It was dark.
Klonoa had no idea what had happened. He had just gotten out of the bath to go to sleep on Guntz bed.
He would have slept on his own bed had Guntz not gone on one of his anger fits and shot it up to nothingness.
"What happened?" Klonoa said groggily as he opened his eyes. And yet, it was still dark. He couldn't see a thing.
But the worrying part was when he tried to move. 
He couldn't see and he couldn't move, but he could feel that his arms and legs were spread apart. Held by some sort of chains against a wall.
"Nnnngh! I can't move! What's going on?!"
He couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled. He didn't even seem to have his wind ring on hand. If he did, he could 
change it into a sword and easily get out of this mess.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise as torches began to light two by two down a hall. Revealing confetti flying everywhere.
"Helllloooo Klonoa, and welcome to my Torture Chamber of Delight!"
That voice!
A spotlight appeared at the end of the hall as the clown fiend, Joka appeared.
As usual, he does his polite bow as he looks up at Klonoa with his never changing menacing smile. "I'm so glad you're here. I really am!
It's been oh so long since the chamber has had any kind of occupancy. Not even rats like to stay here for long"
"Joka!?" Klonoa growled as he tried to break free from his bonds.
"That's right. I'm so pleased you remember me. I would think most would forget the ones they've killed. Oh yes." Joka hopped and danced
closer to Klonoa, his expression never changing "It'll make this oh so much more enjoyable! So much more personal"
Joka stopped right in front of Klonoa as blue torches began to light in a ring around the main room.
Klonoa gasped  at all the terrible machinations around him. devices that could maim,split, behead, splatter. 
He tried escaping again, but it was no use. "L-leave me alone Joka!"

Joka entered a thinking pose as he tapped under his chin "Leave you alone? No no, that's not right. That's not why I brought you here. No, instead. We're going to have fun Klonoa. I promise, it'll be a load of laughs!"
Joka just stared at Klonoa for a moment after those words, although his face never changed, Klonoa could see evil intent in Joka's dead eyes.
"Joka, You'll never get away with this. Guntz will find me! And he'll pulverize you!" Klonoa growled at the spherical clown.
"He could, he could not. I don't care either way. Because it still gives me time to do what I wish to do. And I promise It'll be fun. I'm going to have so much fun with you...Klonoa"
Klonoa began struggling again, he was pulling until it hurt. But the chains just wouldn't break. Even as he broke into a sweat. It just wouldn't break.
"Leeet...meee..GO!" Klonoa yelled as he struggled.
"Oh, poor poor Klonoa. This just won't do. C'mon, you should be happy that we get to be together again. Aren't you happy? Let's see a smile!" Joka reached his detached
gloved fists towards Klonoa's mouth and forced them inside before stretching his cheeks painfully into a smile.
Klonoa, in a rage, broke his false smirk by biting down on Joka's hands very hard.
Joka pulled back, but his smile didn't leave him nor was he angry. "Tsk tsk Klonoa, that really hurt. It seems you aren't having very much fun at all. That's concerning. I suppose we should fix that."
Joka reached his hands up again, Klonoa turned his face away. Prepared to bite down again if need be. But instead. He felt Joka's hand lift his blue shirt. Revealing his cute black coated belly.
"W-what are you doing?!" Klonoa looked down at him, trying to get his torso away from the hands that held him in place.
"Oh not much. I'm merely...touching you" Joka gently brought his fingers down on Klonoa's belly and began to wiggle them about.

Klonoa felt a jolt. It was like electricity. It forced a smile upon his face. Joka was tickling him. And he didn't like it one bit.
Klonoa struggled to keep from laughing. To try to escape Joka's teasing touches. What kind of torture even was this?!
"Aww, your body is tensing up. That's no good. Here, how does this feel?" Joka switched from tickling to very gently massaging 
Klonoa's belly and side. Klonoa went from a smile to blushing. But he hated this, it felt wrong! "S-Stop that! It doesn't feel right!
It's making me feel weird!"
"Well, massages are supposed to make you relax Klonoa dear, but since you don't like it. Maybe we should..." Suddenly, Joka punched him hard in the stomach, making Klonoa
yelp and lose his breath. And before he could get it back, Joka lays in another punch.
"Oops!" Joka snickered "did you not like that either? Oh, from the look from your face, you don't at all, and your tummy..it's all tenderized and soft"
Klonoa was still attempting to catch his breath. Joka's punches weren't normal. They were harder and stronger than what  a big beefy Moo is capable of.
