/tkr/ - Tickling Refuge

>>1128

why does this nigga sue over fetish art xD

>>1132

Not sure but he might bitch about it in this thread.

Off-Topic, does anyone have any of bebob4999's sketchbooks?

>>1832

No problem.

>>1861

You are a god

>>1865

Just contributing.

Does anyone have the full version of this? I've never found this anywhere

>>1873

https://8kun.top/tkr/res/180.html#649

>>2041

That's the full picture.

Anyone have his full stories from the patreon?

>>2434

You want his yiff some of it is there or is there a specific story you're looking?

>>2496

Anything, really. Those two with the fat rat sound fun.

>>2497

Anyone got this?

>>2506

Missy Mouse: Still Stuck

Evan stayed there for the evening. Trapped with his dick penetrated threw his own wall while the cruel little mouse mistress carried out frustratingly teasing attacks that he couldn’t even see. Oh god though, could he feel it.

Missy would trace her tail down his aching member and Evan’s body would cringe. When She would lazily pepper kisses all over his sorry balls he’d cry out. Merely her body fur brushing against his nerves alone was enough to leave him in tears as the curvy rodent continuously climbed all over him.

He was never allowed to cum though. It didn’t matter what agonizingly ticklish sensation she would torment him with, she’d always stopped right before he would achieve any true pleasure.

As time went on, and the sun set and the humbled “home owner” noticed he could actually hear his own thoughts. The tickling was fewer and far between. He could focus. Maybe she had finally grown tired and scurried off?

Just then he felt something fuzzy softly caress his purple cock head and Evan jumped like he’d been stabbed. After all the teasing something that horribly soft felt too good for him to hold back. It wiggled and swirled, hitting all the right spots to make the poor boy even start thrusting into the wall itself. Just when Evan felt himself reaching that point of no return the sensation would leave and kept him denied.

He could hear giggling from inside the wall as the tickling returned as quickly as it left. It was too late for his lost orgasm though. The furry menace was going faster this time. It sweetly manipulated his cock all over again. It was like Evan was getting more sensitive as his denial grew. The tickling was back in full force, all he could do now was bang against the wall pleadingly. Oh god just let him cum once please!

BANG! BANG! BANG! His pounding was enough to shake the foundation, but it wasn’t enough to persuade any respite from the suffering.

For all his efforts though he was only given once answer. A low and husky “Well hello there big boy…~”

Next he heard Missy’s voice.

“Told you he was pathetic..”

>>2524

Thanks!

I also wasn't aware of the yiff archive pages, so now I have a copy of most of his stories.

>>2532

Just go on yiff.party and type of his name.

>>2534

>*steal so emotionally unstable freaks like himself ragequit on us.

Not saying stealing this shit is inherently wrong mind you (plenty of these artist charge way too much), just saying that for some of the more mentally unhinged ones, maybe it’s better to play the game so they don’t have a breakdown and stop doing content we like out of spite.

>>2544

Hmm you're not exactly wrong about that sometimes it is better to play it safe.

>>2590

Oh, hell yeah. Thanks a lot, buddy; I was dying to see this one.

>>3021

Thank you so much

>>3308

You are a god.

Birds of Prey story.

Huntress’s heels could be heard echoing throughout the halls of the abandoned cotton candy factory. A tip says that newly escaped Harley Quinn has been using it as her hideout till The Joker can get free.

Fortunately the police were made aware and the clown was put into solitary confinement while things get cleaned up. With the main threat put away all that’s left is to round up Quinn.

Out of her Bird sisters Huntress drew the short straw of who was going to do this kind of busy work. Ah well. She could use a day off.

The place stunk like sugar an rust. She knew these loons liked to stay in theme but this was just overkill. The sooner little Ms. Clown Princess gets got, the sooner she could pack it in. She swore that she was going to twist this bitch inside out for making her com here.

Huntress stopped when she head something in a room fall, giggles followed not long after. Purple clad villain rolled her eyes and just causally leant outside the door.

“You going to come out anytime soon Quinn?”

Shockingly there was an answer.

“Sorry, mom said I wasn’t suppose to talk to stranger. I don’t trust anyone I got to Wiki.”

Huntresses’ expression drastically changed from the shocking burn. Did she just imply she’s a nobody??

“You little…”

Huntress busted open the door, wood flew every. Harley ducked and covered quickly as the heroin stood at the door with her hands on her lovely hips.

“Anything else to say laughing girl?”

