Tickle Prison Pt 1

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"Where ... where am I?" ...

The sound of tires against solid concrete hums in the ears of young man, Johnny Doe. Refusing to tell his real name to the authorities, the name "Johnny Doe" was issued to subject #208.

"Mom ... Dad." Johnny murmured his light blue eyes slightly glazed from his hours of sleeping prior to his awakening. "Their fine." Spoke a voice to his right. Johnny turned his head, his eyes instantly growing wide. Who he was seeing brought a chill down his spine. A large muscular man wearing a white scrub and a tight latex smiley-face mask sat to his right. His expression unknown as Johnny could only stare in tense and genuine fear. "The agreement was made. As of three hours ago your parents are fully recovered from the crash they had suffered."The man said, his voice was muffled yet the black eyes of the smiley-face on his mask stared directly at Johnny almost intensely.

Johnny looked around some more, he was sitting in a moving truck, no ... a prison truck. What was weird though was the type of furnishing. Flowers were painted on the walls, smiley face carpeting lined the floor in a silly pattern. Where on earth was he going. He looked at himself and saw he was still wearing the same clothes he remembered he was dressed in. A red shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. His hands were chained to the bench he sat in with fuzzy restraints, upon tugging them the man to his right almost seemed to lean slightly closer. It seemed smart not to move too much.

Just then the truck stopped, Johnny jerked slightly forward when he saw the back doors swing open the light of the outside shining brightly. "Time to go." The man said, and without waiting for a response he removed the restraints and lifted Johnny up. "H-hey I can walk! Hey!" Johnny whined out though despite his claims his legs did feel pretty limp. "Protocol, your to be brought to the orientation room immediately for testing." The man said, continuing to carry Johnny down a hallway.

The young man's head buzzed with questions. Where was he? The memory had completely escaped him, whatever he agreed to must have just faded away on the long trip but as he looked around he felt frozen in place. A large sign in front of him said, "WELCOME! TO THE TICKLING PRISON" Johnny senses jolted back as he felt himself shrinking into his carriers hold, almost hoping to avoid the doors they were approaching almost quite fast. "Welcome, number 208." The man said, and the doors swung open. Where he entered was a yellow room, a wooden floor shimmered against the above fluorescent lights.A metal box-like object sat on the ground, behind it a soft-looking cushion. Gently Johnny was placed on the cushion and the man walked out. The doors closing and a snapping sound confirming he was locked in.

Silence set in for about a minute before the room began to hum, childish music faint from unknown speakers. Johnny continued to get his surrounding when he saw a banner saying "Welcome!" hung along the wall. A screen hung behind him blank at the moment. He felt his arms instinctively wrap around each other. "Welcome, to orientation, right now we will begin testing to see how ticklish you are, as well as providing you with your necessary prison uniform. Note, any current clothing will be removed during this process. There won't be any acceptations!" A voice rang from all sides. Johnny felt his face began to turn pink as he felt himself heavily blush. Without warning he felt his legs being pulled inside the box, blinking a few times his arms soon were jerked above his head, a metallic pole then rising from the ground as his arms soon were bound behind his head. "N-now hold on! Wait! Can I get a minute to process this! W-wait!" Johnny stuttered uncontrollably he just knew he wasn't going to enjoy this, knowing full well of how ticklish he was.

"May the testing begin!~♥"

Metallic arms with white-gloved hands rose out of the metallic box as well as he felt his feet coming out from the opposite side. It was stocks! The hands wiggled their fingers as the slowly moved towards his feet, unlacing his shoes and sliding them off, as they did this two more hands began to life the shoes over to a nearby trashcan, a clunking sound followed. Johnny felt the cool air against his socked feet, he cringed. "Level 1"

The hands darted onto his feet scribbling against his socked soles almost scanning to see where he'd laugh the hardest. The minute they touched him Johnny felt laughter burst from his lips. "Bahahahaaaahaaahaaa! STOP Ahahahahahaha!" His body jerked forward and he felt himself trying to pull his legs out of the box with no avail. The hand danced on his arches working it's way closer against the balls of his feet. "Gehhehet Awawahaeheheaay!! Ah-ahahahaha!!" His feet tried to move away but no matter where he moved them the hands would just follow in sync as though he weren't moving at all. When the hands reached his socked toes he could feel them digging away his body jerked forward, head swinging back and forth as he felt his face grow hot, eyes closed shot as laughter continued to pour out. "NO Ahahahahhahaha!! no more!! Stahahahahap!"

"Level 2~"

"Wahahat?!"

