Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2022 23:06:21 +0000 From: Ferdin Subject: Jamie's Worst Nightmare Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to real world events are purely coincidental. I do not condone engaging sexually with a real child. If erotic stories involving fictional minors are illegal where you live, please stop reading. Category: Gay, Young Friends, S-F/Fantasy Summary: A teenager too clever for his own good gets crazy with one of his inventions, to the detriment of an unsuspecting little boy. _Target located. Preparing system for teleportation._ Gavin's grin grew wider as he read the words on his monitor, his brown eyes radiating a desire to feast on what was also projected on the screen: the bedroom of his next victim, broadcast via a tiny hovering camera that had travelled all the way to the victim's house. This would be the seventeen-year-old's first time using his latest gadget to its fullest extent on a real target, and after testing all the features numerous times, he was satisfied. As the device was loading up, Gavin ran a quick status check; noise-cancelling system was operational, sleeping particles were operational, illusion wall, robotic tentacles, invisible cloaking... _everything's in order, oh boy, this could actually work!_ Gavin was something of a genius, always topping the class in mathematics and science, and had won a fair few prizes over various science and technology competitions. But some of his gadgets had to be kept hidden from everyone, even his parents, and this was by far his biggest project to date. Fresh sweat dripped from Gavin's forehead as the tall, lanky teen wiped his brow and short black hair. He looked up at the screen. Eighty percent complete. Gavin felt his heart hammering into his chest, his throat dry as a desert. Ever since he was thirteen, when he discovered these unconventional desires, the teenager had dreamed about crafting a machine as magnificent as this. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about it was just how small it was; a pair of regular-looking sleeves, the kind that professional track athletes would sometimes wear, connected wirelessly to the software on his computer and his glasses. Hidden in the sleeves, though, was a collection of various tools that Gavin was going to use on his unsuspecting victim. He looked up at the monitor. Ninety-five percent. And his victim was now in the bedroom, alone. _It's now or never._ *** "Bedtime, sweetie!" "But mum...," "It's almost half-past nine, you should already be in bed! Look, you can read your book for a while once you've got your teeth brushed and pyjamas on, OK?" "OK," an overtired Jamie sighed, accepting defeat on this occasion. The freckle-faced ginger was still feeling the energy boost from all the Smarties he ate and Pepsi he drank while switching between playing Fortnite with his friends and watching bits of one of the Star Wars movies. The boy, who recently turned seven, dandered into his room and removed his Man United shirt and shorts to reveal a skinny build, supple legs and a small belly button with a slight outie shape to it. His medium-length hair brushed up as Jamie slid his top over his head, before flopping down to cover most of his ears. He gripped the small waistband of his grey briefs and yanked them down, revealing a hairless little dick and balls, just below average size for his age. Standing at just under four feet tall, he grabbed his long pyjama bottoms and top and pulled them over his svelte figure, before wandering over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was getting into winter, so long pyjamas were of the essence. Unbeknownst to Jamie, clothes wouldn't be an issue for him soon. "Did you brush your teeth?" his mum asked. "Yep!" the redhead boy exclaimed. "Are you sure, now?" Jamie's dad inquired, having just walked up the stairs in time to overhear the conversation. "Come over here, boy." The seven-year-old slowly walked towards his dad, a small grin appearing on his face. Once he was close enough, he looked straight up to his dad's face and breathed out heavily. "See? You can smell toothpaste!" Jamie's dad could indeed smell toothpaste, but decided to have a little bit of fun with his son. "Hmmm, I don't think so!" he said playfully and wrapped his arms around Jamie, trapping the boy in his grasp. "I think you're lying to me! "I'm not lyaaaaAAHAHH," he shrieked, as his dad scurried his fingertips along the length of his torso, probing the seven-year-old's ticklish body. Jamie couldn't escape and was left to dance and squirm on the spot as his dad manoeuvred a hand around his body. He buried his head in his dad's tummy and laughed into the fabric of clothing on