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no laughing matter
As simple as could be: in a moment of privacy or perhaps in the middle of a crowd, you are the unsuspecting victim of a surprise tickle attack. What will you do?
Please say whether you want to be giving or receiving, and any other relevant preferences. RNG can help as usual.
Motivation to tickle:
- Playful: It's fun, if slightly sadistic.
- Kinky: That much skin contact and writhing? And laughter?
- Sadistic: You want your victim to hate it eventually, made to laugh until they can't breathe. Or possibly be aroused by the wandering hands...
Reason to be tickled:
- Enjoyment: Some people like being tickled
- Play fight: it's mutual (or probably someone's getting the worse of it). It'll be over when someone gives up - but some people are very stubborn.
- Pinned or Restrained: You can't get away (at least not until you get your breath and strength back).
Have fun and don't laugh too hard. Or do if that's your thing.
Calypso Dynamite | OC | OTA
sawamura eijun | daiya no ace
All 3 for motivation and 1 and 3 for the reason
But Yamamoto recently discovered a new layer to his appreciation. Something not 100% pure. Turns out having a rival is amazing. A genuine laugh riot and a surefire way to improve. Not only do rivals push and encourage each other to work harder, but they get to horse around and torment each other when making good on dumb wagers!
... At least that's how things go between Yamamoto and Sawamura. Ever since the pair met at an inter-school training camp, they've been putting their dignity on the line in all sorts of contests. Mostly baseball themed ones, but sometimes they shake things up. So long as there's a winner and a loser, anything goes... and that obviously extends to the penalties.
That's why Sawamura is spending the night at Yamamoto's place instead of the dorms at his own school, and why he's bound to the bed in nothing but his underwear. Poor guy lost a batting contest thanks to one unlucky strike right at the end-- and now he's gotta go through with one hell of a penalty game. ]
My old man's gone for the whole weekend, so we've got the place all to ourselves. Feel free to laugh as loud as you want.
[ Yamamoto delivers this as an innocent little fact or two, but the glint in his eyes and the way he tightens the bonds binding Sawamura's ankles to the bed is somewhere between sinister and gleefully filthy. He's been looking forward to this all day! ]
Oh, hey! Wanna see the tickle toys I've got for you? I did some research online so I'd know what to use.
[ He flashes Sawamura a smile. Not the fierce one he wears during a game, the bright electric one that draws people in and puts them at ease in equal measure. Idly, he draws a finger down the socked-sole of his rival's right foot. ]
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Of course, Sawamura's had his own taste of victory every now and again, and has dished out punishments embarrassing enough to use as blackmail for the future. (Which Eijun would never resort to doing because he is somewhat of a gentleman.) However, Yamamoto's variation of penalties for Eijun tends to teeter over the line of decency? fairness? Such as the situation they're in right now, with Eijun being tied to a bed, alone, in a house, with Yamamoto, his baseball arch-nemesis!!!
Why oh why did Sawamura Eijun end up losing this bet? ]
Why must you say it like that—Hey, not too tight!
[ Eijun snaps as he squirms against the bed, hoping for any sort of miracle that includes Yamamoto going easy on him... Wait. Tickle toys? Holy shit, this guy means business. ]
You did some research—Haamph—!
[ Clamping his mouth shut, Eijun adamantly swallows the surprised squeal he almost let out as a burst of sensation travels up from his feet to his leg. He throws Yamamoto a withering glare. Screw this guy and his handsome face. ]
I would rather not see these toys, thank you very much! And hey, you better keep your word on the time limit. 10 minutes of tickling only, remember?!
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[ So all his rival can muster is a futile glare? Perfect! No yanking his leg out of the way means the ropework is nice and snug. He's got Eijun all trussed up with no escape in sight. Yamamoto's finger sweeps back up the vulnerable sole of that bound foot, then back down, and all the way back to the top. The way his rival's toes clench and curl whenever one single little finger hits certain spots is so damn cute! Not to mention how a skilled athlete (and secretive swordsman) on Yamamoto's level can use those tiny little twitches and squirms to pinpoint Eijun's most sensitive spots. ]
But the 10 minute time limit was your idea, Sawamura. Since when did the loser have a say in his penalty?
