unseen tickler worked on him. If anything this was worse than being strapped down: at least then he didn’t have any choice. This arrangement was designed to be frustrating and humiliating.
“Time’s up. Next” Said Kalim.
Jen felt cool leather against his body as someone climbed onto the table and sat astride his waist. His cock immediately returned to full erection. Was it Dec? Damien? Or it might be Kalim the younger.
Leather-gloved fingers enclosed his cock and began to wank him very, very slowly. At the same time the guy’s other hand began to tickle the insides of his thighs. Fingertips glided lightly over his skin, the sides of his balls, and through to his ticklish arsehole. It was all Jen could do to keep the buttons pressed in, but by concentrating hard he succeeded. Then the guy lay full-length on him, the leather touching him all over. This had to be Dec – Jen was sure he recognised the feel. His guess was confirmed when a soft voice whispered into his ear: “Just relax and enjoy it.” Leather-gloved fingers touched his sides, and began to tickle slowly.
Jen screwed his eyes closed in concentration under the hood, as the fingers dug harder and harder into his sides. His cock slid against Dec’s leather jeans, and soon the boy was cumming again – but this time it was caused by lust rather than VR effects.
Dec climbed off and the next lad got on. Jen knew straight away that this was Brad – the feel of the smooth black Tecothene uniform was unmistakable. Where Dec had been gentle, sexy, Brad was pure sadism. He put his weight on Jen’s legs to keep them on the buttons, then laid into his ribs and sides like a demon. Even when Jen lost control and brought his arms down, he continued – and soon the boy was screaming with both ticklishness and electric pain. Then, after an eternity of this, Brad kicked Jen’s foot off the button and turned up the tickling even further while the boy came, and went into hypersensitivity.
If only he could pass out, though Jen. If only he could pass out.
“Next.”
The next one was totally different. Whoever it was, he took his time – and he was fiendish. Exploiting the fact that Jen couldn’t see anything, he tickled the boy unpredictably all over his body. A touch on the right inner thigh, then the left big toe, the left nipple, balls, right side… Jen’s muscles flexed and twitched as he tried to predict where the next assault would come from. It was quite gentle, but so frustrating – it was like the Chinese Water Torture – slowly but inexorably getting to him. And the effects got worse and worse. Eventually Jen was gasping – then yelling – with each touch; and there came a point when he couldn’t control it any longer. A light touch to the right armpit made him curl up into a ball…
Jen lost track of how long he’d been there or how many guys had worked on him – it felt like they’d all been around many times. By the time the hood was taken off and he was released, he had to be carried back to the bed. He felt drained, exhausted, and half-insane from the horrendous tickling.
The bed revolved and he was back in the bedroom. This time, sleep came quickly.
* * *
”Rise and shine!”
Jen blinked, opened his eyes, and found himself staring up into the masked face of the soldier, Brad. The hood of the shiny black Tecothene one-piece suit completely enclosed his head, and the only openings were a narrow strip with rounded ends cut out to expose his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and a hexagonal pattern of small cut-out circles over the mouth. A wide belt of chain-link steel was around his waist, and contrasted sexily with the skintight, shiny black suit. Jen groaned. “I assume you won.”
“Yep. You’re all mine – for the whole day.” He grabbed his cock through the stretchy Tecothene and squeezed it. “And boy, we’re gonna have fun!”
“You fucking cheated,” said jen wearily. “You kicked my legs off the buttons.”
The soldier regarded him impassively for a moment, then said, “All’s fair in love and war… Come on.”
Jen got off the bed and followed Brad apprehensively. He was not looking forward to this – of all the six lads, Brad was turning out so far to be by far the most sadistic.
The soldier led Jen along corridors and down stone staircases into the depths of the castle. No daylight penetrated here, the only light being provided by the ubiquitous torches in wall sconces. Eventually they entered a large room. It had a spider’s web in the middle.
At least that was what it looked like. On closer inspection Jen saw that the web was made of thin, but very strong elastic cords. Some of them had leather cuffs on their ends.
A small, movable platform stood by the centre of the web, and Jen was instructed to step up onto this while Brad attached the padded cuffs to his arms and legs. Once this was done, the soldier caused motors to tension the cords, pulling Jen up off the platform and suspending him in the middle of the web, pulled out into a spread-eagle.
Jen liked this less and less. Although it was comfortable, it was a very vulnerable position – there were very few place on his body that Brad couldn’t get to – and from what he knew of the boy so far, he would use them all. Jen swung gently from the elastic cords, and waited.
“Now,” said Brad, moving the platform out of the way, “the rules are simple: you can have a break every time you make me cum. How do you make me cum?” Even through the mask, it was clear that he was smiling wickedly. “By suffering, boy.”