"Very soft.." Joka snickered as he slowly brought his hands to his tummy again "So soft~"
Klonoa flinched and braced himself for another painful punch. But it didn't come. Instead, he felt all ten of Joka's fingers wiggling on his tummy. 
The tickly sensation was unexpected this time, it hit him like a truck, forcing him to smile and giggle a bubbly laugh.
"NOHOHOHHAHAHAHASTHHAHAHAP-THAHAHAT...THAHAHAT TICKHHCICHICKLES!" Klonoa struggled to yell between guffaws, his head thrashing about so much that his pac-man hat falls off.
"Stop? But you're enjoying it so much Klonoa. That's why you're laughing. Isn't it?" Joka teased as he continued his tickly torture.
Klonoa couldn't say any words, his mind lost to the sensation as his eyes filled with tears as his body betrayed him. Forcing uncontrollable giggles from Joka's touches.
Joka just watched Klonoa's face as he wiggled his fingers about. He knew Klonoa couldn't stand it. And he was enjoying every second of it. Maybe he could even make Klonoa die from it.
Death from laughter, that'd be ironic.
But then Joka felt something touch his foot. He stopped his tickling as he looked down to see what it was.
"Hrn, what's this what's this?" Joka said as he looked down to see Klonoa's hat. He picked it up and looked at it, for seemingly no reason.
Klonoa went from giggles to titters to panting. Usually, he could have handled that much, but those blows to his stomach didn't give him enough time to catch his breath
While Joka was busy inspecting his hat, Klonoa tried forcing all his energy into a kick. Joka was close enough, he had gotten ever so closer to enjoy his suffering. 
If he could just land a kick to the face. He might be able to knock him out.
Klonoa went for it. He flung his foot as hard as he could. But Joka, it seems his attention never actually left him. Joka just easily catches his leg as he
continues to look at the hat.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Klonoa cried as he tried to pull his leg away.
"And this hat just fell off...curious. Maybe we can make it a game! You like games, don't you Klonoa?" Joka began to let out asinister snicker.
Klonoa had no idea what he had in mind, but he didn't want to be a part of it.
Suddenly, Klonoa felt his right sock and show being removed. He looked down to see Joka holding his bare foot. It scared Klonoa. "W-what are you doing?!"
"Playing a game my dear Klonoa, to make this more fun. You see, just hearing you laugh? It was like music to my ears. So I thought I'd make a game of it. Everytime you beg, I'll stop tickling you"
Klonoa tensed, tickling again? He didn't want that. Especially on his feet! they were very sensitive. But, then it struck him as odd. If he begged, he'd stop?


"If, you're just going to stop when I beg. Then...just let me go..please?"
Joka waggled his finger at him "Tsk,tsk. I'm not done yet. You see, I'll give you a small respite if you beg. But then, you'll lose an article of clothes. And the game begins again."
Klonoa didn't like the sound of that. How far was he even willing to go?! "W-what?! T-that sounds really weird."
"Oh, it'll be a lot of things my friend. But don't worry. I know you'll enjoy it until the very end. So let's start. Shall we?"
 Joka was going to enjoy this. He could tell Klonoa was innocent. Much more innocent than he previously thought. He knew the little hero had no idea
how far he was really going to go....and it excited him.
Joka egan with the foot. Sending Klonoa into instant hysterics as he tried to pull away.
"Oh Klonoa, what cute little toes. Let's tug at this one, lick that one, ohhh, rub that big one, all while my other hand rakes this soft sole of yours."
Klonoa was screaming, tears already running down his eyes again. Klonoa hated this. He hated that he was laughing about it. It made it look like he was enjoying it.
"You can make this stop Klonoa, just beg for it...beg..."
At first, Klonoa would not. But as he broke into a sweat, his lungs burning, his face red. He finally pleaed with Joka "PLHEHEHEASE! OKOK, HAHAHAI GIVE!"

"True to my word, I'll give you some rest" Joka stopped, and examined his work.
Klonoa was panting hard as he forced himself to end his smile. He could already feel Joka removing his other sock and shoe. 
"Enjoying this Klonoa? That wonderful laugh says yes...yes?" Joka said nonchalantly as he examined the other foot.
"I'm not! It's just you're tickling me! I'm not enjoying this that all!" Klonoa yelled at him.
