Your younger brother invited some of his uni friends over in the summer, and to your surprise you found one of them peeping through the crack in your door as you dried yourself off after a shower. Luckily for him you didn’t storm downstairs and out his behaviour in front of everyone.
Unluckily for him he was staying in the spare room in the attic, far from the other bedrooms. You crept upstairs that night, a little while after they’d all gone to bed, to find the little pervert having nodded off while watching TikToks. The peeping Tom hadn’t even changed into his pyjamas, just taken off his socks and dozed off.
With a smirk you fetched your restraints and returned, securing them to the bed and then strapping his ankles in tight. You woke him with a teasing caress of your sharp nails up his bare sole, just a fraction of your capability.
The young pervert jolted awake, instinctively fidgeting his legs and finding them stuck. “Huh?”
You carried on spidering, and his ticklishness was apparent immediately. “You scream and I tell my brother and your friends what you did. Understand?”
“NYah!” He gasped, still drowsy, panicking at the unbearable sensation on his bare foot.
“Understand?” You repeated, scribbling under his toes, which garnered a frantic reaction, and immediate submission.
“Yes! I understand, just dohohn’t!”
You scoffed. “It’s far too late for that, sweetie. I’ve already seen how ticklish and soft your feet are. I’ve always wanted to ruin a little creep who deserves it.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see anything, I prohohOHOMISE!”
You wrapped your leg around his ankle so you could use two hands to tickle the sensitive lad. “The only thing I want to hear from you is begging, sweetie. Begging, or the admission that you secretly like this.”
“Oh GOHOHOD! AhahahahahHahhHA!”
If only you knew how right you were. After you deemed the sweaty, ticklish young man duly punished - over an hour later - you loosened his bonds and went to bed. Little did you know, as he lay panting and flushed on the bed, that you left him lying in a patch of sticky wetness. The friction of the mattress, the memory of your body, and your sadistic teasing would push any horny young lad over the edge.
Had you known he was that into it, you might have given him another hour or two.
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