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thebest-medicine · 14 days

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Day 17: Interrogation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

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A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song.

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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”

“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”

“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”

“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?”

Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting.

He stayed silent.

Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.”

She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit.

“Now then.”

“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost.

It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade.

And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.

Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head.

“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling.

Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”

Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter.

Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.

“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!”

“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?”

“Neihihihin, plehease!”

“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.”

“Nohohohoho!”

“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate.

Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection.

Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.”

A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t.

“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip.

Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump.

Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.

“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers.

Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked.

A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?”

“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily.

Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped.

“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology.

“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.”

“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”

“So it’s not a tickle spell?”

Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.”

“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?”

Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter.

“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.

Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.

Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation.

He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”

Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.

“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.”

Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.

“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”

“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.”

“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?”

Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.”

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not-so-shy-lee-chu · 3 months

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As a matter of fantasy, let's say you'd get to design your own tickle hell that you'd get to stay for a day. What kind of element would you want there?

Oh let's think about this

First of all I'd want a handsome, sexy incubus or incubi to torture me and feed off of my arousal and laughter. The type of person that would bully me and mess with my head relentlessly!

Than I guess I'd want the ability (or the curse) to not being able to die, and never feel hungry or thisty. It's a hell afterall, it should be a forever torment

I'd want to be restained in every position possible, the most exposing ones, being trapped in walls, mummified. Tied in fancy bondage too.

The incubi should be torturing me with tickling, edging, itching torture, orgasm torture and so on. They or he would be tying me up to their (or his) desires and make me scream, moan and go insane... But it would actually never be possible since the hell would keep healing me again and again to start the torture and break me all over again.

I'd also want the incubi to take care of me after the torture, or prepare me to the next one, I can't decide. I both love sweet and sadistic and mean and cruel type of lers. I do want both at different times. Sometimes I want to be treated like a pathetic slut who never gets mercy and actually gets taken advantage of and tortured worse and worse, it keeps increasing and I eventually break, I have no escape. And on the other hand I also love sweet sadistic lers which is like, I can't take their torture but they flirt, love on me, kiss me and pamper me later, make me take anything they give me even if I can't.

But I guess the first option suits this theme much better 🤔

So I think that's it! thanks for the ask! (I hate that I can feel my clit throbbing as I write through this...)

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xsunnysoftx · 2 years

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My friends on discord gave me an idea for a tickle interrogation and I instantly needed fo draw it and this idea hasnt left my mind. I friggin love my sona //////

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bansheeboyy · 22 days

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The provocation:

The consequence:

#mason mount #tickling #maletickling #tickletorture #barefoot guys #tickle interrogation #male tickling #male foot #m/m tickling #m/m #fm/m tickling #f/m tickling

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creativechallenges · 9 days

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Any thoughts on what's about to happen?

Send a private message if you want to see more.

#male tickling #tickling #ticklish #m/m tickling #myfriendsfeet #male foot tickling #tickle interrogation

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al-911 · 1 year

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It's OK, darling. I did warn you, EVERYONE talks eventually. You put up a good fight, but it was inevitable.

Now you sit there and cool off for a minute. Then we'll begin your punishment for being so stubborn.

#tickling #tickletorture #ticklish #tickles #tied up #tickle kink #soles #tickle #tickle interrogation #interrogated #interrogation

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alinatk · 1 month

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Breaking Down Holland (A Dark Shade of Magic Tickle Fanfic)

Fandom: A Dark Shade of Magic (V E Schwab) Characters: Kell Maresh | Holland Vosijk Summary: Red London is in chaos, everyone is fighting to purge evil, and more than ever the Antari are needed. Even though he doesn't trust Holland, Kell needs his power and will use a somewhat unusual means to convince him to help.

(The picture doesn't belong to me, It's just a reference)

"You told me once" Kell said "that you were either the master or the slave of magic. So which of the two is it now?"

"That's what you don't understand" said Holland "I was always just the slave".