his face, still jumping about as the tickling hand spidered around his neck, underarms and flanks. "HahaHAHAhaha daaaaaaaaaad," he blurted out through his laughter. "Alright, alright, I believe you now," smiled Jamie's dad as he let his son go, tousling the flaming red hair. "Goodnight, Jamie," he said as he walked back down the stairs with the boy's mum. "Night!" Jamie exclaimed as he skipped into his bedroom, closing the door and grabbing one of his Horrid Henry books to read for a little while. As he snuggled under his duvet and read his book, the sugar rush from earlier rapidly began to wear off, and the little tyke let out a huge yawn, before slowly drifting off to sleep. *** _Calibration complete. System ready for teleportation._ Gavin's heart rate went up a notch as he read those words on the screen. Having just overheard Jamie getting tickled by his dad, the teen was more excited than ever. Ever since he knew that he liked younger boys, Gavin's number one fantasy always involved tickling boys, and after years of reading boy tickle stories, watching boy tickling videos on YouTube and similar platforms and role-playing with people similar to himself, he never would have imagined that he would actually get to tickle a real boy. With his legs feeling like jelly, the teen slowly raised his arm up to his glasses, and pressed the small button to activate teleportation. *WWWWHHHHHMMMMMMMMM* For several nail-biting seconds, Gavin could only see a mixture of white and blue light, as his gadget teleported him to Jamie's bedroom. _If it's set up correctly, I should land with my invisible cloaking enabled, which means that nobody will be able to see or hear me._ Finally, the bright light dissipated and Gavin was left standing in the seven-year-old's bedroom. His eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, the teen couldn't help but gaze upon the sleeping boy, mostly engulfed by his duvet, leaving only his head and hands visible. _My God, he looks so peaceful, so innocent, so... fuck, adorable! The way I can hear tiny boy breaths, his... dammit, Gavin, you're on a mission. Focus!_ Snapping out of his trance, he pressed one of the hidden buttons on his sleeves to activate the first part of his plan -- blocking any and all sound escaping the bedroom with the noise-cancelling system. _Area surrounded with noise-cancelling wall,_ the message on his glasses read. Gavin's grin returned. _Good, good._ He pressed the next hidden button, which activated the illusion wall, causing any outsider looking into the bedroom to see what they expected to see. This feature was an insurance policy; if Jamie's parents were to open the bedroom door to check on him, they should simply see him sleeping as normal. They wouldn't see Gavin, or what was about to unfold. Next up, the sleeping particles. The seventeen-year-old hit another button on his sleeves, dispensing perhaps hundreds of thousands of barely visible sleeping particles. These tiny devices floated towards Jamie's nostrils and allowed themselves to be breathed in by the oblivious boy, and gave Gavin complete control of the boy's sleeping state; now, Jamie would stay fast asleep, even if a gun was fired less than a metre from him. He would stay that way until Gavin pressed the corresponding button, which would cause the seven-year-old to wake up. The other feature of the sleeping particles was that, once they left the body, the victim would fall asleep again, and when they then woke up, all of their memories of what had happened while they were under the influence of the sleeping particles would be like a dream; they would be hazy and not everything would be remembered. Gavin thought that it was best to include this feature in case his future victims started speaking out. Now that Jamie would only wake when Gavin gave his gadget the command, and now that nobody could see or hear what was happening in the boy's bedroom, the teen felt comfortable enough to remove most of his invisibility cloaking, keeping some over his face to obscure his identity -- not only hiding his face, but also altering his voice. _Now the fun starts._ Keeping his eyes on the sleeping ginger boy, Gavin grabbed the duvet and yanked it off the bed, throwing it towards the far corner of the room. The teenager took a few moments to admire Jamie in his red pyjamas; they fitted him quite well, giving a nice view of the boy's tummy exhaling in and out, his little finger and toes ever so slowly twitching in his sleep. Shuffling towards the bed, Gavin reached down to Jamie and moved the boy's arms up, allowing the pyjama top to be removed. Slowly, as if he were unveiling a rare mineral, the teen lifted Jamie's pyjama shirt up, exposing the skinny tummy seen earlier through the hidden camera. _But it looks so much better in person!