"No? But your smile...it says..YES!" Joka began on the other foot. And as Klonoa entered another torrent of giggling. Joka reached his other hand to his right foot and began to
molest it with rubs and prods. Joka could see on Klonoa's face that he couldn't stand it. He was enjoying his torment. "Oh Klonoa, how does it feel? How does it feel that just a few mere pokes can make you feel so wonderful?"
"HAHAHAHAITHURTSHAHAHAITHURTSHAHAHA!" Klonoa cried, he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stop the urge to laugh. and it was breaking his little body. It felt like he was being torn apart.
Finally, Klonoa begged for it to stop. and went limp as he did his best to catch his breath.

Joka slowly raised Klonoa's head. Klonoa was too weak to do much of anything. Joka just turned it gently from side to side, then gave his ears a gentle rub as he looked upon Klonoa's shirt.
"Poor Klonoa, he's having so much fun that he doesn't know what to do with himself." Joka reached and grabbed the end of Klonoa's shirt and pulled so hard it ripped off.
Making Klonoa's top half bare. Joka then placed a finger on his cute little chest fluff and slowly slid it to his left nipple. 
He then noticed, that they were a little harder than they should be. "Oho! My My, has little Klonoa been enjoying the attention he has been receiving?"
Joka just rubbed and rubbed Klonoa's nipple with gentle care. Klonoa couldn't stand it, not because it tickled. But because it felt weird and nice.
It felt more nice than it should, it was much better than the tickling, and he hated it!
"S-stop it! Stop! I don't like this feeling!"
"Oh but you do! I can tell, your face is even redder than it was from the tickling." Joka then begins to gently play with the other one, flicking it and gently pressing on it
"No! You're wrong!" Klonoa shouted. Klonoa was getting angry. Because some part of him was enjoying it. Was enjoying the relief.
"Oho! But I'm not. Doesn't that feel nice Klonoa? Don't you feel as if that you should just relax and let me just massage these cute little things for a while?" Joka taunted
Klonoa wasn't weak. He was small and frail at times. But he was a hero, he would not give in to the enemy.
"STOP IT! STOP!" Klonoa yelled with all his might
"Oh so sad..." Joka's tone was montone as he spoke, he didn't care as he continued to fondle Klonoa's small nipples. And as he did, he noticed
that a small bulge had appeared under Klonoa's blue shorts. Klonoa himself had not even realized it. He was too innocent to understand.
But he soon wouldn't be. And Joka knew how to end the game. "...Punishment time~!" Joka said in a sing song way as he began the torture once again.

He wanted Klonoa to be ready for the final game. He didn't tickle him quite as hard this time. He kept him at a level where he could 
still find a moment to breath when his body truly needed breath. And as he did this, he used his other hand to gently tweak and play with his nipples
and even finger his belly button just a little. Noticing the effect it was having on Klonoa's lower half. Joka himself was getting excited, but he was patient. And he wanted
to end this his own way. Klonoa felt like he was going mad. "How can I laugh from this?! Why am I laughing! WHY CAN'T I STOP!" Thought Klonoa as the madness continued.
Eventually, Klonoa didn't even care. He was nearing his limit, but he wasn't quite there yet. But Joka's touching was scaring him now. Maybe he'd just stop altogether if he gave in this time.
Maybe he wouldn't...But, what else could he lose if he gave up one more time?
"HAHAHAHA STHAHAHAP! IGHIHIVEUPHAHAHAHA!"
"Ooooh, that was a lot sooner than I expected. Is little Klonoa getting tired?" Joka said in a rather cruel jovial way.
Klonoa had to take a moment to recover before answering. He was done, he just wanted Joka to go away. "Y-yeah, I-I give up. Y-you win. S-so let me go, O-ok?"
Klonoa was hoping he'd just go away and leave. giving him enough time to come up with a plan to escape.
But again, Joka waggled his finger at him "Ah ah ah! There's still more to the game. We're not done. Remember?"
Klonoa didn't understand. What more was there?! "W-what?! But..But..." Then Klonoa went wide eyed. "No! You don't mean!"
Joka clutched the end of Klonoa's blue shorts as he cackled "But I do..! Poor Innocent Klonoa. Too ignorant to truly understand the situation..." Joka ripped both his shorts and underwear
away in one swift movement. Revealing his cute little balls and erect penis. Klonoa was still but a boy. So his penis wasn't too big. But to Joka? It was perfect.


"Gyah!" Klonoa was embarassed, ridiculously so. He knew others weren't supposed to see him naked. He tried to cover his shame. But he couldn't. "W-what are you doing?!"