Huntress clicked her way inside. She KNEW Harley was in here, why is she being so damn difficult. She started to check around, this room must be some twisted closet. There were dozens of manikins wearing the same Harley Quinn attire. From the corner of her eye she could see red and black moving.

Huntress slowly inches towards where she saw Quinn. She moved past manikin after manikin as slow as possible.

“Maaaaarko….”

Suddenly from behind Quinn stepped out from the mankind, two by four in hand. She raised hit above her head”

“POLO!!~”

Huntress was truck in the back of the head. Lights out.

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>>4806

Huntress struggles in her bonds. She was secured tightly to an x frame bondage device in a room only eliminated by a single dangling ceiling light.

Harley stood there pouting at her feet as she started to remove her long purple boots.

“Thanks a lot Hunt-BITCH. Ya made my door look as badly chipped as your shoulder! How am I suppose to make this place nice and tidy for puddin if you crazy brauds just bust on in?!?! Also! No shoes in the house! This ain’t a barn!”

Harley chucked Huntresses boots over her head as her captive hero just scoffed.

“Oh yea so freakin sorry. What do you want? Me to get you few paintings, liven up the place??”

Harley’s eyebrows raised as she grinned. She looked at the purple hero’s smooth feet and got an amazing idea.

“Say Hunny, that’s not a bad idea… ya know I always had a thing for body art. You ever model?~”

Huntress’s eyes widened as her face glowed a bit under her mask. The hell is this girl on???

“What are you getting at?…..”

“Mmm lets take off this dinky armor…”

Huntress protested the entire time as articles of clothing were removed one after another by the mischievous clown. The sexy jester didn’t stop until ALL of her captives’s skin was exposed and on display for her pleasure. By the time Quinn was done, huntress only had her mask.

“YOU FREAK! PUT MY STUFF BACK ON NOW!”

Huntress screamed, then screamed louder as Harley sternly grabbed her supple breasts. She pinched and tweaked each nipple in her fingers.

“U-uurgghhh HEY! YOU FREAKIN PERV!”

“Oh perk up purple stuff. I’m just checking out my canvas. And oh MAMA, this is one HELL of thing to work with. Your SO soft and smooth.~”

Harley tickled her flustered prisoner’s tits with her index fingers. Huntress had no choice but to moan, struggle, but worse of all she let out a small giggle. That’s all it took, one small giggle. Harley’s face turned to a knowing expression as she leaned in close to Huntress, head rested in her hands.

“Say, Hunny bunny, you wouldn’t happen to be TICKLISH would ya?”

Quinn didn’t take her eyes off her prisoner as she gave the normal responses. “No.” “Shut up.” “Why would you ask that?” The normal guff. Only one thing caught Harley’s attention. A holy cross neckless worn around Huntress neck.

“I get it now!!! No wonder you’re such a prude! You’re scared the big man upstairs will be upset with you having some fun!”

Huntress was taken back. She was getting annoyed at how little sense she was making. She didn’t want her touching her causes she’s catholic???? SOMEONE GET HER OUT OF THIS HELL!

“WHAT?! The hell are you talking about you crazy WITCH!”

Harley raised the cross to Huntress’s eyes like a lawyer bringing forth the case winning evidence.

“This changes everything Hun! I can’t play with you here if your waiting for Jesus!…. damn…. ok, plan B then.”

Harley skipped off into the darkness.

Plan B? What’s plan B? What the fuck was plan A? Huntress struggled for dear life, hoping to get free before her captor returned. To no avail sadly. Harley came back as quickly as she left, container in hand.

She took up a seat at Huntress’s feet and opened her case. She took out one little brush and dipped it into some red paint. Hun started to panic, hearing a lot but feeling nothing.

“What are you doing? I can’t see you, WHAT are you doing!?”

“Oh calm your feathers I’m just getting the paint ready. I might not be able to paint that hot bod of yourself but their ain’t no rule in The Book that said feet are off limits. Now hold still!”

“FEET? WAIT WHAT?! QUINN IF YOU TOUCH ME I SWEAR TO FUCK IM GONNA HAHA! AHAH! IM GONNA AHAAHHAHAAHA! STOP IT YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

>>1861

Poor Aithlin didn't mean to walk in on the female ork tribe's bathing, honest. It was those damn fairies again, playing on him.

After the adorable elf boy was able to finally escape the clutched of the bird wizard he was able to make his way back to the path to continue on his adventure.He felt good. Like he survived the worse of it and nothing could stop him now!… Pfff

Aithlin didn't get far though before running his old friends the fairies, the same ones who got him stuck in that quick sand only nights ago.. They fake apologized for the games they played and torments they put him through and were hoping to make it up to him.