[ There's that damn smile again. Innocent and sinister at once, teeth gleaming like a sword poised to swoop down on a vanquished foe. Or like a metal baseball bat in the summer sun. Either of those work. Yamamoto was perfectly content to let Eijun believe the tickling session would only last ten minutes though, so he's not entirely blameless in this misunderstanding. Now the bonds are in place and it's too late to back out, he's more than happy to clear things up. ]
So yeah! It's gonna last more than 10 minutes, and we're gonna work through a whole bunch of fun toys for tickling, but I know you can handle it.
[ Yamamoto continues to talk as he gets down on the floor and pulls a cardboard box out from under his bed. 'TAKESHI'S SECRET STUFF, DO NOT LOOK' is written on the side of the box in hastily scrawled marker. That's where he keeps his dirty magazines and stuff, along with some fun toys and a couple pairs of daring underwear. More recently, it became a hiding spot for some specialised tools: a few feathers, brushes, massage oil and more. All the things a sadistic jock needs for some tickle torture. ]
Neither of us have ever backed out of a penalty before, and we're not gonna start now.
[ Easy for him to say. He's not the one on the receiving end this time. ]
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H-hey, don't be like that! The agreed time was 10 minutes! I strongly advise you not to dishonor your name like this!!
[ Maybe if he speaks more formally, Yamamoto will realize how serious Eijun is being. He's not even sure he's gonna last the whole 10 minutes! Yamamoto can't be that much of a sadist... Can he?
Shit, spoke too soon. When the box of super-secret stuff is pulled out of from under the bed, Eijun blanches. His rival really was being serious about those stupid tickle toys?! Eijun should've known this guy doesn't joke around... Not with the way he smiles, so fatally charming. ]
You know, I wouldn't hold it against you if you decided to show me some mercy.
[ He speaks as if he has some sort of leverage in this situation, when he clearly doesn't. Almost naked and tied to a bed, Eijun can't get any more vulnerable than this. ]
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[ He rubs his chin in a faux-show of consideration. It's a rare sight seeing Yamamoto lapse into what he hopes passes for a thoughtful silence. Rare and fleeting; before too long, he shakes his head. ]
Nah~ I can't go easy on my baseball rival.
[ Yamamoto makes a show of shrugging his broad shoulders, as if his hands are as tied, but he makes no effort to hide his desire to dish out some tickle torture. Hell, he can hardly tear his eyes away from Eijun's feet long enough to rummage through the contents of his secret perverted stash. They look so cute in those socks, as perfect for nuzzling his face against as they are for tickling. ]
I mean, you might start to slack off if you think I'll show you mercy next time, you know? That would suck for us both.
[ Know what? The contents of the box can wait. Teaching Eijun how screwed he is for the next however-many hours is more important than showing off a bunch of everyday items that're ideal for tickling someone to the point of tears. He really needs to realise how little control he has over his fate. Yamamoto pushes Eijun's toes back, drawing his sole taut, and strikes. He rakes his perfectly trimmed nails down Eijun's sole, savouring the friction from a sock that offers next to no protection. Then he draws his perfectly trimmed nails back up Eijun's sole. Down, back up, down, back up and down in a relentless cycle designed to drag screams of laughter from his victim. ]
Instead of making demands, lemme hear you say something else...
[ Now here's one of his favourite methods of messing with Eijun after winning a bet: making him say dumb, silly stuff. ]
Tell me you'll be a good little Tickle Slave and a Giggling Goon, haha!
so sorry for taking forever.......
Slack off? Hah! If you think I would ever slack off in baseball, then you don't know me at all.
[ It's easy to tell that Eijun's getting more and more agitated as time goes by from the way he bites out that remark with a little growl.
Before he can dish out a few more curses at his rival, Eijun's breath hitches when he feels a hand pushing at his toes. Shit, it feels like everything happens so quickly after that—he has no time to think before being consumed by the attack. Try and try as he might in holding back on his laughter, it's absolutely inevitable with the way Yamamoto drags his nails up and down expertly over his socked foot. Eijun tugs at his restraints but they don't budge at all. As he releases a string of uncontrollable laughter in the room, tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes. ]
P—p—please! Haa! Ngh—S-stop—! Stopstop!! I—I don't—Mngh—Hahahaa—No!!