"Well, to put it simply. You lose Klonoa. You have no more spare clothing. So I'm going to tickle you until the end."
Klonoa went white. Again? And there weren't even clothing to cover him. Why did Joka want to see him naked?! He tried to get away.
Struggling even more so when Joka was slowly running his finger up his soft feminine leg, right up his inner thigh. It was even weirder feeling than the nipple touching.
"Stop! Please Stop!" Klonoa begged "You're not supposed to tocuh me there!"
"But I won the game. I can touch wherever I please" Joka then began to gently scratch under Klonoa's balls. Giving them very gentle pokes. Every gentle poke make Klonoa twitch and pull. Blush, and even a few times...moan.
"S-stop..STOP! That feels-"
"Nice? Oh, I bet it does. You've never been really touched here. Have you?" Joka continued to taunt as he massaged Klonoa's balls.
"No! It's wrong! It's wrong! Stop! Stop it now!" Klonoa struggled. But Joke wouldn't stop. He just continued to molest Klonoa's lower bits until Klonoa's penis reached maximum hardness. 
Klonoa's face was bright red. He didn't know what was going on. He never seen his cock rise so much. "W-what are you doing?! What are you doing to my peepee?!"
"Nothing yet. But it's so cute, and so small. I could spend hours toying with it, making you feel things a little hero shouldn't feel. Making you feel things that would make you beg for more.
You would become my little slave, collar and all, begging for your master's touch."
"I'LL NEVER DO THAT! NEVER EVER!" Klonoa didn't understand what he meant. He didn't know Joka's sick intentions.
"Hrn, well..If you were going to be my pet. You'd need to be broken in. So first, let's get you potty trained...so to speak."
Joka reached his hands to Klonoa's flanks and slowly grasped each butt cheek.
"W-what are you doing?" Klonoa said, he was scared now. Scared and meek. He couldn't escape. And he no longer could figure out what Joka really wanted from him.
"Coochie coochie coo! Laugh..my little pet" Joka began to firmly press and poke Klonoa's butt cheeks. He had never been tickled there. And the sensation once again threw him into hysterics.
Joka held him close as Klonoa struggled and laughed. He brought his face close so he could feel Klonoa's penis wiggle across his face.
Everytime Klonoa's penis slapped or rubbed against Joka's face. Klonoa felt a new sensation. Making him moan between giggles.
But this wasn't enough for Joka.
With one of his fingers, he began to slowly poke into Klonoa's ass. ddeply, but gently until he reached the sweet spot. But Joka was cruel.
With his magic, he could make tiny tentacles poke out from his finger. and as he began to prod and fuck Klonoa's ass with his finger. The tiny tentacles did their job to 
tickle and stimulate all along Klonoa's walls.
Klonoa entered an all new form of true and false euphoria. His body tensed whenever he moaned between his screaming laughter. His mind was full of so many sensations 
that he couldn't even think. Only laugh and naturally press his cheeks on Joka's finger, even moving backwards to help get more of the pleasurable stimulation to counter
the horrible tickling.
Finally, Klonoa's penis began to leak precum. Some of it hitting Joka's face as Klonoa thrashed about. Joka slowly licked all along his 
own face with his huge tongue to take it in.
Klonoa was ready.
He stopped the tickling on Klonoa's ass. 
Klonoa went limp once more, breathing heavily, still smiling as his eyes were devoid of hope.
"Oh See? You're smiling. I knew you'd enjoy it. Are you ready to call me master? My little pet Klonoa?"
Klonoa didn't say a word, he just let out a little laugh as he slowly raised his head up. Stared for a moment. and then spit on Joka's face before lowering his head.
Joka didn't even physically react. "What a pity. You didn't even realize the wonderous gift I was giving you. Did you?"
Joka gently grabbed Klonoa's dick, and began to rub it up and down. Klonoa immediatly gasped, then whimpered as he shivered. Instantly breaking him from his stupor
"W-what are you doing? S-stop! Y-you're not supposed to touch that!"
"But it feels good, doesn't it?" Joka , as he masturbated Klonoa, used his other hand to gently rub up Klonoa's balls and along the bottom of his shaft "Sweet sweet bliss"
Klonoa clenched his teeth, but he couldn't stop his panting or pleasured moans.
It was filling his mind, this was the greatest feeling he's ever felt. But it was being given by Joka.
This was ultimatly humiliating. He hated it. It made him feel good but he knew it was bad. He had been told how bad it was.