With that he started on Jen. No preliminaries, no build-up. Jen screamed and struggled – and found that he could in fact curl up into a ball in the centre of the web. But the tension of the elastic cords was so high that after a few seconds it overcame his tiring muscles and pulled him back into the wide spread-eagled position. Oh fuck – this was going to be unbearable.
Deep in the dungeon of the castle, the stone walls of the chamber reverberated to the screams, hysterical laughter and shrieks of the helpless youth as Brad tickle tortured him mercilessly. And Jen desperately needed to cum. Every so often the sexy soldier boy would stand behind Jen, wrap his shiny black arms around the youth, press his smooth Tecothene-clad body against his bare skin and whisper into his ear, “being tickled makes you horny these days doesn’t it? D’ya wanna cum, boy? Huh? Feel my hard cock inside this sexy skintight tec suit. Nice? Well tough – you ain’t cumming, boy.”
And then he’d start again. He had a devastating technique of seemingly being able to tickle all over Jen’s body at the same time – his hands were everywhere, moving fast from armpits to thighs to sides to feet to knees… and Jen howled. He struggled and writhed in the elastic grip of the web, able to move a lot, but never far enough, and always pulled back into position by the cords. His muscles soon began to ache with the constant fighting against the pull of the web.
Jen learned to be able to tell when the soldier was about to cum, as he would concentrate on the two spots that he knew were Jen’s most insanely ticklish places: his sides. His stiff fingers jabbed and prodded and probed with increasing intensity, driving the boy out of his mind and making him hoarse with screaming - before he shot his spunk inside the skintight tec suit. Each time Brad came, he made sure he was standing in front of the boy, so that Jen could see the sharply-defined outline of his cock pulsing and jerking under the thin, stretchy material. The sight of that sexy masked soldier boy cumming in his shiny black uniform made Jen so horny he could taste it – and he longed for relief himself. And the fact that it was his own uncontrollable ticklishness that was making Brad cum, was itself incredibly horny to Jen.
Each time after Brad had cum, he would sit on the floor in front of Jen, take two long, pointed feathers, and tickle the boy’s cock and balls with them for half an hour. This constant, relentless cock-tickling was what constituted the promised ‘break’ from the torture for Jen. Although the boy was glad of the relief from the power-tickling, this was, in its own way, every bit as unbearable. But as Jen got more and more horny, he was actually able to deal with the tickle torture slightly better. He was finding it less and less difficult to give himself up to it, and suspected it all stemmed from whatever had happened in the courtyard (how long ago was that?) with Damien and Dec. Luckily his visible reactions to it didn’t change, so hopefully none of the others would know (except for the two leatherboys, who had seemingly intentionally done to him whatever it was they had done).
One time, after hours of unimaginable torture, when Brad put down the feathers and started in on him yet again, a transformation took place: Jen closed his eyes, threw back his head and for a moment was transported to a word filled with ecstasy. It didn’t last, but as he struggled and screamed under the soldier’s sadistic fingers, he knew that he was changing. And that change was what he wanted more than anything else in the world.
* * *
Later, Jen had found his way back to the courtyard again and was sitting in the sun wishing he could be hungry in this world and enjoy an ice cream, when he saw Pauli coming towards him over the lawn. The boy was incredibly cute, thought Jen yet again - his big blue eyes sparking under the fringe of spiky wheat-blond hair reminded him more than anything else of those characters in Japanese Manga animations - and Jen remembered how the lad had struggled when he’d tied him up and tickled him months ago. He wanted to feel that cute boy struggling helplessly under him again.
“Hiya,” grinned the footie lad, plonking himself down by Jen’s side.
“Hi Pauli. How’s things?”
“I’m horny. I always seem to be horny here, no matter how often I cum. It’s great.”
Jen smiled wickedly, then suddenly jumped on the boy, straddling his chest and pinning his arms to the ground with his knees. His fingers probed the boy’s armpits playfully, and Pauli yelled hysterically. “Ahhh! Hahahaha!!! NO!! Stop! Please!! STOPPPPP!!!” But Jen just carried on, laughing along with the boy. Pauli was bouncing on the grass under Jen, trying to shake the bigger lad off him. They rolled around for a while and then Jen got his hand up the leg of Pauli’s shorts, wrapped his fingers around the boy’s cock and brought him off with five or six fast strokes. “Ahh SHIT! YEAH!!”
They collapsed in a giggling heap, with Pauli at the bottom. Slowly they disentangled their arms and legs, and lay panting on the grass. “Fuck, I needed that!” Said Jen.
Pauli chuckled. “Bastard,” he said good-naturedly.
Although Jen had enjoyed the tussle, it hadn’t been as satisfying as he’d thought it would be. There had been moments, while he’d been sitting on the lad and tickling the shit out of him, when he’d found himself wishing that he was the one pinned down, with Pauli’s fingers working on him . But still, it had been nice.
