All-Guys August 2/4 - Besting the Bully (Patreon)

Argus grunted, pulling the heavy metal door away with a slam. He couldn't see cameras anywhere; chumps. And if anyone was inside - hey, it's a lab, what will they do? Bore him to death?

Nerds.

The corridors of the lab were all dark, so he had to squint to see each door's label. Heck, even if there were cameras, he'd done a good enough job at hiding his identity. Gloves, mask, the works. 

Testing, Communications, Board Meetings A, Board Meetings B, Chemical Supplies...

What was it they wanted? Oh, yeah. Blueprints of an apparent weapon the lab was working on. Something something torture, something something kinetic energy. Geek shit.

Repairs and Maintenance, Infirmary Bay, Pea- why was there a room for Peanut Butter? - Mail & Sorting-

He nearly shrieked as the glint of metal shot past his vision. A string of high-pitched expletives exploded from his mask-covered mouth - metal cords, long and thick, grabbing his bulky wrists and tossing him about with all the ease of a nasty child playing keep-away with a ragdoll.

"Fuck-! Fuck! Fuck you!"

There's no resisting the mechanical hands, but damn he's going to try - he won't be some freaky scientist's new vivisection subject-! His legs kicked against their grip as hands swarmed him, dragging him down the inky corridor, indifferent to his spitting and frothing as they ripped away his gloves, trenchcoat, pants - all but his mask. Why would they leave his mask-?

Finally, they tossed him onto a soft surface in a dark chamber, his own huff drowned out by the clink of metal cuffs pinning his knees, ankles, thighs, wrists. They're cold against his fur. He was almost naked - all but for his socks and mask. In the dark, he could just about make out the yellow paint of a smile on the wall, and - in the corner - a glinting, toothy grin.

"Good evening, my little thief." There's a soft chuckle. "Were you looking for something?"

"Let me the fuck go, you freak!" He tosses his head back and forth, trying to discern more of his surroundings. The red glare of goggles lights up as the scientist approaches. "What the fuck is this?!"

"Oh, I don't think I have to answer any of your questions, cherie, you're in a lot of trouble!" The voice had a sing-song lilt to it. "Naughty thieves don't get off easy. My work is too important to risk it!"

Argus was puffing and growling as a claw approached his socked foot. What- what is this person doing? They're not- are they-?

"So how about I ask a few questions first, hmm? And I know exactly what little thieves need to make them sing~"

A coo of "kitchy kitchy kitchy!" drilled into Argus's brain as the wiggling digit danced against his socked arch, setting his nerves instantly alight. He was squirming within seconds, grunting, stifling giggles as he resisted the humiliation of the tickling at his lone foot. It's only one finger-! He can take it-!

"Cootchie cootchie coo. Tickle, tickle, tickle. Naughty thieves get tootsie tickles!"

"Shut up!"

"Oho, poor wittle thief, does he have ticklish paws? Should I peel off his pretty black socks and run my claws against his bare arches?"

Even the sight of the claws wiggling in the dim light made him buck and yelp, shaking his head.

"Grh- fuck you!"

"Ooh, that sounds like a yes please! That sounds like a 'please tickle my big, ticklish feet, doctor! Hold back my big soft toes and-'"

"You're a freak!"

"Ohhh, you sound so much like my school bully. I never was a big fan of bullies." A firm but small hand wiggled his toes back and forth. "But they did make me who I am today!"

There's a cackle and all ten fingers dove into Argus's cotton-clad soles, eliciting a stream of helpless laughs from the bear's mouth. The giggles were only rivalled by the excited mutters of 'tickle, tickle, tickle!' from the scientist. No escape. Argus gritted his teeth against the laughter and bit the bullet.

"Rragh! Okay! Okay! I was- fuck! Stop!"

The fingers pause.

"I was- hah- paid a fuckin' ton to nab the blueprints of some - I dunno - kinetic torture thing, geek shit, I was just-!"

"Ah! Mon chou, you only had to ask!"

The hands ripped off his socks with a single swift motion, and Argus could see the shape of a catlike figure holding up both socks like fishing trophies, tail swishing proudly.

"See, it's true, I've created a veeeery special device. It can be used for punishment, interrogation, leisure, incentive, and it runs on clean energy - it just needs a little jump-start." The socks were tossed aside. "It takes the energy of the body, absorbing every wiggle and squirm, and uses it to power aaall of its delicious functions! And you're lying on it right now."

"What?!"

"Yes, and all those toe-tickly wriggles really charged up the batteries!"

There was a whirr as small mechanical arms squirmed from the openings at the sides of the platform Argus laid upon. He gulped. The scientist purred and swayed forwards.

"But let's see what my little thief looks like before we begin, hm? I need to know how cute my punish'ee is."

Oh, no.

One clawed finger hooked under his mask and slowly pulled it up. It came off with a little resistance.

"...My, my, if it isn't...?"

Argus blinked. "Charlotte...?"

"Ah! What a delight!" The cat clasped her gloved hands together, eyes gleaming with cruelty and glee. "Mister pushes-me-in-the-halls and throws my binders in the fountain! How've you been- well, not good, evidently, if you're making a living breaking into labs, but what a small world for you to break into mine!"

She cackled and it sent shocks down Argus's spine.

"The only scientist who personally wants to see your stubborn bear butt knocked down a peg."

Blue electricity crackled through the air and a howl of laughter filled the laboratory - forks of light were prodding and skittering all over Argus's bound body, unable to lift or lower his arms and inch, leaving the forks free to scramble wildly over his ticklish sides, pits, belly and chest. It's almost too much to bear - made even more torturous by the doctor's endless cackling.

"And the more you resist, the longer the torment goes on, because the more power you give the machine! The only options are to laugh and laugh and laugh or to try and stay still - which is impossible, cherie, with how ticklish your whole body is! Tickle, tickle, tickle! And the best part?!"

She flicked her claws, showing the metal rings on her gloved fingers.

"I've refined the technology right down to a tiiiny little claw~"

Sparks flew as she strokes his bare sole, and he nearly blacked out from the ticklish sensation, only to be jolted back by a frond of tickle-lightning in his navel, lighting up a web of nerve endings all across his shaking belly and all the way down his thighs.

"Okay!" His laughter broke way for a cry. "Okay, I'll talk, I'll tell you who I work for, please, please, p-puh-please!"

More laughter, but hers now - high pitched and maniacal, drunken on vengeance.

"Chouchou! Little bear, there's nothing you can tell me, you can spill every word and it won't mean a thing! Tonight isn't for talking - do you know how many tears I shed over your petty little stunts, tying my braids to the chair and ripping up my homework?!"

Growling, she smirked.

"I want to make you SOB with laughter. Every tear from me... I want a hundred from you. And after you've laughed and laughed and laughed yourself dry..."

Argus whimpered as the doctor adjusted her goggles with a stern look.

Oh, fuck.

"Then... then we can talk."