[ Basically Eijun's attempt at saying, "fuck you, bastard, I'm not saying that shit!!!" ]
don't worry about it!!
You're so tough, Sawamura!
[ Tough enough to withstand the initial burst of tickle torture... almost. It eases off just then, back to up-and-down sweeping strokes over the taut sole of his captive's foot. Not that things get any easier to endure. Yamamoto continues to circle his target, his strokes growing shorter and shorter as he closes in on certain spots. Spots he knows will drive Eijun wild when they're finally exposed. But for the time being, it'll be a little easier to talk and much easier to listen. ]
You always start off so determined not to crack under the pressure. Talk about admirable, huh?
[ Yamamoto flashes that winning smile Eijun must love and hate in equal measure. His fingers focus on the balls of Eijun's foot, kneading and squeezing as if he's playing with a squeaky dog toy. Pairing genuine praise, an easy-going tone and the wicked attack on Eijun's soles, the sunny baseball idiot has no intention of showing mercy so soon. This is all part of his prize, see? ]
But you always end up saying the embarrassing things I make you say, and doing the embarrassing things I make you do...
[ Not that he hasn't paid his fair share of humiliating penalties in their back and forth competitions, but he doesn't think it's unfair to say he handles it better than Eijun. He's so cute when he's embarrassed, so embarrassed when he's cute, and so much fun to tease. Compared to him, Yamamoto can sail through most embarrassing forfeits without a second thought. ]
Hey -- 'member when I made you dance while singing a song about how much you loved to bouncy smooch butt cheeks?
[ Not only did he make Eijun play along with that, but he had the privilege of recording the whole thing. Speaking of... ]
That cool senpai of yours with the cool sports glasses got a real kick outta the video, haha!
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It's still hard for him to speak, much less concentrate when his foot is still being held captive and gently tickled by those fingers, but at least Yamamoto has eased up on his initial overwhelming attack, giving enough time for Eijun to try and catch his breath between painful bouts of restrained laughter. ]
Shut up, shut up. I-I—Haa—I don't wanna hear this. Don't wa-wanna remember—!!
[ He pants, frustration burning in his watery eyes as memories of all the embarrassing things he's done consumes his mind, while his body continues trying to fight back against the ticklish sensations around his foot as it travels up and down his leg, making him squirm against his restraints. Fuck, his wrists and ankles are starting to hurt. ]
Y-you sent that video to—Aha—hng—Miyuki Kazuya? Why would you d-do that? Ahh, that's not fair!!
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Come on, don't be selfish! I love talking when we're playing these games.
[ That's not new information. Yamamoto is a never ending flow of chat and banter whether he's the one dishing out the penalty game or the one suffering through it. Hell, getting him to shut up is near impossible. So, nah. He doesn't spare Eijun embarrassing reminders, instead rewarding his demands with an increased tickle-tempo and the occasional teasing coochie coochie coo and tickle tickle tickle! ]
There's so many other things I could remind you of, you know? Tickle tickle! Like making you wear those cute widdle footy PJs when we went shopping in Shibuya!
[ Another moment when Eijun was way too cute, all cranky and grouchy in a pair of baby-blue PJs complete with boots, mittens and a hood with floppy ears. Yamamoto still gets a kick out of the pics he took that day. And speaking of recorded evidence: ]
I shared that video with Sports Glasses-senpai 'cause I thought it'd be funny... and it was!
[ There's that devilish grin again! Yamamoto picks up the pace again, his tickling attention wandering all over the expanse of Eijun's feet. ]
Maybe I should take a little video of this, too. What do you think? How often would your teammates tickle you if they knew how much you enjoyed it?
[ Another tickle torture technique: insisting the victim must be enjoying himself on account of all the laughter. ]
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Even he wouldn't have done the same to his rival if their roles were switched. ... But there's also the fact that Eijun isn't as sadistic as Yamamoto. ]
Urghhh, I n-need a break, dammit—!! Can you just—Hahaa—Let me rest for a minute???