"We probably sent you on quite the detour, didn't we elf boy? Well I'll let you in on a little secret! If you go past those bushes you'll find a short cut that will put you ahead of schedule! hehe!"

The hot elf's eyes lit up! Of course he fell for their crap again. Poor Aithlin just never learns. A point that was made painfully clear as he ripped the bush away to reveal, not the path, but an entire tribe of ork women bathing at a water fall.

They all stared at him with anger and mischief, it was then the fairies pushed him in and watched as he was man handled and tickled by all of them. ~

Magic Forrest 2 Wicked

Anthony woke up with a water droplet hitting his nose. He went to wipe it off, but noticed his arms were stretched above his head, tied to the oddly shaped slab of stone he was apparently forced to call his seat. It kept him hunched over, his slightly sagged chest sagging further do the the position, hell he was almost pushed against his knees. It was almost like he was sitting it a pit fall, his knees at neck level as his bound feet lay off the corner.

“Hello?…. HELLLLOOOOOOOO????”

His voice shouted back to him, reverberating off the dark, damp walls. He looked around for something to use but it was pointless. Once again the beautiful Anthony was bound up tight. Just him and the dark, cold dungeon, the only source of light was the window high above him shining down

… DUNGEON??? What in worlds happened? Life’s been rough lately but nothing RULE breaking happened???

“Please there must be some mistake! There were some fairies and things got out of hand and-“

Anthony stopped when he heard something. He heard… snorting? Snorting and roaring. Pions! It all came back to him now. The sand, the nails, the HORRIBLE tickling, then blackness. Those beasts kidnapped him!

Confirming the handsome blond’s fears a huge ogre like pig with a lions main barged threw the prison door on his right. His footstomps filled the room as he got closer. Every stomp made Anthony tighten up just a little bit more. His face scrunched up as the Pions snout got just a little bit too close to and took a biiiig sniff.

Anthony silently pleaded with the beast, finally finding the courage to speak now that the Pion moved away to his face and walked around him. The handsome prisoner kept his head down, he’d rather eat broken glass then look this thing in the eye.

“Please… please don’t eat me Mr. Pig sir.. I-I taste bad. Like REALLY bad! I- i EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

The young man’s pleas were cut short as he felt the sharp wisps of air caress as the Pion sniffed his foot. Anthony struggled in his bounds, trying his damndest to pull his foot away.

“NO NO NO AHAHAHAHAHAH! MR. PION PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHSE!”

The Pion did stop but only to begin running his blunt pointed nails all over Anthony’s feet. He began at the heel and skittered up to the toes. When the brute was done with that he really dug his index finger right to the center of the arch. Anthony started wheezing right away as the finger kept digging to an almost buzzing like degree.

“OH GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHD NOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHHAHA! NO NO NPEEHENEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHSE!!!! SOMEONE HELP MEEEHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE!!!!”

Gods up above must have been listening because someone DID come to help. Another Pion, probably the other one who tickled him before, stomping into the room as Anthony laughed himself insane. To the laughing boy’s horror he then took a seat by his tribesmen and began to tickle his other foot.

They both used the same technique, but not at the same time. While the one at the left was “buzzing” the middle of Anthony’s arch, the one at the right would be skittering his nails from the bottom to the top. It was a hellish experience and do to the delay he wasn’t able to adjust to it. He threw his head wildly and helplessly tried to move his feet away, but he was more trapped then ever before and the tickling was starting to drive him mental.

The Pions elbowed each other and laughed as the pathetic prisoner squirmed at their slightest touch. They were going to make a killing off this one! Sadistic royals and chiefs alike would pay great money to have a pretty looking play toy.

Little did Anthony know that he was simply being tested for when he would be sold for a fortune and tickle teased by the delicate hands of a king, or maybe a kinky aristocrat with a knack for feathers, perhaps a rich house wench with a mean streak as long as her nails? If he had even the slightest idea of what these two Pions had planned for him, he would try to let out more begs then giggles.

“HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NO NO NO NO NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHY! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEEEHEHEHEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!! PLEASE!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAAHH!!”

>>4828

The two of them stopped and faced one another, looking for one to give the answer to that very question. They both shrugged and simultaneously buzzed their nails in the middle of his foot for a good ten minutes. They watched and laughed as the pathetic tickle toy looked up to the ceiling and scream out in ticklish agony.