Much to his horror two more hands rose from the metal stocks, his eyes shot open as he saw the familiar wiggling fingers moving slowly, this time toward his upper body. Meanwhile at his feet he felt his left sock being stripped of his foot and the other being slid halfway off. When he felt his left foot fully exposed he cried out once the fingers continued their torment on his feet, on his barefoot he could feel the fingers sliding against his foot teasingly while the other foot was being tickled against the heel. If it wasn't enough the hands at his upper body began slowly kneading his sides, raising his laughter incredibly. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OFF!!! STAHAHAHAP IT STOP STOP!!!" Tears began to form as he felt his toes wiggling and his upper body jerking against the hands. "NO MORE!! PLehehehese no more!!"

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An hour passes, and a buzzing sound echoes Johnny's feet are completely bare, each toe tied back. Toothbrushes with bristles danced on his arches as well as his toes, gliding smoothly as they'd already been oiled up. His shirt laid on the floor, evidently torn off his body. The lights seemed allot more dim than at the beginning. Breaks were given to ensure accurate results Johnny's face was deep shade of pink, tears stained and continuously streaming down from his eyes. Approximately six arms worked on his upper body, two at his pits,two at his sides, and two at his tummy.During one of the breaks his pants had come off keeping him in smiley-face boxers provided by the prison itself. Hands stroked his thighs and underneath his knees. Laughter still plentiful Johnny screamed at the top of his lungs, twitching helplessly underneath the tormenting machine.

"Level 46"

The brushes at his feet receded and in their place what looked like long pink tentacles sprung from the box, were they ... tongues? They sure felt like it as whatever the tentacle-like appendages began slithering against his bare soles, whipping upward against his arches and slithering in between his toes. After what feels like forever Johnny finally feels himself shatter as they began tickling him in a completely indescribable way.

"I CAHAHAHAHAHANT IM DAHAHAHAHAHANE I-I AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHaha --"

The room goes black.

"Test Completed!"

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"Congratulations Subject #207, you are currently the only inmate with high ticklish sensitivity on majority of your body! We will now transfer you to your room."

An unconscious Johnny was released from the device that had tormented him enough for the day. His body twitched every now and again but he was soon without even aware dressed fully in prison-approved clothing, consisting of a white tee accompanied by a smiley-face, a pair of sized jeans, and cotton socks. His body limp Johnny continued to dream as he was carried away into his room.

That morning, or whatever time it was in this place, Johnny fluttered his eyes open, touching his eyes he felt the wet tears still there, his breathing felt hot, but calm. The mattress he was in was at least was comfortable. "Mmmn ... finally over ..." He said, covering his eyes with his hands. Taking a deep breath he sighed, uncovering his eyes he met a pair of golden ones staring back at him. "Ah!" He jerked back but paused when he saw it was someone else, an inmate probably.

"Oh sorry!" A squeak responded, wait ... was he on top of him? Johnny sat up a bit and saw the other person was indeed another boy, probably his age, roughly around 18, but his youthful face disguised this. When he looked up a little more he spotted odd fuzzy looking ears on top this guy's head. They looked like ... fox ears? It was long before he felt something brush against his legs and low and behold a tail! He was a fox! Johnny felt his mouth drop a bit. "Uhhh. Hi." He spoke quietly, still not sure who this person was. The fox boy smiled, "Hi, I'm Aiden, guess they finally decided to drop a room mate on me out of the blue. Though with the current position I uh, guess it's kinda ironic." Aiden said, grinning after catching the awkward moment. "Johnny." He responded, a nervous smile on his face as he sat up fully, Aiden scootching farther back on the bed. Looking around Johnny saw there were two beds in a medium sized room, it looked kinda like just a regular bedroom, almost a hotel room even, guess they like pampering their inmates here, assuming their situation must be pretty special circumstances.

"Well nice to meetcha Johnny, guess we'll be living together from now on." Aiden grinned again tilting his head and twitching his ears. Johnny had to admit the guy was pretty cute looking, maybe it was the ears, or the tail, ... or everything. Extending a hand Johnny put on a genuine smile, a friend in this place sure wouldn't be a bad thing. "Nice to meet you too."Johnny spoke. Aiden looked at the hand and blinked. "Oh, of course." Though instead of a handshake Aiden grabbed Johnny's arm and tugged him forward planting one right on the lips. Eyes growing wide Johnny felt himself quickly scoot back farther a dumbstruck look on his face. The two stared at each other, Aiden still smiling like nothing had happened. Was it just his idea of a formality? Yeah, had to be, like the uhh french or something, he was a fox, he couldn't assume he'd know what a handshake was.

"Well. Johnny, c'mon I'm gonna show you around the place. Better you have me around, don't want to get yanked away in a place like this." Aiden said jumping off the bed. It was at this point Johnny noticed he was wearing the same uniform as Aiden, only Aiden wasn't wearing any socks. Again must have something with having some animal-qualities. Sighing Johnny got up, "Alright."

--To be Continued--