They lay there for a while saying nothing, Jen deep inside himself, struggling to understand thoughts he didn’t know the meaning of. Eventually he gave up, and rolled over so he was facing Pauli. “What’s it like for you being here?”
“It’s fine. A bit strange – a lot of the time we can do what we want, but other times we know Kalim’s controlling us. Can’t do anything about that.”
“What’s it feel like when he’s controlling you?”
Pauli thought about this for a while. “Not easy to explain. We know what we’re doing, but he makes us want to do things we wouldn’t usually. But we have to go with it and it feels good. Like torturing you - I wouldn’t do that usually, but when he makes us do it feels great.” Then, realizing what he’d said, he looked down. “Sorry.”
“Oh don’t be sorry. In fact…” No! He mustn’t let any of them know he was getting into it. “In fact that’s what I sort of assumed.”
Pauli nodded.
“What torments are planned for me tonight then? Anything special?”
Pauli gazed at Jen through his blond fringe. “Can’t tell you that,” he said, impishly.
Jen smiled. “Ah. Ok. Well, enjoy it, sexy boy.”
“Oh I will, Jen.” With that he got up and ran off, kicking an imaginary football high in the air.
Jen wandered back inside. He’d found ‘his’ leather jeans, jacket and boots in a pile at the edge of the courtyard, and put them on. Then he set about exploring the castle a bit more. If he was going to be here for a long time it would be good to know his way around a bit better. The stretch-leather jeans clung skin-tight to his legs and massaged his cock as he walked, making it impossible for it to go soft for a moment. He liked the feeling a lot.
It took him about five minutes to get completely lost in the labyrinthine passageways of the castle. He went up and down stairs, and explored room after room, but they were all empty, disused and full of cobwebs. At length he found himself in a room he thought he recognised: it was the one with the table standing on the trapdoor which led to the leather-walled room – the one where he’d met the boys for the first time. Strange, he’d thought there had only been one door into this room – the one from the entrance hall – but then he realized that the one he’d just come through was perfectly concealed from this side. The other door was open.
Carefully, he made his way out and across the hall towards the castle’s main door. Of course it would be locked and barred, and the drawbridge would be up… But to his amazement, neither was the case. He walked out into the sunshine and started down the path away from the castle.
Was it really going to be this easy? No – it was most likely another set-up by the twisted Kalim. Show him freedom and then snatch it away at the last moment. He walked on, expecting at any second to be jumped by the gang and dragged back to a dark, deep dungeon.
He came to the road, crossed it, and picked his way down over the rocks to the portal. He stood looking at it. Freedom. Possibly. Extending a hand, he touched it. It felt real enough – but then it had felt real enough last time too.
“All right,” he shouted into the air, “you can come out now, Kalim. I know what you’re up to.”
He didn’t know if he’d expected Kalim to appear, cackling, and confirm that he was still a prisoner – but nothing happened. And then he saw a message on the portal’s control panel:
“Memory low. Some subroutines may be suspended.”
What did that mean? Jen’s heart jumped - it was a System Message, and those came from the real world. Then he noticed the clock set into the panel. It read 20:45. Just three-quarters of an hour had passed in the real world since he’d been here. And it had been days to him. Days of almost non-stop tickling and torture. He knew beyond any doubt now that if he walked through the portal, he could escape!
He sat down on a rock and thought about his experiences since he’d arrived here. The leather-walled room and the golden feathers; being cut up into pieces and tickled by the lads while he was in bits; the maze room; the Pliropod with its eight tentacles working on him; getting ‘out’ back into his apartment and finding that he was in fact still inside the game; the glass-floored room and the tickling, itching stuff the boys had painted on him; the table with the buttons he had to keep pressed; the punk's fingers digging into him as he fucked Jen over the barrel; the sadistic soldier’s spider web - he could walk away from all of that. The unbearable, excruciating tickling could be a thing of the past. He could be FREE!
Jen stood up. He ran his hand down the sleek metallic surface of the portal, and shook his head. He also remembered the wonderful encounter with the two leatherboys on the grass earlier, and the thoughts that had been going through his mind while he’d been tickling Pauli a few minutes ago. Things were changing inside him. He knew that he was a slave to tickle torture now, and for his really to get off on sex he needed to be screaming hysterically and struggling in restraints as fingers tickled him mercilessly. Without glancing at the portal again, he set off back towards the castle.
* * *
He was somehow surprised that it was just as he’d left it. He lost himself in its passageways, and before long he ran into Dilane again. The punk looked particularly sexy, he thought. He’d brushed his mohican, and was wearing faded jeans that were even tighter than the bleachers he’d had on before. “Hi Dilane”, he said, smiling.
“Hi Victim. Something’s wrong.” The small ring in Dilane’s nose shone in the light of the torches.
“What do you mean?”
“K’s gone.”
‘Eh?”