The three of their laughs echoed threw out the dungeon, the Pions only stopping when they spotted a forth guest. Anthony’s raging hard on JUST peaking out where the two could see it. They smiled dastardly knowing they can get twice as much for him now. The only last matter to tend to is seeing just how much this beautiful young man can take. The tougher the toy, the higher the price. It was then they made eye contact with the boys big, puffy nipples… and smiled.

“Wh-wha…. o-oh no.. NO!….. please….”

But that didn’t stop the two ogre like brutes. They left their respective feet and started to come towards him. Fingers wiggling…..

———————

“STOP STOP STOP STOP STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAH! Oh god… o-oh god….. no no no no no no nOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! STOP THE SPINNING PLEASE! NO MORE NO MORE!”

It took them a bit. But the two Pions found his nipples, remembering how well they worked in the forrest, and that’s where the real testing began. They wanted to REALLY see just how much punishment this little thing could take.

Both Pions claimed a nipple and did what they wished with it. The one on the left pinched it with his claws and slightly pulled. He pulled it left, right, up, down. Sometimes he would mix it up. Up, down, up, down, left,down, right, up. It was like he was putting in his own little cheat code that would make Anthony suffer the most. And suffer he did. When he was done using the sensitive top as his own control pad he just kept flicking his finger against it rapidly. Anthony’s eyes were rolled back in his head as he felt the never ending company of the Pions meaty finger.

The pion at his right was more of a cool customer. He only used one hand to torment and the other to grab a paw full of his victim’s hair, forcing the lad to witness the suffering for himself. The pion skillfully used his thick index finger and rotated it round and around. He ran it against the puffed edges where his nipple began. Sometimes he would go clockwise, then counter clockwise. At random points he would turn it to a spiral till he hit the nub center. At which point Anthony’s body would jolt as if he was being shocked back to life. After the pion would just drag his claw back out and continue rimming his nipple. He never changed his pace or his force. Just a endless, hopeless, titillating tickling for the beautiful blonde victim.

As they continued they counted on just how many orgasm their little golden egg had. They clocked it in at about 3. There was the one he had only after 5 minutes of starting. Oh there was that one around minute 17 where he started squirting when the left pion rapidly pulled his nipple from right to left, right to left. EVERY time the right pion spiraled his nail to the middle of his nipple and simulated the very tip (those always made the two of them laugh). Oh the one around minute 21 where he shot in his own face when they both pinched him at the same time. And including all the ones he would have after a good 10 minutes.

“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GA.. GA.. GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!! OOOOOOOOOHHH FUCK!”

Oh another one! How grand! That makes 2 and a half!

Anthony laughed, came, and cried what felt like the entire night away. But he swore, before he passed out… he could see something out that one window up top. It felt like eyes… watching him. And then dark.

——————

“Hahaha…haha…o-oh hohoahaha…”

Anthony felt feathers delicately tweaking around his sides and hips. They grazed up and down his hyper ticklish flesh, getting higher with each decent down his slim form.

“Yessss, that’s it…. tickle tickle tickle..”

“Hahaha… hahahahaahahaha…. hehe….Noooooaahahahah…”

They rose higher and higher each time till the feathers were toying all around his stiffening nipples, never touching them till A lone feather started to drag itself up to the hard nob tip.

“There you gooooooo…. coochie coochie cooooooo… come to papa nipple boy..”

“Aaahhhaa… aahaa.. n-no.”

“Yes.”

Just then Anthony felt all the feathers gather around his huge ticklish nipples and begin to play. Each feather was able to find a place to lick as they swarmed around.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHA! NOO!”

“Not until you cum….Tickle tickle tickleeee…”

Anthony couldn’t take it anymore and to his shock his body buckled away from the feathers. The beautiful young man shot over on his tummy and felt the soft grass against his skin. Fresh grass? Now that he thought about it he felt sunshine on his back too! His innocent blue eyes opened, and just as suspected, he was out of the pion dungeon!

“I’m free??? IM FREE!!!”

“So I take it you’r NOT dead? Well that’s cause great-“

Anthony turned and saw what could only be described as another monster, rattling on about nothing to himself. This one though didn’t look anywhere near as intimidating. No where near as tall, his hunch made it so his head was at about Anthony’s shoulder. It kind looked like a old vulture, given the buzzard face and LONG beard. He had feather hands but not wings per say…. his limbs were a bit elongated, not to mentioned he seemed to be caring a giant decrepit turtle shell of sorts on his back. Atop his head though was the one thing that made Anthony feel calm. His hat, old yes but the shape was definitely sign of a master wizard! The young boy dropped to his knees.

