The little boy has a devious smile on his face, which of course you see, as he slowly wiggles his small fingers. Lowering his hand slowly to stop where it hovered right over your rock hard abs covered by a skin tight black shirt. He keeps his hand there hovering over your abs, still wiggling his fingers, filling you with suspense for when he finally does STRIKE
Finally, to your dismay, the little boy decides he’s waited long enough and DIVES RIGHT IN. You jolt, or at least you would have if you could move, as you feel the boy use his small yet fast and firm hand on your defined abs. The small hand quickly squeezing your sides, poking your belling button, dipping into it every now and then, and prodding your rib cage.
You were sent into hysterical madness, screaming out in ticklish agony, flailing your arms and legs, your chest heaving up and down from your loud laughter. At least that’s what you wanted to do, but in reality your tall muscular body stayed still in the same position. The best you could really do is occasionally flex your abs and let out a small giggle. This did very little to help though as it only enticed your young attacker even more, tempting him into an excited fury on your torso.
Even though you hadn’t moved an inch your body felt like it was running marathon, the ticklish sensations were intensified by your sense of helplessness and inability to predict the small child’s next move. Your body quivered as the little boy used just one hand to DESTROY you abdomen. Squeezing hard here and there, squeezing softly somewhere else. Using his nails to scratch through the thin, tight fabric that gave you little protection. Wiggling his fingers in and out of your navel the best that he could, and this was all with just one of his small hands.
The effect of the pills were still going strong, leaving you completely vulnerable. Although your body couldn’t move, it could still produce sweat, and oh boy did you sweat. Your hair was matted to your forehead by sweat, stains began to form in your shirt at your armpits and in between your large, muscular pecs. Not to mention your abs, which the little boy seemed be obsessed with as he went to town on them, were DRENCHED. The thin black fabric sticking even tighter to your torso than before, displaying your impressive eight pack.
The little boy noticed this and decided that he’d give you a second to relax, well kinda. He had stopped the annihilation of your abdomen and decided to instead lightly trace your hypnotic eight pack with his small fingers, not once stopping the ticklish feelings. He stared at you in awe as he circled around your big muscles, occasionally giving them a squeeze or a quick scratch. To have gotten to seen such a large and handsome hero who he quickly developed an admiration for was a dream come true for the boy, but then to get to tickle said hero to his hearts content, now that was a fantasy which he loved. Unfortunately for you this state of vulnerability and intense tummy tickles, WAS A NIGHTMARE.
For the first time since he had found your paralyzed body, his face came into your view and he spoke to you.
“I can’t wait to have more fun with you!!” The little boy said while having a big, genuine smile of pure happiness on his adorable little face. You realize that this was the first time you had really seen the young boy and the first he had said anything. Unless you count giggling while sending you into hysterics as saying something.
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