“No-one’s seem K for ages. We don’t know what to do on our own.”
Jen reflected that the punk wasn’t the sharpest knife in the box, and would understandably feel lost when not being controlled by Kalim. “Where are the others?”
“I think they’re in the Upper Keep.”
“Do you know how to get there?”
“Yeah.”
Jen watched Dilane's tight-jeaned thighs and arse as the punk moved ahead of him, leading the way to a room Jen hadn’t seen before. It was on the third floor, over the entrance hall. This was the closest thing to a lounge as any room he’d come across yet. The others were indeed there.
Jen smiled at the two leatherboys, and Pauli – who was standing close to Dec - winked at Jen through his blond fringe.
“There’s a System problem,” said Damien.
“I know. Low memory.” Jen told them about his trip to the portal.
“And you didn’t get out while you could?” Dec asked, smiling knowingly.
Jen returned the smile. “No, I didn’t. The panel said that some subroutines may be suspended. I suppose that means Kalim.”
They thought about this for a while. “What we gonna do?” Asked Brad finally.
“Well, if I go out into the real world and stop the game, you’ll all blink out of existence. Is that what you want?”
“No we won’t,” said Damien. “No more than you will.”
“What do you mean?” Asked Jen.
“We’re all in the game. I mean we’re all connected right now. We’re all sitting in our homes with headsets on. Kalim got us all. Didn’t you realize?”
Jen’s jaw dropped. “I’d assumed you were all generated by the game.”
“No! I think that’s why it’s getting low on memory – too many connections to run.”
It made sense. But that meant…
“We need to talk, now that Kalim’s gone.” Jen sat on the arm of a leather armchair. “Listen - you lot were brought here to torture me out of my mind, to punish me for what I did to each of you, right?”
The five boys nodded. Damien and Dec knew exactly where this was going.
“Well, it’s had a sort of…” he searched for the right word, “… unexpected effect on me. I – oh fuck, I need it now. I’ve changed. I want it more than anything. I need to be tickled and tortured and restrained and covered in leather and…” He ran out of words.
“Well that’s easily solved,” said Brad. “I’m really getting into it. I need to torture you.”
Dilane nodded in agreement, then the rest of them joined in.
“This game does seem to be getting a bit unstable – and if you go out and switch it off, we’ll come and get you in the real world.” Said Dec.
Jen’s cock jerked inside the stretch-leather. “Well – well that’s sorted then! I’ll go and stop the game!” He grinned at the lads, and they grinned back at him.
“I think not.”
Everyone turned towards the new voice. It was Kalim the Wizard.
And he was glowing.
* * *
As one, the five boys closed on Jen and held him with his hands behind his back.
Kalim walked into the centre of the room. “Sorry I had to go for a while. There was a… technical… problem. It’s fixed now. In fact things are better than before. Now, what’s been happening in my absence? Eh?”
“Not a lot, Kalim,” said Jen. “Just the usual tickling and torturing.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, if you’ll bring our guest Jen the Magnificent this way, please…” He swept out of the room and Jen was dragged along as the boys followed their master.
This time they went up instead of down, and eventually entered a bare, stone-walled room. In its centre there stood a black leather chair with some industrial-strength restraints attached to it.
“Have a seat,” Kalim’s invitation was not to be declined, and Jen sat. The restraints were tightened around his arms, legs and chest.
“I thought it would be fun to have a VR game in a VR game,” beamed Kalim. At his unspoken command, Brad wheeled a small table with an X90 machine on it from behind the chair, and placed the headset on Jen. Then he held up a game cube. Kalim pointed to it in the soldier’s hand. “This is something I prepared earlier. It’s the encounters you originally had with each of us in the real world – the ones that led to your punishment here, Jen – but the positions have been reversed. This time, it’s you who is the victim. Enjoy.” Brad pushed the cube into the machine and pressed ‘start’.
* * *
There was no blue sky, no credits – instead Jen immediately found himself in his own bedroom. His head was whoozy and the taste of gin was in his mouth. Kalim the younger was whistling tunelessly as he tied Jen to his own bed, using bits of rope.
“Wh..whatttt…?” The alcohol was making it difficult to speak.
“Just relax. You’re going to enjoy this,” Kalim grinned. He stood for a moment looking at his helpless, confused victim, then launched himself on to the bed on top of Jen, tickling him wildly, all over. His technique was terrible, thought a remote part of Jen’s other self – the one that was strapped to the chair in the castle - but nonetheless effective. Jen writhed and yelled and laughed fit to bust. Kalim gagged him with a couple of socks, then continued.
It went on for a long time.