"Holland" Kell sighed. "It's chaos outside, we're losing so all help is welcome. It's the least you can do after all, help us have a little hope"

"Hope for you and your London" Holland didn't change his tone but the harshness was clear. "I just want to stay here and sink into the void, now leave me"

"No" Kell came closer. "You will help, even if I have to make you"

"Go ahead" Holland leaned his head against the wall. "I've felt a lot of pain, I don't care anymore"

"As much as part of me really wants to hurt you, I won't" Kell controlled his chains, so that Holland went to the ground. "I thought of something else"

"And even?!" Holland didn't show it but he was a little surprised. He was sitting on the floor and felt the chains wrap around his wrists and ankles and anchor themselves to the floor. "Well, at least this way is more comfortable"

"Makes it easier for me too" Kell sat down in front of his feet and began to remove his boots and socks.

"What are you.." Holland couldn't hide the confusion in his expression.

"You are so used to painful touches, but what about softer ones? Have you felt them?" Kell asked, with an amused expression on his face.

"I don't know where you're going with this, I just..." He stopped talking and stiffened when he felt Kell's finger run over his sole.

"Oh, what was that?" Kell scoffed and repeated the movement, seeing Holland try to pull his foot back. "Looks like you're sensitive".

"Tickle me? You can't be serious" Holland tried but failed to hide the uneasiness in his voice. "I thought you had more urgent things to deal with"

"I really do, but I need your help and you don't want to collaborate" Kell ran his index finger up and down Holland's right sole. "So I'm going to convince him"

"S-Stop it" Holland's breathing became shorter as he tried to keep the smile away from his lips.

"I wasn't too sure this was going to work" Kell used all five fingers now, fingering him. "But it's really impressive how these light touches affect someone as serious and cold as you"

"L-Leave me alohohohone" Holland couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, feeling how Kell's fingers ran from the heel to the base of his fingers. "ahahahahahaha stop!"

"Of course, as soon as you decide to help me" Kell used both hands now, one on each sole, increasing the intensity of the touches. "I don't want to take you in chains or have to watch you all the time"

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha shit" Holland was caught completely off guard by this, he didn't even remember the last time he felt something like this. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!" He reacted more abruptly when Kell focused on his arches and toes.

"Oh, what an interesting reaction, is that a good spot?" Kell dug harder into his arches, reaching the bottom of his fingers and diving between them.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DAMN YOU" Holland exploded and despite his effort to keep his fingers suppressed, he couldn't stop Kell from having access to those sensitive areas. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THAT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"You know, you look so much better this way" Kell watched as a blush appeared on Holland's pale cheeks as his feet swayed and his body flexed in response to his movements.

Holland didn't know how to deal with it, he was supposed to be able to free himself but the tickling made him even weaker, it wasn't like he was going to win a fight with Kell in that state either. He kneaded his soles thinking it would help lessen the sensations but it just required more effort and feeling Kell's fingers traveling and exploring every sensitive spot on his feet was disconcerting, after all, he never realized how sensitive he was.

Kell continued like this for a few more moments before pausing. He rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, watching as Holland caught his breath and resumed his posture.

"Are you done with this nonsense?" Holland tried to face him but he was still recovering. His face had gained a little color, his hair was disheveled and his breathing was labored.

"No, but that seemed a little intense for you, I wanted to let you breathe before continuing, I'm not going to take it easy" Kell rummaged through his coat pockets and took out a long, stiff quill.

"Then that's it?" Holland said with disdain.

"Yeah, I'm curious to see how you'll react" And with that said, Kell began to stroke the feather along Holland's left sole.

"A-Ah!" Holland's breathing hitched the moment the feather made contact with his sole and as much as he tried to convince himself that it wasn't that bad, he quickly realized how wrong he was. "aaahahahahaha"

Kell was pleased that this method was also effective, noticing how Holland pursed his lips as he tried to contain his laughter. "Is a single feather enough to break you?! How curious"

"S-Shuhuhuhuhuht up" Holland bit his lip trying to stifle his laughter as he wriggled his foot away. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT!" He screamed when Kell began to pass it between his toes.