[ Yet again, Eijun is being bombarded with these embarrassing memories that only add to the jolting sensation in his muscles and his stomach. His legs are starting to cramp badly from how much he's been struggling against his restraints.
If only there were a way for Eijun to retaliate, for him to bring up all of the embarrassing things he's done to Yamamoto—but from being tickled so much, his mind has literally turned into mush. He can't come up with anything at the moment, too focused on breathing and trying not to give in to laughing. It's probably a good thing for Eijun that he's unable to say anything back because it could spur Yamamoto to worsen his penalty. ]
No—!! Don't you dare take a video of this!!
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How about this? I'll give you a break... if you beg me to take a video of this.
[ Yamamoto's tickling narrows focus then, fixated on just the right spots to force the "correct" response out of Eijun's forcibly-upturned lips. Not only for the sake of embarrassment, but as a wordless warning against telling him what he can and can't dare. The look on his face reflects that warning too, if Eijun has the presence of mind to notice the edge to Yamamoto's smile. His strokes are more playful though, because he needs Eijun to speak rather than gibber like an idiot. Dangling him over the edge of tickling induced madness is all too easy thanks to Yamamoto's natural skills. Even the shadiest mafia interrogators could learn a thing or two from this happy-go-lucky baseball fanatic, and plenty of tougher guys would crack under torments Yamamoto could easily laugh off. ]
Otherwise -- I'm gonna keep tickling your feet until you go nuts. Like, until you don't even know which way is up kind of nuts. I won't stop until I'm sure you've lost your mind from all the tickle-fun we're having, and then I'll tickle you even harder.
[ That would sound a whole lot more sinister coming from someone else, but Yamamoto keeps on smiling up at Eijun's goofy mid-tickle face. Or maybe that makes it extra sinister. Not like it really matters. Forcing Eijun to make the right choice - to beg for this latest defeat to be immortalised in video form - is what's important. Until Eijun comes to that choice all by himself, Yamamoto is content to trace out swirling patterns up and down the soles of Eijun's curling, flexing and twitching feet. ]
No rush, no rush... but try to make up your mind quickly, 'kay? If I'm gonna tickle you senseless, I wanna get started ASAP.
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A new set of fresh tears track down his cheeks as Eijun squeezes his eyes shut. He probably looks absolutely pathetic while laughing maniacally through his rival’s endless tickle torture. He would literally do anything else than to keep this going. He's not sure how much more he can handle. ]
Yama—Ah… Takeshi.
[ Eijun only ever calls Yamamoto by his first name when he’s really serious… ]
P-please, you… c-can take a video—Haha—of me, just please… g-gimme a break—Aha—I-I’ll do anything…
[ He pleads, red in the face yet shameless now that he’s resorting to this. Although his begging is littered with laughter that sounds like it’s being punched out of him. Every ha sounding more and more pained. ]
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[ You can take a video of me is a teeny tiny bit different from Please, Takeshi, take a video of me while I laugh myself silly like a big dumb tickle toy... but Yamamoto won't hold that against Eijun. Poor guy managed to pull himself together long enough to beg at all. That's worth a reward rather than a punishment, and so the tickling comes to a merciful stop. Yamamoto is all smiles - what else is new - in part because he loves hearing his name come from Eijun's lips. ]
You're doing great, Sawamura. [ This praise comes with a pat on the thigh -- before Yamamoto whips off those pesky socks in a couple of well practiced movements. While they didn't offer much protection before, he's sure Eijun will feel their loss pretty damn quickly. ] Nobody takes tickle torture like you. You make it so much fun, haha.
[ There's Yamamoto's overwhelmingly supportive tone at work, as if being just perfect for tickle torture is something to be proud of rather than an embarrassing secret to keep under wraps. As if it's not the kind of information that would make living in a dormitory a laughter fuelled nightmare. As if this is all a game for them both, rather than a sexually charged power trip. ]
You can have a couple minutes break. That long enough, or do you need a little more time?