- - -
The scene changed. Now Jen’s head was whoozy again – but this time it was from the effects of a dose of anaeson spray in the face. He tried to sit up, but found that he was cuffed and strapped to the bed. “What the hell? You told me I could fuck you…”
Dec grinned down at him. “You’re going to find that a bit difficult in your present position, I think, sexy biker boy. Oh shit, those leathers are amazing…” Dec stripped off completely, just as Jen had done in the original encounter, and climbed onto the bed, lowering himself slowly onto the helpless biker/Jen. Dec closed his eyes in pleasure at the feel of the leather, and then began to tickle him…
- - -
Jen could taste the anaeson again – but this time he was wearing punk gear, and a naked Dilane looked down at him where he’d strapped Jen to his new bondage table. “You ticklish, sexy punk…?”
- - -
Jen was aware that he was wearing football shorts. And that he was hogtied on the floor. “I’ve never been tied up before, mate, so go easy, please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh I’m not going to hurt you, boy,” said Pauli, now dressed in leather jeans and jacket, “I’m going to tickle you”.
“Whaaat? NO! PLEASE!!!!”
Pauli knelt over the hogtied Jen and thrust his fingers into the boy’s armpits. Jen screamed like a banshee. “Nooooooooo!!! Aaaaahhh!! Heheheheheheheheheh!!!! Stop STOP STOP ST—Mmmmmfffghh!” The gaffa tape over his mouth cut down a lot of noise.
Pauli did to Jen exactly what Jen had done to Pauli the first time – and it was excruciating. The poor boy had never been tickled before in his life – certainly not while bound, gagged, and helpless to do anything about it. And Jen-in-the-chair remembered then that that was the first time it had occurred to him that if he made a victim cum, the victim would be sooooo much more ticklish afterwards… It was a technique he’d always used after that.
Jen screamed into the gag and struggled against the ropes tying him as Pauli’s hand worked its way slowly between his thighs, up the leg of his shorts and onto his cock. In a couple of minutes Jen was shooting his spunk into his shorts – and then the real tickling began.
- - -
Damien’s handsome face grinned down at him now, and that fucking smell of anaeson was in his nose again. Damien smiled. “How’s it feel to be strapped down yourself, top boy?”
“Fucking let me outta here you bastard!” Jen was saying exactly what the real Damien had said that first time, and was grinning a bit just like he had, as well. “What you gonna do to me then, sub ?”
“I’m going to tickle you.”
“Tick- hey no, pal. Be serious. What you gonna – no. Come on, give me a break here. Not that!”
Further words being unnecessary, Damien slid his hands up inside Jen’s studded leather jacket and began to tickle him out of his mind.
- - -
“I’m sorry Sir – I can’t answer that question SIR!” Jen heard himself saying the words every sadistic interrogator loves to hear. He moved in his restraints, and felt the skintight, shiny tecothene uniform hugging his thighs and body. Shit, he’d never realized it was smooth and shiny on the inside as well, or that it felt so horny. How on earth did soldiers ever get anything done?
“Really?” replied Brad. “Unacceptable.”
Jen realized that this was the first time he’d ever seen the soldier boy’s face – and he was stunning. Short cropped jet black hair, deep brown eyes and a clean, masculine face.
“Try again.” He leaned over Jen’s prone body and squeezed the boy’s knees sharply and repeatedly. Every muscle in Jen’s body stiffened, and he fought the restraints. “Please.. NO! Please. Please. No. I’ll – I’ll tell you. I’LL TELL YOU!”
“Fraid not, soldier. Nothing you tell me yet would be reliable. You need much more motivation.” He tore a strip of wide tape off a roll and gagged Jen with it, then took a small vibrator and applied it to the head of Jen’s cock, which was tenting the Tec suit out between his thighs. Moments later Jen’s body was bouncing on the padded restraint table as he experienced a shattering orgasm.
Brad kept the vibrator in place until it had milked Jen’s balls dry, then put it down. His stiff fingers reached towards Jen’s now hypersensitive, helpless body…
* * *
Jen fought against the leather restraints holding him into the chair as he experienced the VR flashbacks Kalim had provided. His stretch-leather jeans were soaking inside from the three orgasms, and his muscles continued to jerk even as Brad removed the headset and switched the X90 off.
“Enjoy that?”
Just in time, Jen managed to stop himself from saying ‘Fuck Yes!’ He didn’t have to act as he almost collapsed while being lifted out of the chair – the effects on him had been very real indeed.
“I think you should have a shower, and then the evening’s entertainment can begin.”
A shower? Well, why not? And the ‘evening’s entertainment’ sounded fascinating…
* * *
“I’ve sort-of adjusted the laws of physics a bit in this room – but only for you, Jen.” Kalim was clearly pleased with himself as he pointed to a large square marked out on the floor of the huge, empty room. “Inside this square, you will no longer be subject to the usual law of gravity. Here, try it – it’ll be fun. Just run gently towards it and jump – not too high – just before you cross the line. And get ready to land once you’re out of the square.”