_ He reached down and pressed on the seven-year-old's belly button, feeling the small, swirl-like pattern imprinted on the tummy. Gavin started to feel twitches in his groin area, knowing that the electricity received from Jamie's belly button was just the beginning. He dragged the hem of the pyjama top up further, brushing his fingers past the boy's ribs and underarms, before pulling the top past Jamie's head and arms, feeling the flaming red hair brush his own arms. Once the pyjama top was thrown away from the bed, Gavin turned his attention to the pyjama bottoms. Hooking his fingertips at the start of the bottoms, he dragged them all the way down, pulling them past Jamie's feet and throwing them onto the floor. Now he really took a good few moments to gaze upon the absolute feast that lay on the bed before him. Jamie's cock and balls, small and hairless, just what he would have expected from a boy who had just turned seven less than a fortnight ago. Resisting temptation to start feeling him up now -- because he knew that if he started that then he would likely do nothing else -- Gavin refocused on the next task; securing Jamie to the bed. Another button on the sleeves produced four restraining devices, each consisting of a small rope with a soft handcuff on one end and a suction device on the other. Gavin secured two of the cuffs around Jamie's ankles and the corresponding suction ends onto the end of the bed. Repeating the process for the wrists, Jamie was now helplessly bound in a Y-shape on the bed, the four ropes allowing a little bit of give, and the cuffs giving the boy some comfort. The idea was that the boy was restrained in such a way that there wasn't a chance of him defending his ticklish areas while not inflicting any other pain or discomfort, and it seemed to be working well. Gavin allowed himself one last look of admiration on his work. Everything was in place; no unusual sounds were escaping the bedroom, nobody would see anything out of the ordinary if they opened the door, Jamie was completely bound and he would only ever remember this as a dream. And with Gavin's face and voice obscured, there was no way that he would be recognised by the seven-year-old. The teen's eyes travelled lazily over the naked boy; Jamie's slim, semi-athletic build shining through. Gavin walked over and played with the small, hairless dick for a few seconds, feeling the soft, tiny worm bob about in his hand, before stepping back and pressing the button to wake Jamie up. *** The ginger boy slowly came to his senses. _Is it morning already? I --,_ he thought to himself as he attempted to rub his eyes, but instead tugged on the restrains. A wave of panic shot through the boy almost instantly, as he forced his eyes open and jerked his body about. "Huh? What is... how... help! I'm stuck! "As you should be," a deep, menacing voice bellowed from his room. Jamie's feeling of panic turned to one of sheer horror. Standing in his room was a man dressed in black, his face hidden. The seven-year-old started screaming and yelling in fear. "HELLLP! THERE'S A MONSTER IN MY ROOM! MUM, DAD, HELP MEEEEE!" "Silly boy, nobody can hear you, and you can't escape." "P... please don't hurt me," whimpered Jamie, never feeling so scared before. "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, or kill you, my sweet boy." The monster closed in on the helpless seven-year-old. "I just want you to *laugh* for me. "L... laugh?" Jamie asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Yes, Jamie -- that's your name, isn't it?" The monster came even closer to the boy, his hidden face now just centimetre's from Jamie's own, scared face. "I'm going to *tickle* you, and I want you to laugh real good." The panic that was rushing through Jamie multiplied by a hundred, as the little boy desperately tried to tug at the restraints to escape. He knew just how deathly ticklish he was. Even his parents, though they enjoyed tickling him, never did it for more than ten seconds, because they knew just how torturous it was for the boy. "H... how long will you t... tickle me for?" "Hmmm, how about, three or four hours, give or take?" "WHAT?! Oh God, please don't tickle me, I'm begging you, *please* don't tickle me! Anything but that!" "Sorry, Jamie, but you're in for a long night." *** Gavin couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Jamie, as he gazed down at the scared, helpless expression emanating from the ginger boy. With his face disguised the way it was, he probably *did* look as terrifying as the seven-year-old was making him out to be. _Poor kid._ The teen took a couple of steps towards the bed, standing next