"S-stop please, I'll do anything...please"
Joka paid him no mind as he playfully rubbed his free hand along Klonoa's tip. Making Klonoa shout in pleasure.
"No, I don't think so. It's too much fun. In fact, this might be the perfect way to end your life"
"End m..ngh" Klonoa tensed as another surge of pleasure hit him. What could Joka mean? Did he mean he'd give in? Because, this feeling. It was becoming stronger. It was so much better than the tickling. To the point that...he was considering giving in.
"Indeed, end your life. It won't be so bad. But I'm afraid spitting at my offer has made me quite angry"
Klonoa was panting as he felt a feeling build up in his penis. It felt sooo good. He...he had to have it.
His mind was that broken.
"N-no..wait..maybe..maybe"
Joka snapped his fingers as Klonoa's dick began to glow. and many hands appeared around Klonoa.
Klonoa looked around in fright. some of his mind returning to him. "W-what's that?! Whats going on?"
Joka began to masturbate him harder. "A gift. You see Klonoa, you're going to expirience your first orgasm. And it's going to feel so good. That you'll splurge from your..peepee. And when you do. You'll be tickled for thirty minutes. and if you cum again, then another thirty. Oh, I've also
enchanted your penis to allow it to cum unlimited times. And, a body becomes so much more sensitive after release that just tickling every inch of your body will probably be enough to induce another orgasm. You're going to die in the 
most pleasurable way possible. All thanks to me..."
Klonoa turned completely white, the pleasure from the masturbation him leaving him for a second before hitting him like a nuke. Joka sped up the masturbation as he tapped at Klonoa's tip. Klonoa threw his head
back as he moaned and whined. He could feel his body automatically jerk along with Joka's motions. His pleasure centers of the brain piqueing as he panted and moaned so hard that he began to drool. Even though he knew death was coming. This was the most pleasurable expirience he ever felt.
Even as his penis began to fill, he bucked his hips automatically. Somewhere in his mind. He tried to resist. Knowing what would happen. But his body was betraying him once again. This time for pleasure until.
"AHHHHHHH1" Klonoa screamed in pure bliss as his jizz hit Joka's face. Joka just licked it up as if it was a sweet cream as he waited for the fingers to sart.
>And when it did. It was hellish. Klonoa began to scream,laugh, and struggle as every inch of his body was tickled without mercy.
Even his shaft was given no relief as it was tickled and stroked. Making him cum harder, laugh more, as a torrent of pleasure and pain hit him with every cute adorable giggle.
This was it, he was going to die laughing in ecstacy. It felt so good...so good.
Maybe going out this way..wasn't so bad. The pleasure was soon overriding the pain as Klonoa was just laughing in bliss as he leaked buckets of cum.
And then...a gunshot.
Joka looked down as he saw blood coming out of the side of his face.
He merely touched it with his hand and looked at it. "Hrn, Well...Didn't see that coming" He said before suddenly plopping to the ground.
The hands tickling Klonoa stopped. But even as they did. he was still giggling, cumming incessantly.
"KLONOA!" He heard his friend cry. It was Guntz...to the rescue
But Klonoa couldn't react he felt tired. he finally stopped cumming. he felt like he was going to die.
He felt Guntz grab him and shake him, screaming his name.
Things went black for Klonoa.
Was he dead?
Klonoa thought so. he could hear or see nothing.
Then he head..a motor.
He could feel..a fresh breeze
Klonoa slowly opened his eyes.
He was hugging onto...his friend
On his hovercycle
"G-Guntz?" Klonoa said weakly.
"Klonoa..you ok?" Guntz said as he looked back at his friend "Dammit...why'd you have to be an idiot?!"
Klonoa could feel Guntz's fur. He was shirtless. Klonoa himself? was earing Guntz's jacket.
Klonoa didn't say a word. He just hugged onto Guntz and cried. He was safe...saved by his best friend.
Guntz couldn't say anything more. He didn't actually want to upset Klonoa after such an ordeal.
He rode off into the night with his young friend and brought him home and got him cleaned up. Luckily, it seemed Klonoa didn't remember much of what happened to him that faithful night.
Whatever Joka did to him, he blacked out.
But even then, Guntz made it his mission to keep a closer eye on him. He never wanted this to happen ever again. He would keep Klonoa close by always on every adventure and so on.
Guntz could never let that happen again.
He was just glad that his friend had seemingly forgotten everything. So things, for the most part went back to normal.
With of course, Klonoa eating all the spare hamburgers in the house again.
But for once, Guntz let it slide...because he cared too much.

The end