Jen was unsure, but had little choice. He took a run, jumped – and sailed across the fifteen-foot-wide square to the other side without coming down. The moment he passed the second line things abruptly returned to their usual state and he landed on the far side as if he’d just jumped normally.
“Excellent, eh? Ha! Good fun!” Now - Dec, Dilane, take him into the middle and leave him there will you?”
The biker and the punk took Jen into the centre of the square.
“Good - now lift him up off the ground, make sure he’s quite still, and let go of him gently.”
They did as Kalim ordered, then walked back to the others outside the square.
Jen looked surprised at the feeling of being suspended, stationary, in mid-air.
“Ok, Jen, now come here.”
The boy tried to walk, but his feet were a few inches off the ground and his body just oscillated a little in time with his movements. Apart from that, he didn’t move an inch in any direction. This is what it must be like in space, he thought. Experimentally, he slowly filled his lungs to capacity, then blew out as hard as he could towards Kalim. His body began to rotate backwards around its centre of gravity – which was about where his stomach was – and he turned very slowly in the air. Gradually he came to a stop – air resistance probably, he thought – by which time he was upside-down and facing the boys on the other side of the room to Kalim.
Kalim clapped his hands in delight. “Wonderful. Ok – now, the plan is that the boys are going to give you the most intense orgasm you have ever had in your pitiful little life, oh Jen the Magnificent. And after that, they are going to tickle you to a screaming, incoherent jelly. ‘How are we going to accomplish this feat?’ I hear you cry. Well, The feelie level has, so far, been set to five. I’m going to turn it up a bit. What do you think? Seven? Eight? Nyah – tell you what, let’s go for ten!” He cackled, and his eyes went vacant for a moment. “There, it’s done.”
Jen groaned in fear. A feelie level of ten was unheard of. As far as he knew no-one had ever set it that high before. The slightest pain would be agony – and the slightest pleasure would be…
Abruptly he felt the change: he could feel tiny movements of the air in the room against his face; his tight jeans seemed to grip him tighter; and he was conscious of his hard cock rubbing against the sexy stretch leather, and the material pressing between the cheeks of his arse. But the pains he’d expected weren’t there.
“Aha, I see you’re wondering about the pain. I’ve left that the same. Only changed the pleasure level. Aren’t I good to you?”
“I didn’t know that was possible – “ Said the upside-down Jen.
“It’s not! Well it wasn’t until I just did it.” Kalim clapped his hands again at his own cleverness. “Ok boys – you know what to do. Let’s push every one of Jen’s buttons. Give him an orgasm to remember…”
The boys advanced on him. The anti-gravity square had no effect on them – only on Jen. They peeled off his leathers, then got him horizontal, face-up, between them, spread-eagled in space. Dec and Damien each took one of Jen’s hands, turned so they were facing away from the boy, and clamped his wrists between their leather-clad thighs. They placed his fingers on their hard, horny cock-bulges so that he could feel them and play with them through their leather jeans. Dilane stood at Jen’s feet, rubbing the boy’s bare soles over the outline of his rock-hard cock inside his skintight faded jeans. Pauli leaned over Jen, his blond fringe and blue eyes inches away from the boys’ face and kissed him gently every now and again between helpless laughter as Brad, the soldier, held Pauli’s feet apart and, lying on the floor, tickled the footie boy’s balls with a feather up the leg of his shorts, in full view of the helpless Jen.
Kalim the younger, who until now had taken a small role in proceedings generally, had centre stage this time. He stood on the other side of Jen, pulled on a pair of skintight black leather gloves, wrapped his fingers gently around the boy’s cock, and began to wank him very, very slowly while teasing his balls.
Jen was delirious with pleasure – the feel of his wrists clamped between Dec’s and Damien’s black leather jeaned thighs, their bulging cocks under his fingers; the feel of the sexy punk’s skintight denim-covered cock rubbing against his bare soles; the sight of Brad tickling Pauli’s balls with the feather up his footie shorts, the beautiful blond boy kissing him and giggling from the tickling; and the feel of Kalim’s leather-gloved hand slowly wanking his cock – all of this would have been quite bad enough with the feelie level set to normal. But at ten it was impossible to fight against. Jen knew exactly what was in store for him if he came, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to take the tickle torture at that feelie level – but the decision was out of his hands. He felt himself getting closer and closer – Kalim was intentionally milking him slowly, building it up, making him wait – but there was nothing he could do to stop himself from approaching orgasm.
Kalim the elder had orchestrated things masterfully: all at the same time, Dec and Damien came in their jeans from Jen’s wanking of their cock bulges; Dilane roared as his spunk shot into his tight denim jeans under Jen’s feet; Pauli’s knees buckled as he lost it to Brad’s tickling and came in his shorts; Brad shot into his Tec suit from tickling Pauli; and Kalim the younger came in his stretch-leather jeans. All these helpless ejaculations sent Jen over the edge, and Kalim milked his cock dry in an orgasm of monumental proportions. Currents of pure ecstasy shot through Jen’s brain as his spunk splattered over the boys. It went on and on – Jen’s eyes glassy and unfocussed as he experienced pleasure of unprecedented intensity.