to the right-hand-side of Jamie's hip. "Now then," keeping his creepy voice changer enabled, "how about we start with a quick little test?" With his eyes glued to the slim tummy nervously breathing in and out, Gavin reached out his right hand and poked in Jamie's swirled belly button, teasing it for a few seconds. He felt the boy's tummy flutter and jiggle, and heard Jamie lightly snigger. "Hehehehaha stooop pleeeeeaseee hahahaha," the red-haired boy giggled and pleaded. But Gavin was having none of it. "We've only just started! Besides, you responded to that test perfectly, so it would be a shame to stop now." Gavin pressed on with gently prodding Jamie's belly button for a good minute or so, soaking in the soft, buttery smooth piece of skin. He felt Jamie twitch slightly under his fingertip, the boy continuing his gentle giggles. After a while, the teen cranked up the tickling and swished his fingertips just below Jamie's belly button, a couple of centimetres each side. The seven-year-old became more agitated, his giggles transforming into more audible laughter as he tugged at the restraints with all of his might. But they wouldn't budge. "HahahAHAHAHA NONONOOOOO AHHAHA STOOOP," he begged. "'No stop'?" Does that mean you *don't* want me to stop? Very well then!" cackled Gavin, as he increased the tempo of his tickling fingers, opting to slide his hand from one side of Jamie's tummy to the other. The skinny body danced in response, fidgeting rapidly from side to side as the boy's defenceless lower tummy was tormented from every side. Gavin switched to cascading his hand all around Jamie's torso, feeling along the lengths of the flanks and the skinny ribs, as well as the convulsing tummy. Jamie's fidgeting increased even more, his body jumping as if it had just received an electric shock every time Gavin dug into the boy's sides. His laughter was almost at full volume, with the poor boy struggling to get more than a couple of words in. "Nawww, is someone a little tickly?" _Teasing a boy like this while he's helpless to stop the tickling is the icing on the cake, the way he's squirming and laughing is so adorable!_ "HAHAHHAAH PLEAAASSSEE HAHAHA I'M HAHAHHAAH." "What's that? Could you repeat yourself?" "STOOOOP AHAHAHHAHAA," he yelled while laughing hysterically. "OK, OK, I'll stop... with the tummy tickles, for now. Those armpits look nice and yummy!" Jamie's eyes shot open in fear. "Oh God, please don't goAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH," he screeched as Gavin's hands burrowed into his armpits, the teen now straddling over the boy. Focusing on the hairless, slightly sweaty underarms, Gavin unleashed a furious wave of tickles, hastily flickering his fingers all around the sensitive hollows. He gazed in awe as Jamie shot his head back and exploded in laughter, not even managing to get a single word in now. _Poor boy, can't do anything else but laugh his heart out._ *** Jamie was in a world of ticklish agony. Every ounce of energy was used up in his constant stream of laughter, as well as squirming about on the bed as much as possible in an effort to dodge the tickles. The little tyke was almost certain that if his armpits were tickled for much longer, his head would explode. _Oh no, how long does this have to go on for. I hate this!_ He shook his head about, tugged his arms down as much as he could, but it was all for nothing. The monster did not stop tormenting his overly sensitive underarms. "HAHAHAHHA... HAHAHA...," Jamie laughed and laughed, occasionally losing his voice and succumbing to silent laughter. The boy had lost all sense of time; his entire world consisted of nothing but relentless tickling hands burrowing into his smooth armpits, sending waves of agony and forced laughter through his head and body. Just when he thought his poor underarms couldn't take any more, he felt the hands of the monster descend down his sides and onto his tummy. "HAHAHAHhaha huhhahAHHAHAHA," he yelled, coughing in the middle of his laughter. If Jamie's underarms were super sensitive, his tummy was *ultra* sensitive. The second he felt the monster's fingertips dance on his slim lower section, Jamie yelped and bounced as much as he could, his body going crazy from the vibrant sensations swimming through his tummy. Shutting his eyes and going buck daft with laughter, the seven-year-old could do nothing but take the relentless tickles. He felt the monster squeeze and prod his lower flanks, teasing the sensitive sides and sending shudders up the length of Jamie's torso. He also felt spidering fingertips all around the centre of his tummy, dragging themselves around the sensitive V-line and skirting down close to Jamie's upper thighs. All of this put the boy's sensations into overload, his body gyrating up and down and his laughter getting more hoarse and hysterical. _If this goes on for much longer I might die. Oh please make it stop!