Anthony The Captive

DISCLAIMER: This story contains absolutely no sexual content whatsoever. If that is what you seek, you are in the wrong place. With that said, enjoy the show!

Anthony merrily walked home, ready for his week-long break from school. He and his mom had come up with an exciting plan for the coming days, and he couldn’t wait for what was coming.

Basically, Anthony had said that he wanted to be held captive the whole week by his parents, frequently getting tickled out of his mind. He had also made a few… more unusual requests that raised a couple eyebrows. But his mom had acquiesced, but also said that there were going to be a few surprises along the way. Therefore, Anthony was incredibly excited.

He walked in the front door, dropping his backpack on the floor. The young brunette looked over at the hall table, and saw a bright red ballgag sitting on it. He just about squealed with excitement. That had been one of his big requests, and it seemed his mom had decided to honor it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Anthony saw a note taped to the wall. He walked over and plucked it off to read: “Nighty night!” Anthony heard a hiss, and looked up to see a small nozzle poking out of the wall. Fatigue immediately overcame him and he sank to the floor, smiling. Clearly, this was one of the surprises his mom had told him about.

Jane came down the stairs to see her son out cold on the floor of the foyer. She smiled to herself and scooped him into her arms, walking out to the car. She and her husband had rented a cabin for the week, another nice surprise for Anthony. It was a couple hours away, but the gas she had administered would keep her little prisoner out for more than enough time.

She laid Anthony across the backseat, putting a blanket over him and a pillow under his head. They drove off, with the all-too-willing tickle prisoner out cold and unaware of what lay before him.

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Anthony blinked, and opened his eyes. He was outside, but it wasn’t his backyard. He looked was looking up at a canopy of trees, with the rays of the sun just poking through. The young boy attempted to rub his eyes, but his arms couldn’t move. Anthony also felt an odd pressure on his tummy, and he lifted his head to look at the rest of his body.

The ten-year-old was bound spread-eagle, his wrists and ankles tied to four stakes planted firmly in the ground. His shirt was gone, and he was now dressed in nothing but a pair of short athletic shorts, like the ones runners wore. The pressure on his midriff came from his mom’s foot, who looked like a hunter posing with a prize buck.

“I see my little prisoner is awake!” Jane proclaimed, making Anthony giggle. She knew Anthony loved this feeling of helplessness, but for some reason, he had always enjoyed the feeling of someone’s foot on his belly. Neither of them really understood it, he just liked it.

Jane now knelt down next to Anthony, whose token wiggling made her smile. “Come on, sweetie.” she said. “Your dad tied those knots. There’s no way you’re getting out.” Anthony stuck out his tongue and continued wiggling.

“Now, do you remember the rules we made last night?” Jane inquired. Anthony nodded. They were pretty much the same rules as always; he would be shirtless at all times unless he absolutely needed one, some part of him would be tied at all times, and the safe word was “apples.” If Anthony ever said that, his imprisonment would end at once. But he had no intention to cry apples at any point during the next week.

“I think this belly needs some tickles.” Jane said, curling her hands into claws and setting them on Anthony’s tummy. “Wouldn’t you agree, dear?” she asked her husband, who was sitting in a lounge chair a few yards away. He nodded and gave a thumbs-up, smiling at his captive son. Jane started poking at the chubby little tummy, and Anthony giggled like mad. “Ah, I love this belly.” Jane teased. “And now it’s all mine!”

“Ohohohohoho nohohohohohohooooo!” Anthony cried playfully, squirming in his restrictive bonds. His mom was an expert tummy tickler, as both he and his best friend Ben could attest. Last weekend, Ben had slept over at his house, and after an absurd series of events, they both ended up tied to kitchen chairs while Jane tickled their tummies. She didn’t stop for what felt like an eternity, and drove both little boys crazy.

Now Jane was wisping a feather over his tummy, which induced adorable bubbling giggles that brought a smile to his parents’ face. Anthony loved feather tickles; he always had. Ever since he was a little baby when his mom would tickle his toes every night at bedtime with a feather. She still did that a fair amount, and he still adored it. But his tummy was somehow even more ticklish that his toes, and the bubbly giggles that were spilling from his lips just encouraged more coochies.

Those were now provided by an electric toothbrush all over his tummy and ribs. Then, his dad came over and began to blow raspberries on his bellybutton. The double-teaming drove Anthony up the wall, and he was now squeaking like a mouse.

The tickles went on for an hour, by the end of which Anthony was a giggly mess. Jane undid the knots around his wrists and ankles, and Anthony just lay sprawled out on the ground, still laughing quietly. Jane picked him up and hugged him, shaking him around like a ragdoll. “OK, kiddo. We’ve got a pretty big surprise for you. Now turn around and cross your wrists behind your back. Don’t forget those rules!”

Anthony giggled and complied, giddy with excitement as his wrists were bound once more. He was marched into the cabin, and heard an odd whirring noise. The sound intensified as they walked down a hallway, and when they reached the source, the little boy’s jaw just about went through the floor.

A large, clear basin stood in the room, and it was filled to the brim with feathers. They all seemed to be shifting around and vibrating, which Anthony assessed would create quite a ticklish experience. His mom untied his hands, and guided him to lie on the ground.

“Surprise!” Jane said as she now fixed a rope around his ankles. “We managed to find something that might just surprise you, and it wasn’t very expensive either.” Anthony’s dad pressed a button, and Anthony was winched into the air feet-first.

The mechanism slowly guided him over to the large tub, and Anthony giggled with nervous excitement. He had never seen anything like this before, and was curious as to how it would feel. The machine slowly started to lower him in, and Anthony’s giggles only increased. His belly muscles were twitching and juddering, which his mom found incredibly cute. He then squealed as the mechanism released and he dropped into the feathers.

It was the most ticklish sensation he had ever felt. He had sunk to around the middle, and was surrounded on all sides by feathers. His ankles were still tied together, and he was desperately trying to undo the knot. Unfortunately, the tickles ravaging his body prevented him from reaching his bound feet.

His squealing laughs rang out through the room, making his parents smile. Jane had stumbled across this place a while back while hunting for a future vacation, and had immediately recognized how much Anthony would love it. It seemed as though she was right.

The feathers were wreaking havoc all over Anthony’s near-bare body, but were really driving him crazy by attacking his navel, belly, and armpits. The tickles could be quite reasonably defined as torture, but Anthony was loving it.

Jane and her husband watched, waiting to see it Anthony would call out the safeword. But he never did. They decided to leave him in for an hour, knowing he would be exhausted, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally, Anthony’s dad hit the button to pull his son from the ticklish prison. Anthony dangled from the ceiling, a huge grin adorning his reddened face. “Enjoy yourself?” Jane said. The young brunette nodded enthusiastically as he descended.

Jane left him dangling for a little while, watching his belly bounce as he panted. His dad left the room for an unknown reason for a while, and then returned. “It’s ready!”

Anthony cocked his head. “What’s ready?” Jane smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see.” She pulled the ballgag and a length of cloth from her pocket, and Anthony squeaked with glee. “Open wide.” Jane said, a command Anthony happily followed. The gag was buckled into place, preventing Anthony from making a sound. Jane also tied the cloth around his eyes, leaving him blind, unable to speak, and amped up for whatever was coming next.

END