Eventually it ended. Floating in the air, trying to focus, and with his breath coming in ragged, fast gulps, Jen smiled in supreme happiness. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Thanks, boys,” he whispered.
The others seemed to have recovered immediately. They stood there looking dangerous, knowing what was next on the evening’s agenda.
“Nice one,” said Kalim the Wizard. “Now – no time to be lost. He’s just cum, feelie is at ten, and it’s tickling time…”
It was a free-for-all. Twelve hands – sixty digits – descended on Jen, each boy working on him in his own way: some fast, some slow, some lightly, some hard. All those hands were impossible to keep track of, and Jen was hypersensitive plus!
To say that Jen laughed, that he screamed, that he shrieked, fought, struggled, begged, pleaded, swore, threatened – does not get anywhere near to the facts. His body was artificially hypersensitised, he’d just cum like never before, and six expert ticklers – each of whom knew precisely how to tickle this particular boy most effectively - were all working on him, driven by the sadistic Kalim. Faced with that degree of stimulation in the normal game, the safeties would have tripped in an instant and Jen would have been whisked back to the real world. But Kalim had had the foresight to disable the safeties. Jen couldn’t escape, he couldn’t protect himself, he couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t faint – and he was being systematically tortured by six sexy boys under the direction of a supreme sadist.
And he was loving it. He was loving it like nothing he’d ever loved in his life before. It was as if everything up to now had been to prepare him for this. It was as if his body had been designed for this. Nothing – nothing – would have as much meaning for him as this, ever again, he thought.
He lost count of the number of times he came during the never-ending torture. His world was one of unbearable tickling, slippery spunk, shiny black leather, total helplessness, and pure ecstasy. It must go on forever and ever and ever and ever…..
SYSTEM ALERT:
ERROR –2594 : RESOURCE FAILURE
ERROR –685 : SYSTEM OVERLOAD
ERROR –966 : MEMORY LOW
ERROR –994 : TOO MANY CONNECTIONS
The words hung in the air in the middle of the room. A couple of seconds later Jen was precipitated unceremoniously onto the floor as gravity returned and, at the same time, everyone else disappeared into thin air – both Kalims included. Jen sat up, looking around uncomprehendingly, then read the words hovering in the air above him and realized what had happened. He felt the familiar glitch which meant that any moment he would be whisked out of the game – and shot his eyes to the control panel floating by his side. Yes! ‘SAVE’ was available! He punched the button hard, and a moment later his world did the Technicolor swirl to blackness. He was out of the game.
* * *
Jen was back in his apartment again – really back this time - in his own shorts and on his own recliner. In the virtual world he’d been tickled and tortured and had cum more times than he could remember – but this had happened only in his mind, and in the real world he had not cum at all. His body instantly corrected this extreme imbalance of hormones, and his cock pumped out spunk into his shorts as he lay there on the recliner. It was an enormous ejaculation quantity-wise, but there was relatively little pleasure accompanying it.
When it was over, he removed the headset slowly and placed it carefully down beside him. Not trusting himself to be able to get up at the moment, he opened a bottle of mineral water and took a deep drink. The he closed his eyes and waited until his breathing returned to normal.
Feeling better, he got up, showered, changed his shorts, then padded back into the living room and ran the diagnostics program on the X90. As the big screen displayed the results, he smiled. Half an hour later, after some careful database editing, he was grinning.
* * *
After a few phone calls, he’d contacted Damien, Dec and Pauli. He had no way to contact the others – but no sooner had he replaced the receiver than his phone rang and it was Dilane and Brad, together. They’d each threatened Kalim into giving them Jen’s number. Jen set up a six-way video call, and invited them round to his apartment.
“Listen, you lot,” said Jen, handing round drinks, “we have two options: real life, or back to the castle whenever we want.”
“Back to the castle…?” Dec frowned. “Seemed like the system collapsed.”
“No! I managed to save the game! And, I’ve edited Kalim out of it completely – and all the tricks he engineered. Oh – and I got rid of the creatures as well. There’s no danger there for us now. But there is a LOT of fun waiting if you’re up for it! I need it, guys. I need it.”
“OH FUCK YEAH!!” Brad yelled. “More torture! I wanna use electricity on you mate!”
Dilane whooped. “Fucking, boy. You’re gonna get fucked and fisted good!”
Pauli was grinning at Dec. The boy was clearly in love with the biker. “Oh yeeeaahhh”, he whispered.
Damien and Dec didn’t say anything. They were watching Jen’s reactions.