_ *** As much as Gavin loved the lush, smooth tummy that belonged to his victim, he wanted to utilise more of his invention. Slowing down the tickles to a simple circular caress of Jamie's tummy, he looked down upon the panting, red-faced boy. _Matching his ginger hair, how wonderful!_ "Having fun, Jamie?" "F... fun? You... think this is fun?!" he stuttered in between huge gasps, still recovering from the mega tickle session. "That was horrible! Please let me go, I'll do anything for you, just not this," he begged. "My sweet boy," Gavin said in a soft tone, stroking Jamie's puffy, freckle-covered cheeks and light, ginger hair. "we still have a long way to go. Would you like to meet my tickling drones?" "Your... what?" he stammered. "My tickling drones, they can explore every inch of your exposed body!" _Your *beautiful* exposed body. Jamie had been in such a panic from the tickles that he had barely acknowledged that he had been stripped naked. Now that it had been fully brought to his attention, however, it added an extra layer of worry for him. "My body... aaaaahhhh, but why. Oh God, what did you do to my pyjamas?!" "Did it take you that long to notice? Besides, missing pyjamas are the least of your worries, bud. Time to meet my flying tickle feathers!" With the press of another button on his sleeves, Gavin released a dozen or so small, white and fluffy feathers, floating towards the bottom end of the bed. "We haven't done any tickling anywhere on your lower half, so let's fix that!" The feather drones were controlled by Gavin's mind, connected wirelessly through his glasses, and the teen initially commanded them to fly towards Jamie's feet. Until now, Gavin had largely ignored Jamie's feet, but he certainly had a nice pair. A little below average size for his age, slim, smooth arches, small bubble toes twitching nervously in anticipation. The teen commanded for one of the feathers to brush in between the balls of Jamie's right foot and the toes, and the feather did just that. "HehehahahAAHAHA," the boy giggled, scrunching his toes to minimise the effect of the tickles. "Now, I won't be having any of that, boy!" Gavin stated firmly, and released ten flying black strings from his sleeves. Each string wrapped one end of itself around one of Jamie's toes and the other end around the corresponding leg, pulling his toes back and stretching out the ticklish feet. With that, a feather on each foot began tickling along the backs and in between Jamie's toes, focusing on short, swift brushes on the small, sensitive bubble toes. Jamie found this area to be unexpectedly sensitive, and burst out in fits of giggles as the feathers explored his toes. "Oh my God stooOOOPPP AAHAHHAHA," he shrieked, trying and failing to kick his legs free. The leg kicking increased as both sets of toes were tickled by an additional feather, with the rest of the feathers taking turns to slide up and down the sides and bottoms of Jamie's feet. From his arches to his soles, the seven-year-old's sensitive feet were tickled and teased for several minutes, shocks of ticklish energy vibrating through the small feet and up along the dancing legs. Jamie's feet may not have been as ticklish as his tummy and armpits, but they were still proving to be a sensitive area. The bushy feathers delved into the soft, lush bottoms of the boy's feet, trawling right into the bundle of nerves and depositing more and more waves of tickles. "Awk, are your wee feet ticklish?" cooed Gavin, transfixed by the small twitching feet. "HAHAHHA PLEEEEAASSSE STOOOP." "But you're so cute when you laugh, Jamie, don't you know that? And it's time to explore more of that delicious body of yours!" About half of the feathers on Jamie's feet moved forward to his legs, and ran themselves along the length of his calves before spinning about under his kneecaps. Jamie jolted his legs up, thrashing them about as the feathers tickled his legs. The thrashing became even more pronounced as some of the feathers sneaked up along his inner thighs, tickling around the sensitive inner parts of his legs. The seven-year-old shrieked with laughter, twisting and turning as much as he could as his ticklish legs were tormented. "HAHAHHA GET THEMMMM HAHAH OFFFF MEEEEEE HAHAHHA," the boy laughed and wailed. "Sorry, no can do, my feathers are too hungry tonight!" exclaimed Gavin. The feathers on Jamie's inner thighs crept up more, brushing themselves up towards the meeting point of his legs. Now it wasn't just Jamie's feet that were getting tickled, or under his kneecaps, or his