“By the gods! You…. saved me!.”

“Not to mention how much my back hurts and-……”

The old cadger blinked in shock.

“Saved???”

“I-I was trapped in the pion prison and you saved me! Oh by the gods again, thank you so much!”

Anthony shook the hand of the buzzard as the old thing just stared at him.

“Say my boy…. would you categorize yourself as ‘not too bright’??”

>>4830

“I don’t…”

“Oh.”

“BUT other people do!!”

“WELL THEN OF COURSE YOUNG ONE! ALL IN A GREAT WIZARDS WORK!! It would be a sin not to help someone with such… ahem, amazing features…”

The old bird licked his beak then waisted no time in laying it on as thick as possible. In a nano second he went from 0 to 100 on the helplessly old man scale.

“COUGH COUGH!!!! But you see young one…. the battle was… TOO much for these old bones…. COUUUUGH COUGH!!!!… in gratitude for SAVIN YOUR LIFE would you help this poor bird find the way back to his house???…………………..cough cough?”

Anthony’s eyes sparked with compassion and determination.

“OF COURSE! Anything for you sir! What do I call you?”

“Izward my boy!”

“Ok Izwa-“

“Isward the GREAT and powerful!”

“No problem Izward the gr-“

“-expert in all things magical and mystical!”

“….. ok then, Izward the great and powerful, expert in-“

“Friends call me Izzy!!”

“OK THEN! Izzy!”

The feathered old coot then screamed. His long neck convulsing every which way.

“THATS IZWARD THE GREAT AND POWERFUL, EXPERT IN ALL THINGS MAGICAL AND MYSTICAL TO YOU WIPPER SNAPPER!!! I swear back in my days damsels in destress had the common curtesy to -“

Anthony just followed as Izward began to head east, still complaining at the top of his lungs. He didn’t stop the WHOLE way there. Eventually the handsome young man was able to find some cloths to cover up his nude body.

———————

During the night’s Anthony would have weird… explicit dreams. He didn’t see anything though, he only felt them. The feathers. They always came to him in his sleep.

They would play agonizingly with his sensitive chest, tickling everything they possibly could. He could even swear he felt groping! He’d beg in his sleep but the voice that always accompany the feathers would tell him the same thing.

“Not until you cum. Cum for me. Cum for me with nipple boy.”

And he could swear every time he could feel himself on the edge. He would always wake up before it happened though. Then he’d just sit there in the tent, as Izward snored as loud as possible.

Anthony didn’t pay it any mind though. Though as he went back to sleep he swore he heard laughing from Izwards side…. then the feathers returned…

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It took days. DAYS of hiking, camping, and listening to Izward’s VERY extreme views on how elves shouldn’t be considered as people.

“Back in my day they were more like property, AND THINGS WERE BETTER FOR IT! AND ANOTHER THING- oh we’re here!”

Anthony dropped to the floor in thanks once again. This time though he was thanking the gods that this old wizard detour has come to and end. No more listening about old times. No more whining about how things are expensive. He could almost start crying! Instead he picked himself up and went to give his savior one last thank you before setting off again on his quest.

Normally Anthony has the patients of a saint, but these dreams have been slowly taking their toll on him. Every night was a fight for his orgasm, a fight he would always win, but at the expense of some really horrible blue balls.

>>4831

“Izard sir. Thanks again for saving me from those Pions. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.

The buzzard smiled and patted the young man’s back.

“Oh please, helping others is it’s own reward!…… though..”

“Though?…”

“Well sonny, if you REALLY wanted square things up, you could help me with a little magic potion I’ve been cooking.”

“Really? You need MY help to make a potion??? Golly what could you need from me?”

“Oooooh something only a handsome thing like you could give me….. A little thing called ‘the essence of innocence’. Shouldn’t need more then a drop!”

Anthony thought about it for a moment. Just a drop of innocence? What could that even mean. Either way this man…bird, turtle thing saved his life! The least he could do was this last weird thing.

“Odd, but ok! I’ll help you get the materials for your spell thing!”

“WOW it really is easy with you kid. Ok! Step on in!”

The wizard opened the door to his house, it was really messy. Old books were scattered everywhere and a big space was taken up by a huge cauldron. He then heard the door close behind him. And then the click of the lock

“Izward?”

“Now hurry up and disrobe!”

Anthony blushed a little. Disrobe? Why?