It wouldn’t be the same. Jen knew. Kalim had been the guiding force, the controlling mind thinking up increasingly devious ways to tickle torture Jen – that had been the reason he’d engineered the whole thing in the first place. And Kalim had been getting into it bigtime.
“Ok then – next weekend, let’s connect and go!” Jen tried to sound enthusiastic, but the dream had been ruined. He knew he’d never find that nirvana again.
For the rest of the evening they exchanged stories about their parts in the game, and swapped ideas about devious tortures for each other. Dec spent the time trying to avoid Pauli’s eyes. Eventually they drifted off one by one. Dec and Damien, however, made no attempt to leave. When the three of them were the only ones left, Damien smiled sadly at Jen. “Disappointed, Jen?”
Jen rested his chin on his fist. “Yeah, if I’m honest.”
Dec put his arm round Jen’s shoulders. “Well, Damien and I’ll be there, and the two of us should be enough to keep you occupied. We both know exactly what you need, Jen, and we’re both very much into giving it to you.”
Damien nodded. “Oh yeah…” He said. He produced a pair of handcuffs. “And why wait till next weekend? I think you could do with some leather and tickling right now.” He got up and advanced towards Jen.
Jen grinned, slid off the stool, and retreated – into the waiting (and restraining) hands of Dec.
* * *
Jen had been delayed going online - his neighbour had taken a fall and hurt her hip, and he’d had to ring for an ambulance. He’d started his X90 running first, though, at the time they’d all agreed, as it was still his cube that contained the special version of the game. Without it, none of the others would be able to enter the world.
The castle looked exactly as it had done the first time. Jen had made the leather jacket, boots and stretch-leather jeans his default gear for the game now, and they felt sexy against his skin as he walked towards the drawbridge. The boys would already be inside – they’d probably been there for a while as he’d been delayed.
He didn’t really know what to expect. Brad and Dilane were clearly into things that he wasn’t, and Pauli had a thing going for the biker so it was unlikely that he’d be interested in Jen any more. But Damien and Dec would be there, and they would be there for him. It wouldn’t be the same, but it might be good. He had the whole weekend, real-time, in front of him, (he’d made sure that Time Compression was off!) so there would be plenty of time to find out.
The entrance hall was empty. Where should he go? There was no response when he called out, so he walked up the stairs and back along the carpeted corridor towards the Upper Keep room. As he approached he heard voices. Everyone was there: Pauli was the first Jen saw – he was naked on his hands and knees being fucked aggressively by Dilane while Brad held the boy’s ears, forcing him to suck his cock. Damien and Dec were sat together on the broad window ledge watching impassively. When they saw Jen, smiles broke out on their faces.
Jen walked around the spit-roast and joined the leatherboys by the window. “Looks like the party started without me,” he said.
Damien pulled Jen into a leather embrace and squeezed the boy’s buttocks. “Meant to tell you earlier – those stretch-leather jeans look brilliant on you, boy.”
Jen hugged the man back.
“I have found,” said Dec, “a room with equipment you are going to love. I think it was designed for tickle torture.”
Jen’s face lit up. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. There might only be two of us to get you now, but we’re gonna get you good, boy.”
Jen squeezed Dec’s leather-jacketed arm. “You’re gonna have to catch me first,” he replied gamely.
That was the moment when Jen knew it wasn’t going to work. He suspected that the two leatherboys felt sorry for him, and that whatever they did to him would be because they knew he wanted it – needed it. They’d stop when they thought he couldn’t take any more. The sadism was gone.
He had to tell them – it would be unfair not to. “Damien, Dec, I’ve got to –“
Then the room disappeared. Everything went as black as pitch. After a couple of seconds, words appeared in the blackness:
SYSTEM ALERT:
CONTROL TRANSFER
TO UNIT #327594837
AUTHORIZATION CODE: Z80
PASSWORD **********
The words hung there for five seconds, then the room re-appeared. Pauli had become detached at both ends, and the boys were staring at where the words had been.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Asked Dilane.
“It means, “ replied Kalim the Wizard, looking straight at Jen, “that I got pissed off with your piddling little X90 running the show and I’ve transferred control to my X9000. Much more reliable, and much better facilities.” He beamed at the boys and cackled at their dazed expressions at seeing him again. Kalim the younger popped into existence as they stared.
“I’ve set feelie level to twelve to start with, and Time Compression to – oh, all you need to know is that it’s going to be a very long weekend. Very long indeed. And you’ll be pleased to hear that there will be no more of those annoying system interruptions.”
As Kalim mentally commanded them, the six boys advanced on Jen together, their arms reaching, and expressions of anticipation on their faces.
“Now, where were we, eh…?” Said Kalim, rubbing his hands and beaming sadistically.
Jen closed his eyes, and laughed with joy.