thighs, but now the feathers were gently tickling his small, uncut boy pecker. The little organ bobbed about under the bristles of the feather, and Jamie let out a distinctive yelp as he felt it right in between his legs. "HHHAHAHA GET IT OFFFFFFFFF HAHHAHAHA," the ginger boy cried with laughter, furiously trying to wriggle his legs about to shake off the feather prying at his little dick. But the feather remained, swirling itself around the soft, bouncing noodle. Gavin's eagle eyes were quick to spot that the bouncing noodle was not as soft as it was a moment ago, but instead it had grown just a fraction. And the extra growth invited the feather to brush and squeeze its way up and down the length of Jamie's dick even more, tickling every millimetre of the excited organ. The other feathers had increased the pace of their tickling; the feathers on Jamie's thighs swished back and forth on their chosen section of boy-thigh, spreading annoying ticklish tingles up through the nerves on Jamie's legs, causing them to twitch and squirm at rapid speed. The feathers on Jamie's feet were up and down the length of each foot at lightening pace, scrubbing the sensitive arches, soles and toes like crazy and sending them into overload. And Jamie certainly looked as if he was in overload, his lower half getting a ticklish treatment like never before. "Alrighty then, enough of that," announced Gavin as he retracted the feathers back into his sleeves. "I've saved the best for last." "Wha... what?" asked an exhausted, dizzy Jamie, worn out from all that aching laughter. "Time for your full-body tickle treatment!" Gavin cried with joy, and unleashed the most potent weapon in his arsenal: eight nimble tentacles, four sprouting from each sleeve, surrounding Jamie in an instant. Two of them descended onto the seven-year-old's armpits, two onto his tummy, two onto his legs and the last two onto his feet. Just when the poor redhead thought that it couldn't get any worse, the end of each tentacle spawned an array of much smaller tentacles, like a miniature Ood from one of Gavin's favourite shows, Doctor Who. "Are ya ready, boy?" "Please... no, no, NO!" Jamie pleaded. "Well, too bad, my tentacles are ready, whether you like it or not." It all hit the seven-year-old at once, several mini-explosions all happening around his body. The tentacles in his underarms jolted his senses with a massive pulse of ticklish energy, the slimy tendrils scurrying into the sensitive hollows. The tummy tentacles spread themselves out from Jamie's ribs right down to his bladder region, exploring the stretch of skin and twitching into the ultra ticklish flanks and belly button. The tentacles on the legs were all-out on Jamie's thighs, locating them as the most ticklish part of his legs, while the tendrils on the feet moved up and down with rapid strokes. Gavin kept his arms poised, and smiled at the situation; Jamie was under his complete control, his tentacles perfectly orchestrating the gyrating, cackling boy, with a body coated in sweat and a face as red as a tomato. _Oh, the way his tummy breathes and bounces in rapid succession from the tickles, the way his hips dance from side to side, the way his head bounces on the pillow as he laughs his heart out, the way his wee feet try to squirm like crazy, still bound by the strings from earlier. Oh my, he's just so wonderful!_ *** Jamie was feeling anything but wonderful at the minute. The tentacles tortured his helplessly bound body to within an inch of the ginger boy's life. The armpit and tummy tickles were the worst. Jamie constantly tugged at the restraints with his arms, almost all of his energy being drained from the never-ending teasing of the tendrils in his sensitive underarms, sending Jamie's mind into a state of overload. He could barely think about anything else, much less try to speak; all he could do was process the avalanche of tickles raining down on him, and laugh and laugh like there was no tomorrow. His tummy began to feel sore from the tentacles prodding and tickling every inch of the ticklish valley, and he felt a couple of the small tendrils at his small belly button, poking and pushing it, sending more waves of ticklishness up his spine. The torture on his legs and feet was getting too much to bear as well; Jamie never imagined that his legs would be this ticklish, but they were, and the tentacles spidering along his skinny thighs activated more ticklish sensors. _This is so annoying, stop it, STOP TICKLING ME, AAAAAAA,_ he yelled in his thoughts, hoping and praying that it would all just cease. Instead, he had all of this to contend with, plus more tendrils passing through the sensitive gaps between his toes and eliciting more feet