"I told you I wouldn't take it easy" He smiled, satisfied. "You can end this whenever you want" Kell moved the feather along the base of Holland's toes, alternating between dipping between them and taking his time as he sawed each of the sensitive spaces.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO KELL STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" Holland closed his eyes tightly, shaking his head.

"Not yet? Let me be more convincing" And he used his free hand to scribble his fingers on Holland's other sole, combining the methods.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP" He wasn't going to last long.

"Begging won't help" Kell dug firmly into her arches with his fingers. "As much as I'm amazed to hear"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OK, OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY" He screamed.

"Ok what?"

"I'LL HELP YOU, I'LL HELP HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAT" Holland finally gave in and Kell stopped.

"You made this difficult, but I'm glad you agreed" Kell moved the chains to free him.

Holland stayed there for a few moments before retracting his legs and standing up. "And what makes you trust me?"

"I don't trust, but I could very well throw you here again and maybe tell the king about it and ask for a public "punishment" for you, with special participation from everyone who wants to have fun with you" Kell looked at him with a slight smile on the lips.

"Y-You wouldn't dare..."

"So we understand" Kell held his arm and led him out of the cell. "Let's go, we leave early tomorrow"

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themightyticklefan · 1 year

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Having been a loving fan of tickling...I have come to a conclusion...tickle videos are kinda boring.

They are all the same. A girl or guy is tied into various positions and tickled, sometimes to orgasm. They are all so samey and repeative.

I guess that is why my love of desperation tickles, interrogation tickles and public tickles has grown so much and so fast.

The thought of someone having to take the tickling because they are trying to stay silent or hold onto information or not be discovered is was hotter for me. It added a layer of danger that is so attractive to me.

Anyone else feels the same?

#tickle community #tickling #ticklish #tickle #tickle desperation #tickle interrogation #public tickling

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bansheeboyy · 13 days

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Ironfoot Origins

"Come on, freshman. You lost the bet. Shoes and socks off. Now."

"But-"

"No fucking 'buts', fresh meat. You joined the game, that means you're in on the bet. Kappa brother with the dick closest to 6 inches hard get's the piss tickled out of him by the rest. Yours was exactly 6, brother."

"Okay, okay, but I'm really fucking ticklish! Like my feet are crazy sensitive. A-and I'm not sure I was fully hard when you measured!"

"You were plenty hard, fresh meat. Fellas it sounds to me like Mr Limp Dick here is tryna weasel his way outta the bet. We're gonna have to do this the hard way. Get him!"

"Please guys, have mercy! I mean it, I'm really fucking ticklish! You don't understand!"

"Oh I understand plenty, brother, I'd fucking hate to be in your shoes right now. Or...lack of shoes, I guess. But all this whining is just making us wanna tickle you more, man. Now fellas. You know the rules. Nobody leaves this room until fresh meat pisses himself. No holding back. No mercy. Capeesh?"

"Yep."

"Understood."

"Got it."

"Comprendo."

"Excellent. Me and Ryan have his little tootsies here. You three get the torso. Let us begin. Three. Two."

"Please no! Have mercy!"

"One. GO!"

"NO! NOahahahahahahaahagahahagahhahagampmpp ahhaahahahaapahahahahahaha! Mehehehehehercy! Meheheheehercy! Pahahahahahehahahhephhhhhpahpahahaha!"

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"Hmm. I'm impressed, fresh meat. 47 minutes 38 seconds till piss-down. Not too shabby. And you were right about your feet. Jesus. Sorry about that. Let him up, lads."

"You did good, man."

"Yeah, you were great, bro. I couldn't have lasted that long I don't think."

"...Thanks. I guess."

"For this I say fresh meat needs a new nickname. How about....Ironfoot."

"Ironfoot. Kinda cool."

"Fuck yeah. Feet that ticklish and still didn't break for that long? Ironfoot it is."

"Come on, Ironfoot. Let's get you a beer. And a water. And a towel."

#tickling #maletickling #tickletorture #barefoot guys #tickle interrogation #male tickling #male foot #m/m tickling #m/m #frat bro #frat boy #fraternity #frat guy #frat boys #jock #cocky

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