“A-are you sur- AH!”

Izward flicked a feathered finger and Anthony’s cloths flew off him by themselves. He fell on the floor, hurting his head. He heard Izward chuckling.

“Kekeke. You know, it all would have been easier if you just gave me what I wanted from the start… nipple boy.”

Anthony’s eyes opened as he began to understand everything!

“YOU!”

“…duh..”

Izward snapped his finger and licked his beak. He was also tired of this trip and ready for his “reward”.

——————-

“HAAHHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAH!!!!!”

Anthony shrieked his lungs out as he hovered over the messy wizard’s floor. No matter how he twisted or turned the magic feathers swarming around him always found his nipples. Each and every kiss found it’s mark all over the young man’s pathetically sensitive chest. One after another making the blond swoon with hysterical titillation.

Izward remained grounded, twirling his feathered fingers in the air as if orchestrating them.

“That’s it boy that’s it! Don’t hold back! You must be all backed up from our nights together. Tickle tickle!“

“AHAHAHAHAH DONT SAY THAT!!!”

“TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!!!”

The wizard put his hands together like he was clutching something, then frantically wiggled his fingers all about. As it happened the feathers all flew straight for Anthony’s cock, all of them dancing their fluffy ends around and around his sensitive flesh!

“Hahaha! Thats it! Feel like popping yet you resistant little thing??”

Anthony’s eyes rolled up in the back of his head, the stimulation assaulting his brain all at once. The feathers never stopped or slowed, once again he was at the mercy of a tickling fiend with none to offer. He hovered down till he was in front of Izward, still wiggling his fingers.

“Hehehaaa….hhheeheheUUURRGHH! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!!?”

“Simple my boy! Your essence, I need it! So hurry up! Oh! Do you mean tickling you? Also simple. Cause I can!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA ILL GIVE IT ILL GIVE IT JUST TAKE IIIIHIHIHIGHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!”

“Oh don’t worry boy. I plan on it. Every last drop to be exact! HAHA!”

>>4832

Anthony eyes widened as he saw the wizard’s hands rase. With them, his beard rose too and started to swirl itself around the ever so desperate tip. How could he be so stupid! He wanted his cum! This evil wizard wasn’t any different then then the Pions! But he was in some ways. God he made it all tickle so bad. The stimulation ran rampent all over his lower nerves but it still wasn’t enough. Anthony just wasn’t able to cum!

——————-

It had been 2 hours. Anthony’s cock was a pathetic shade of red. No matter how much feathers and magic this wizard threw at him it was never enough. And the blonde was trying his hardest! He wanted it to be over as soon as possible but he only hit the edge again and again.

“So you held out this log? Figures. Kids you days, always stubborn…. well the game ends here sonny!”

Over and over Anthony pleaded that he was tying his best. But his best wasn’t good enough sadly. It was time to get MEAN. Izward said another spell and from magical portals the attractive young man’s four limbs were seized and restricted buy tentacle like beards. They held Anthony taut, he couldn’t budge a single inch as he looked up at the ceiling, all while Izward chanted another spell. Above Anthony clouds started to form. Storm clouds. Anthony’s eyes went wide again as he saw the electricity coming off the clouds.

“W-what are you doing???”

“Heh heh heh… tickle tickle young one….~”

Without warning a shot of lightning ripped from the clouds and onto the tops of Anthony’s huge puffy nipples.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Every nerve and the sexy blonds body ignited. Cum shot from his clock like a pistol. The feeling was indescribably hellish. To some it up with one would. It tickled. It tickled so fucking much!

“YES YES! I knew you couldn’t resist! ALL YOUR ESSENCE IS MINE!! LAUGH SILLY BOY LAUGH!”

And Anthony did. He laughed with the dumbest look on his face as his brain tried as hard as it could not to be overloaded by the pleasure. His organs kept going and going, building on itself till it couldn’t be taken anymore. But he had to take it.

“HEY! What are you blind? YOU MISSED THE POT!!! Well just have to do it again….”

“NOOOOOO NOOO PLEASE! NO MORE!!! NO MORE!!! NOOO!”

“THEN DONT MISS THE POT THIS TIME NIPPLE BOY! ZAP ZAP ZAP!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

———————

Minutes past. Maybe about five, then Izward decided the lad had suffered enough. He had more then enough for a lifetime of spells. So he wiggles his fingers and said the spell and then… nothing. Well no something happened. More beards appeared and began to tickle both of Antony’s feet and cock while the cloud split in two. Now there was a cloud on each nipple, both of them just as strong.

