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This 'Fairy Tail' story was written by a different author, whom wishes to remain anonymous, as a trade. It is NOT my work, and credit goes to the author, who gave me permission to post it. It involves Jellal being tickled by Ultear and Meredy. F/M and FF/M tickling Jellal's Torturous Interrogation Jellal Fernandes slowly opened his eyes. He had slept soundly. A normally unusual event, considering he trained himself to be aware of his surroundings in his sleep. He tried to move his arms, but they stayed put where they were, clanging against something hard. Realization struck him and shocked him awake. He was lying down on a bed, his hands bound above his head, cuffed to the edges with sealstone. His legs were the same way, bound together by the accursed stone that sealed a wizard's magic. He grunted in frustration. He had let his guard down, curses. His captors could be a myriad of people that were his enemies. The Magic Council? Tartarus? Some disgruntled members of Fairy Tail?

Monty opens his DMs and flicks through the messages. A lot are the usual BS, people fawning over his feet or trying to get free content. One catches his eye, a request for a custom video. He opens it and skims. A tickle fight. A smirk comes to his face and he types back a reply that his feet are alpha, not for the tickling, but he offers to tickle the pathetic asker. Being a cashmaster is surprisingly easy. All he has to do is be a douche, degrade people who like his feet, and soak up the cash. In truth, anything that pays is something he’ll do. When he graduates, he plans to get the fuck out of Evergreen and the cash he is making from this, combined with working with his old man, is enough that he hopes to be able to leave very comfortably. He’s about to slide his phone away when a reply comes back. The speed is surprising, but he opens the message and almost drops his phone. Five hundred dollars… he would have agreed to much less than that! It’s almost enough for Monty to break

Shepard College was barely big enough to call a university. It looked more like a large park with buildings and a few parking lots. But it wasn’t super expensive and I was told I could finish my degree within three years instead of the usual four. During my third year there, I was tasked with interviewing the chancellor for a report I was working on for class. I’d wanted to write about something else but my professor had insisted that I talk to Chancellor Cooper instead, landing me walking to his office on the far side of campus one Thursday afternoon with my notebook in hand and an annoyed look on my 21 year old face. I remember wondering why Chancellor Cooper needed such a big office for such a small school. It looked like a small house more than an office, complete with its own doorbell that I rang when I arrived. After a few rings and roughly 10 minutes of waiting, nothing happened. His Porsche was parked on the side so I figured he was there and I never saw anything about

[M/M, sexual situations, bondage, consensual, no one under 18, etc, etc.) Now that I’m in the ‘entertainment’ business, I’ve become a busy man. Lotsa guys seem to like what I have to offer, so Marty raised the prices because supply and demand, right? Friday I had a date with a guy out at my country place. He shows up right on time and I’m already twitching in my shorts from ogling him. We shake hands, looking each other over. “I gotta say, you totally rock those shorts,” I tell him. “Really? I thought they might be too short.” “Oh, no question. They’re definitely way too short. But with those legs, and what you’re here for, it works.” “Thanks.” He blushes, which is cute. “So,“ I say. “Since we didn’t get a chance to talk much, tell me what you’d like to happen.” “What I’d like is for you to make me beg,” he says. “Uh huh,” I say. “Beg for what?” He’s still blushing and now he’s sweating. This is gonna be fun. I know what he wants. It’s what I do. But I like to hear a guy

Mike Heck was half-way through making his usual ham sandwich when the front door opened and he already knew who was home within seconds. “Man, I told you she would’ve gone out with me if that beef-head Ryan Neal hadn’t asked her out first” Axl Heck complained with Sean and Darrin in tow. “Dad? What are you doing home??” Axl asked with a surprised look. “They shut the quarry down for a few days, remember? The better question is, why are you home?” Mike challenged. “Oh, Mrs. Schaeffer let us out of 4th period early” Axl assured. “Is that right, Sean?” Mike questioned. “Oh uhh…well” Sean stuttered before Axel interrupted him. “Come on, man! Alright, we skipped 4th period. It was stupid quiz day and I forgot to study” Axl admitted. “I guess I should be surprised but here I am…not surprised” Mike answered. “Thanks for being cool with it, Mr. Heck” Darrin chimed in. “I didn’t say that” “Oh…right” Darrin backtracked before Mike started putting the stuff for his sandwich back in the