twitching, for what seemed like hours. Finally, after doing nothing but respond with laughter all night, he broke. Jamie started shedding tears as he literally cried with laughter, coughing and spluttering in the middle of it all. The seven-year-old screamed and wailed as much as he could in between laughter, and there was no longer any energy left to tug at the restraints or even squirm about on the bed. He just lay there, laughing and crying while taking the constant tickles, a few small tears dripping down his cheeks. This felt like hell to him, the worst thing that could ever have happened to him. His mind was just a mush from all the tickles and he could do nothing but wait until his worst nightmare was over. But, as it turned out, he did not even need to wait for that, as he felt his mind drifting out as he lost all sense of feeling. *** Gavin found the unfolding of events rather spectacular; he gazed at his victim as Jamie transitioned from loud hysterical laughter and violent squirming, to lying limp while being reduced to tears, to going completely out cold without the teen even giving the command for it. Slowing down the tickles and eventually retracting the tentacles, Gavin observed how Jamie was in a deep sleep, wiped out from the night of tickle torture. Staying on the safe side, the seventeen-year-old activated the sleeping particles, this time commanding them to keep Jamie in his deep sleep until morning, at which point they would silently leave his body and travel back to Gavin's place. As he unlocked the restraints, Gavin couldn't help but grin at how adorable a sleeping seven-year-old could be. _He wouldn't even notice if I started touching him!_ As much as he loved using his inventions to release as much ticklish laughter from his victims, Gavin also loved the pure feeling of using his own hands and fingers to touch a boy's body. There was just something about feeling and caressing a slim little tummy, something that nothing else could be. The noise-cancelling system and illusion wall were still in place, so Gavin had all the time he needed. Sitting himself on the left side of Jamie's bed, he took his hand and caressed the boy's slightly outie belly button and surrounding skin, feeling the exciting rush of energy flow through his hand and up his arm, causing the teen to nearly drool as he traced his fingers around the lower tummy. It felt so elastic, so creamy, so smooth; waves of heaven and pleasure were unfolding across Gavin's mind. He cupped his hand as much as he could around Jamie's waist and squeezed the tummy, pressing his fingers into the V-line. _Oh my, oh my fucking God, this tummy is priceless, this tummy is a gift from heaven, oh God._ The caressing continued, with Gavin crawling his hand from Jamie's tummy and onto the boy's little dick, still semi-hard from all the tickles. _He must be having a fun dream, and I'm sure deep down that he enjoyed that, just look at his semi-erection!_ Gavin gripped the pecker between his fingers and played with it, squirming the small noodle through his hand and feeling it press and squeeze in his grasp. As a final tribute to tickling the hell out of him, Gavin bent down and kissed Jamie's belly button, before licking and nibbling around the tummy, soaking in the small lining of warm sweat coating the seven-year-old. Gently bringing his head down even further, Gavin gave the little dick, now somewhat receding from its semi-erect position, a small kiss. Now it was really time for Gavin to leave, as he felt a stirring in his own groin region and did not want to make a mess in Jamie's bedroom. After giving the slim tummy one last rub, he put Jamie's pyjamas back on the boy, tucked him into bed, removed all of the protections put in place and teleported back to his room. *** "Morning, sunshine!" Jamie's dad announced as he entered his son's room, opening the curtains. "Daaaaaaad," Jamie complained, still half-asleep as the sunlight battered his eyes. "Come on, you need to get ready for school." Jamie pulled off his duvet, but for whatever reason he felt lethargic, as if he had just run a marathon and needed time to recover. He tried to remember exactly *what* had happened last night, but his memory was fuzzy. Something about being mercilessly tickled by a strange being with feathers and tentacles. Now that he remembered bits of it, he shuddered; _that was an awful, painful dream, and I hated it, but... I felt something else, yes, as that feather tickled my willie, I felt..._ "Are you OK, Jamie?" his dad said, snapping the boy from his lost train of thought. "Oh, um, I'm fine, just had a weird dream, nothing important." And he got ready for school and continued his day, as if nothing important had happened.