“Oops….. Ok I might have said that one wrong. What was the words again….. Urgh let me check my books.”

The old bird rushes to his shelves. Sadly though Izward moves at a snails pace, good with magic not with speed it seemed. Meanwhile Anthony’s hell was truly beginning. The lightning licked and zapped it’s way all over both of Anthony’s huge boy tits, making the first round seem like child’s play. As Izward read at a pace even a turtle would make comments about, the young man was left to suffer.

“HAHHAAHAHAHAH NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAH I CANT CUM ANY MOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHRE!!! NOT MY NIPPLES PLEASE!! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And suffer he did. Sadly enough the clouds and beard didn’t care much for Anthony’s feelings on the matter. All the did was tickle. Tickle tickle tickle. All the while Izward made the horrifying realization that the book he needed wasn’t even here…..

Most Wanted: Sample (*/*)

Dear Mr. Tease,

I bet you think your pretty cute huh? Flashing those feet around for anyone to see? For me to see. Very naughty indeed…

We’ll unfortunately for you, I do find you very cute. Me and a few others. I think I’ll take you as a matter of fact. No doubt you need to be controlled with behavior like this, kept in check… Broken.~

Look at all these pictures of those precious soles. So many poses, to be quite honest with you I’m a bit obsessed. This is exactly what I’m talking about. Do you know what kind of attention you’ll get like this? Horribly fiendish tickle attention. The kind that’ll leave you panting hopelessly on a bed with a hard cock and tied toes, begging for any kind of relief your mean captors would give you. If they were to give you any that is.

Poor boy. I’m looking at your profile right now. So easy to find… So this is the cutie who’s been having all sorts of fun teasing us with his feet? Oh my!<3 You sure do love the beach! Look at that body of yours! Just beautiful. Mmm looks like things are even worse then I thought.

Not to be rude dear, but you look really easy to break. I can already see the tears roll down your handsome face as you beg to make the tickling stop. Can you imagine it as well? Me just sitting there at the foot of the bed, just tracing my lovely nails up and down your poor soles? Delicately scratching the arches of your foot. Maybe if I tickle hard enough I’ll get to see that sexy body thrash around. You want to show it off to me don’t you? Or do you only want to do that when you think your safe from me? Oh you’re just so mean aren’t you.~

Oh gosh I can just see it so clearly, can’t you? My beautiful face staring back at you while you just beg me, someone you’ve never met to just STOP the tickling. Just for a little bit. Oh god your feet will be so spent. Do you know what I’ll say to you then my naughty little tease?

“Tickle tickle tickle.~”

>>4841

"Are your feet still tired my love? Please, allow your king to treat them.~" Tem cooed, his fingers beginning to wiggle against the tender arches of his trusted up slave. Delicately, his pointer fingers traced down to the instep of Kid's poor feet and then back up again. He continued the motion over and over again at a maddeningly sensual pace. Every zip of his nails making his poor "vases" head title farther back in ticklish agony. The feminine looking king only leaned in closer, his pouting lips were mere inches away from Kid's ear, whispering tauntingly.

"Coochie coochie coo my lovely little vase. You are without a doubt the greatest treasure in my collection. The way your body sways from my touch, even while bound, is absolutely intoxicating. You will forever be my property. You will entertain me each day with your seductively sensitive body. You will be mine, my ticklish little slave. Mine for all eternity, and now there is no escape!"

Kid's cheeks were flush as Tem's words swirled around their mind like a lustful cocktail. It didn't help that the more the royal spoke, the faster those horrible fingers would got. Now he was firmly scratching at the creamy bottom's of their perfect feet, which made tears stream down their beautiful face. Kid couldn't resist the tantalizing treatment and laughed endlessly into their gag.

>>4842

"That's it my sweet sweet treasure. Even while gagged your laughter is music to my ears. Won't you fill your new home with the sounds of your beautiful laugh. Don't make your King beg. Tickle tickle tickle. Coochie coochie coo. Your King demands more. More of your beautiful music!" Tem's fingers tickled faster as he continued. Soon it felt like the king's hands were everywhere at once.

Kid tried to keep control over themselves, but it was pointless. The tickling sensations were having their way with their body, the lust building up inside him. Soon the femboy could feel himself getting hard, their throbbing penis becoming more and more evident which each moment passing, Until it was harder then any diamond.

"Oh my! Is this what I do to you my sweet little slave? My word it looks so desperate." Tem, faking sympathy, finally stopped his tickling assault, now completely distracted by the hard cock of his slave. "It looks so angry my love, so…. needy.." The king breathed as he traced a single finger down the length of it, making Kid's eyes roll back in his head.

"It wouldn't take much effort at all to tent to this unsightly thing, until you were in utter pleasure. To borrow a phrase, I am awfully good as 'tending. Hmhmhmmm." The king said thoughtfully as his finger traced up again, now resting at the glistening tip of Kid's tool. "Is that what you want slave? For me to satisfy you into bliss?" He tickled the ridges of the tip just for emphasis.

"MFFFFFFFF! MFF! MMMFFFFFF!" Kid moaned from behind their gag.

>>4843

The king only stepped back with a smile on his face. "No. You will suffer like you made me suffer. Even more so." Tem clapped his hands and suddenly the doors to the room opened, soon filling with people. Guards and slaves alike all welding the most intimidating of feathers.

Kid's eyes went wide as the tickling mob came right for them. Within seconds the poor slave-boy's world was filled with only the sweetest tingles of the hellish utensils. They were everywhere! Maddeningly tantalizing every last bit of their nerves to the amusement of everybody.

Feathers licked at their yearning balls. Dusted at their leaking tip. Sawed between Kid's helpless toes. Teased horribly against their long arches. It was hell, and there was no pity. The crowd laughed in lustful amusement as they all did their best to tickle every inch of the helpless femboy.

The feathers brought the poor ones body to the shearing edge of pleasure, but no further. All Kid could do was buck and struggle for the amusement of the crowd, and the King who watched on in evil delight. He walked up to Kid, Placing a hand under their chin to look into their eyes.

"Torture, isn't my fair slave?~"

"MMMMFMFMFMFMFFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMFMFMMFMFMFMFFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMFMMFFFMFFFFFFMMMMFMFMFMFMMF!!!!!" Kid laughed franticly behind their gag. It was too much! it was all too much!!

>>4844

"Doesn't it feel wonderful my sweet? The pleasure is overwhelming, no? Ahh yes, I see the tears welling up in your eyes. You're so happy. And I'll make you this happy every day my sweet fair slave. You'll suffer this fate day after day until I feel you've learned your lesson. Only then will take you as my own. My one and only, for all of time." The King got closer, pulling the toe ring out of the pocket of his robe. Tem then lovingly kissed Kid's right foot while tenderly sliding the ring on their big toe.

"Till death do us part my sensitive little darling.~"

Kid's mind flushed with thought of life like this. Tickled without a hope of escape or orgasm, it was too much. His anxiety grew and as it did so to did the light from the ring itself. The crowd stated stepping back as lightening zapped from the slave's feet and in a flash the King's new tickle toy was gone.

--—

Kid once more felt as if they were falling through time itself, until they landed with a thud on the cold hard wood floor and wrinkled cloths. The satin vail slowly floated down after them, draping over their outstretched cock. Once it landed at the tip it was as if a fire hose went off. Gush after gush of Kid's surrender poured out from his tortured organ until that feeling alone was enough to render him completely spent.

>>4845

"AAH! AAH! OH FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Kid streaked as another wave of pleasure washed over them, crashing like a monster wave on an unsuspecting shore. After minutes of a pleasure filled hazed they looked around and discovered they were back and the changing room, now dirty once more by their own hand.

"I'm back? I'M BACK! Oh gosh I've never been so happy to have to clean this place up!" Kid ripped the ring from his toe and tossed it to the side. It was then Kid heard a voice in the store, they weren't alone. It was the voice of their manager.

"Kid?? Kid?? You're in so much trouble for leaving your post. You're in for the performance review of your life little mister!" Her voice bellowed off the walls making the femboy's skin turned white. Quickly they tried to look for the ring, hopefully it would bounce him anywhere else but here.

does anyone have that caterpie from DBZ tickle pic?

>>5054

Seconding this request

>>1118

anyone have any alternatives to yiff.party now that it is down?

>>8411

Kemono but they have a lot of bugs to iron out.

>>8436

Link to that site?

>>8445

https://kemono.party

Yiff is officially dead so is there any other site that has his work

There were problems of trying to upload the Goku picture. Here's a link to it:

https://m.vk.com/topic-42291453_39988064?offset=3540

>>11678

ty man, on a sidenote thou, was it from his patreon or somethig? I couldn't find it on his deviantart page

>>11680

You're welcome, it was inside a folder with other pics that I downloaded from a thread that I don't remember, probably in the folder sharing thread