[ He grabs a sports bottle filled with ice cold water and moves to the head of the bed. There's no trace of malice or sadism when he offers it to Eijun -- albeit without untying Eijun's arms and by holding the bottle to his lips, forcing him to accept a drink in the most humble way. ]
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Yamamoto is most likely aware that praise easily gets to Eijun (even under the weirdest circumstances), so when he begins running his mouth with compliment after compliment, Eijun has to bite down on his inner cheek, cutting off whatever weird sound might've come out of his mouth. His whole body is still flushed and sensitive from suffering through the tickle torture, but the redness over his face grows a touch warmer.
Ugh, Eijun kind of hates himself for reacting so easily to him. ]
A little more time would be appreciated...
[ He mumbles hoarsely, too tired to speak any louder. People would likely be surprised to find the usual boisterous Sawamura Eijun in such a state, looking so meek and wiped out from laughing too much, of all things. He's not even doing it on purpose but he does cast a pitiful look Yamamoto's way, with his big puppy eyes and pouty lips... silently hoping that this won't go on for too long.
When water is being offered to him, Eijun stretches his neck out, carefully meeting the rim of the bottle halfway. He takes long purposeful sips of the ice-cold drink, groaning softly as it helps alleviate the soreness in his throat. A few drops escape and dribble from his chin down to his neck, but even that is satisfying as it helps cool him down even further. ]
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[ That's a figure of speech. Yamamoto has no intention of letting this break drag on for too long. Letting Eijun catch his breath is important, and a worthy prize for agreeing to record what'll happen after the break, but Yamamoto doesn't want him to fully recover. That zonked by overstimulation, the way he looks drunk on laughter, is a great look for Eijun.
Call him a sadist, but Yamamoto's favourite part of tickling someone is watching them sway between reactions like a pendulum. One moment they're spitting out threats of revenge and begging for freedom, the next they've forgotten how to string words together and can only shriek with laughter. As if their brain has been hijacked and rewired, fit only to process the onslaught of signals lighting up every nerve ending.
Hitting the perfect balance between those two extremes is the ultimate high for a relatively harmless sadist. ]
Go easy on the water. We don't want you having a little accident, do we?
[ Yamamoto sets the almost empty bottle down on the floor, instantly missing the sight of Eijun's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he chugged the water. Those satisfied little noises he made were nice too. He sits down on the bed and takes in the view of his rival all bound and vulnerable. There's so many spots worth tickling. Nooks and crannies just begging for wiggling fingers to come exploring. Thank god he's got self-control or he'd pounce on Eijun and tickle whatever and wherever his fingers ended up. ]
So, wanna know what I've got planned next? The longer you keep me talking, the longer your break lasts~
[ He has to know how unfair that is. ]
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For now.
He throws a weak glare Yamamoto's way over his teasing. Still, he's somewhat thankful for the reprieve. He can feel his muscles relaxing against his strains. Although his skin around the area remains red from all the pulling. ]
What else do you have planned then?
[ He asks, very begrudgingly. At least his voice sounds less hoarse now, thanks to the water. ]
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What don't I have planned?
[ He pinches Eijun's cheeks and forces his pouty little face into a goofy smile, matching the involuntary expression with a genuine smile. Seeing Eijun smirk in the face of humiliation and discomfort brings back memories of another past penalty game. Ordering him to hold a big doofy smirk along with a double peace sign for 10 minutes - despite "distractions" like pinching, name calling, pantsing, wedging, etc. etc. etc. - seemed like a simple penalty, but Eijun wound up deeply humiliated by the end of the second minute. ]
I'm going to write a secret message on the soles of your feet, and you have to guess what I'm writing. But --
[ It'll most likely be a number, one of their names, or a baseball term. That or he'll write TICKLE ME MORE so Eijun has to yell that out. Either way, it's gonna be entertaining. Letting that idea hang in the air for a while, 'but' acting like a looming guillotine, Yamamoto heads off to the bathroom to fill up a basin with hot soapy water. With how quickly he returns to Eijun's side, it's obvious how excited he is for Eijun's break to end. This is one of the games he's been looking forward to the most. ]
-- You only have three guesses. After that, I'm gonna scrub the ink off your soles with a nice and stiff, super coarse brush and write something else.
[ While talking, and after a little bit of rummaging around, Yamamoto brings out a rather cruel looking scrubbing brush from the box of tools and toys. Then he brings out a Sharpie. A regular ol' pen would scrub off way too easily. ]
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA