#ler machine

[gameprincessanya]

Day 4: Just Because (ler Logan, lee Nico)

(cw: bondage)

Nico was at Thomas' house. With his poor insomniac boyfriend asleep on the couch next to him, Nico didn't have anyone to give him physical attention. It was noon, and he was feeling a little touch starved.

It was a good thing Logan had built a special little machine in the garage. He'd initially built it for Thomas, to get revenge on him for tickle torturing him in the mindscape.

But now Nico was in a lee mood and he was kind of desperate.

Silently getting up from the couch, Nico tip-toed past a sleeping Thomas and made his way to the garage.

Once there, he looked over the machine. It seemed to gaze back at him. He gulped. Did he really want to do this? He'd never gone behind Thomas' back before.

But the feeling in his tummy too strong. It was tickling him from the inside! It was practically torture.

He stepped into the machine and lifted his arms up. Nothing happened.

He facepalmed. He'd forgotten all about turning it on and adjusting the right settings!

Getting out, he fiddled with the machine a bit. Slowly, it came to life. Nico's face flushed. He pressed a few buttons on the keypad and got in again.

The machine summoned a few paintbrushes. Nico wiggled around.

It brushed them under his chin and in his underarms. Nico squealed and pulled his arms down. The machine stopped.

This was okay, Nico supposed. But what if he was restrained and put the power at max? Would the machine stop when he reached his limit, or would it keep going? Was he curious enough to find out?

He closed his eyes and meditated. After a while, he realized his feelings. Yes, yes he wanted this.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed a few buttons, blue, green, and yellow. His doom was just around the corner, he could feel it!

There was a voice that spoke over the intercom; Logan's.

"So," said the voice, chuckling. "You have chosen 'extreme + random + bondage.' I wish you good luck, for you will need it. Let us begin!"

Just then, a couple of mechanical arms came from the machine and pulled his wrists spread eagle high above his head. He struggled but couldn't get loose. Giggling with anticipation, he waited for the machine to work its magic.

Logan's voice from the intercom started chuckling darkly.

"Are you ready, little lee...?"

The machine used the paintbrushes to flutter at his wrists and elbows. Feathers came out to flutter at his chin, cheeks, and ears. Nico squirmed around, giggling. The machine summoned gloved mechanical hands to pinch at his knees, navel, and sides. That did it. Nico laughed hard, pulling at his bonds.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHAAAA!! PLEASE!! HAAHAHAHAHHAAA!"

The machine slowed down a bit to let him breathe. Slow tickles, it seemed were more effective against Nico. He laughed even more. The machine learned as it went, stopping to grant him a break.

As he caught his breath, Nico felt a feeling of satisfaction pool in his belly. It was working; his lee mood was being satiated!

Suddenly, Thomas entered the garage. He gasped. Seeming all too much like Logan right now, he sighed dramatically.

"Well, well, well, Nico. Look who's found my machine..."

Nico blushed and struggled even more.

"Logan, please! I'm sorry!"

"Tell me, why were you fiddling with it?"

Nico was just glad his blush wasn't easily visible on his skin tone.

"J-just because."

Logan narrowed his eyes. He walked over to the controls. Nico thought he was going to be let free. But then he looked up and saw the man's expression.

"Wrong answer, Flores."

And so, all afternoon, Nico got all the tickles he craved and could handle.

Finally, he had enough. He called out the safe word and Logan stopped the machine. He undid Nico's bonds and helped him out.

"Thanks..." Nico said.

"No problem, dear." Logan said with a smile.

"Now what?"

Logan led Nico to the kitchen and sat down on a stool. Nico sat next to him.

"How about some leftover pizza?" Logan asked.

Still winded, Nico nodded.

"Sounds good to me!"

[The End.]

[gameprincessanya]

Day 30 - Machine (Lee Roman, Patton, Virgil. Ler Massage Machine.)

(TW: foot stocks, dubcon tickles?)

Roman and Patton decided to sneak a peek inside Logan's room. There they found what looked like a foot massager! And there were three seats available.

'Hey, Pat,' Roman said excitedly. 'You wanna try it out?'

Patton shook his head. 'Now, now, we shouldn't be snoopin'! And we sure as heck shouldn't touch what isn't ours!'

'Nonsense, it'll only take a few minutes! Besides, my feet are killing me!'

Patton sighed, muttering, 'Lo isn't going to be happy about this!'

But he sat down in the seat next to Roman. Hey, if Roman was going to get them both in trouble, he may as well enjoy himself!

They relaxed, put their feet up, and Roman turned on the machine.

Suddenly, their wrists and feet were locked into place in the chairs. A couple of mechanical gloved hands came out and massaged their feet, even taking some massage oil and rubbing it in.

Roman couldn't help giggle a bit. His feet were quite sensitive.

Both boys melted into the massage, relaxing and feeling the pain and tension in their feet go away... It felt nice. Until they realized the massage was gradually getting more tickly!

'Hehehehehehheheee!' Patton giggled. 'Ihihihit tihihihickles sohoho bahahahadly!!'

'HAHAAHAHAHAHHAAA! I KNOHOHOHOHOOHOW!' Roman cried.

In a matter of moments, both men were laughing hard. They tried to pull away but the machine kept their feet in place.

'NAHAHAHAHHAA! PLEHEHEHEASE HELP! LOHOHOHOHOGAN!!' Patton cried.

But instead of Logan coming into the room, Virgil did.

'What's all this noise?!' he yelled. Noticing them both laughing helplessly in the machine, he smirked.

'VIHIHIHIHIRGE!! HEHEHEHEHEHEEELP!!' They both cried.

'What's the magic word?' Virgil smirked, eyeing the machine.

'PLEHEHEEHHEHEEHHEHEEASE!'

Virgil came up to the machine and sat down in the third seat. He searched for the 'off' button. The controls seemed a bit confusing to him.

'What's the 'off' button?!' he cried, searching desperately.

'THE REHEHEEHD ONE!' Roman shouted. Virgil saw about thirty red buttons.

'WHICH RED ONE?!'

Frantically, Virgil pushed a few of the buttons, hoping that would help. Suddenly, Virgil himself was strapped to the machine and getting a foot massage of his own!

'HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!' he laughed as the machine got his feet all over.

'WHAHHAAHAAHAHAT ARE YOU DOOHOHOHOHOING?!' Roman cried. Virgil looked at the controls, and found a dial. He turned it from 'hard' to 'soft.' The machine stopped tickling Patton and Roman with such intensity and slowed down, gently massaging their toes.

'Ahhhhhhh!' They sighed, grateful for the break.

The soft tickles continued for five more minutes. It was a lot more bearable for the three of them! They allowed themselves to relax and let their guard down.

But that was a bad idea! Patton had leaned back and subconsciously allowed his fingers to press a few of the other buttons on the arm rest!

Suddenly, more hands came from the seat of the machine! They started massaging their shoulders and necks. This caused more happy giggles. Two more pairs of hands came from the sides of the machine and poked their sides and tummies! One finger went into each man's navel and stayed there. It didn't even have to move. All the boys' movements made them tickle themselves with it!

The hands at thier sides started squeezing their hips and suddenly it was all too much for them. All three of them cried out for mercy at the same time.

Knowing they were at their limits, the machine stopped. It gently massaged the remaining tickles away, and then retracted its hands.

There was a 'click' and their hands and feet were freed from the stocks! They were free to go!

For a while, they all stayed there, panting. Catching their breath was the first step. Virgil panted the hardest, even though he was in there the shortest amount of time.

'You okay there, Stormcloud?' Roman asked. Virgil nodded, unable to speak.

As they all caught their breath, they felt a shadow come over them. Looking up, they gulped.

It was Logan.

'W-we can explain! Please don't kill us!' Roman cried. Then they all noticed Logan's state of dress.

He was wearing a black crop top with planets and stars scattered about on it, black short shorts in the style of dress pants, and was barefoot. Seeing them all in his machine, Logan's face turned red, and he covered his exposed tummy. The others looked away in shame.

Logan kneeled down to look at the machine's data input and found it had worked as intended. He smiled a little, but his smile dropped seeing that the machine was at 1% power. The display screen shut off a few seconds after. Logan exhaled disappointedly.

'You three...' he started. The others got ready to run. 'Hold on!'

He blushed, arms wrapped around his tummy, looking away. The others felt a bit awkward for him. Poor man had built a machine for himself, and they'd just used up all its power, and right when he was in a lee mood, too!

'How could you...?' he whispered, so brokenly that everyone in that room felt their hearts shatter, eyes awash with guilt.

They slowly shook their heads.

'We're sorry,' Patton muttered.

Logan shook his head. 'Please, don't do that again...'

'We won't!' Virgil promised. He held up a finger. 'Pinky promise.'

Logan linked his finger with his and half-smiled.

'And if someone's in a certain mood, maybe we can help?' Roman offered.

Logan fully smiled, nodding.

And help him, they did!

[The End.]