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Particularly if one didn’t want to end up tied spread-eagled with spider-silk on his wrists, ankles, and over his mouth.\n\nCaroo shivered as he felt the tension twitching through his muscles up and down his body. Not just from the feeling of being all stretched out, though that was part of it. No, a good bit more came from the feeling of six hands running up and down his body, fingers so delicate, nails drawing lines of twitching pleasure wherever they rested.\n\n“MMMMPH!”\n\nAnd then, jabbing in, tickling, darting, squirming over his flesh when he least expected it. The roo arched his back, his tail flicking in the limited way that it could when the spider-silk wasn’t pulled tight. He whimpered, giggled, and whimpered again through the gag that wrapped about the bottom half of his face, his eyes wide for a moment or two before the stimulation faded again.\n\nSix hands, all belonging to the same woman. He could see her out of the corner of his eyes, her many eyes looking him over, her small mouth tilted up in a smile that just wouldn’t go away.\n\n“Mmmm, look at you, my precious little roo,” she whispered. “Little Muffet’s little cream faucet...or you will be…”\n\nOne of her many hands dropped down to his crotch, squeezing over the tight suit that she’d forced him into. He could feel it, feel her fingers in the muted way that he felt all of her touches.\n\nNo, not muted. It was never muted, it was too strong to be muted. But it was a step removed from a direct touch, and all the more teasing for it.\n\nHe panted for breath as three of her hands ran up and down his left side, stroking along his belly, his thigh, his chest. She stroked around his exposed nipples, the two circles cut out of the chest leaving him just enough room for them to get hard, for them to poke through his fur and make a target of themselves. She stroked her fingers in circles around them, letting them get harder, and harder.\n\nHer other three hands were busy elsewhere, running along his sides, up towards his armpits, moving towards his inner thighs. They were always dancing about, like three spiders rather than three hands, always keeping him on edge, waiting for them to -\n\n“MMMMPH! MMM-MMMM-MMMM!”\n\nHe was laugh-screaming into the gag, his legs trying to kick, his feet trying to stomp. It didn’t work. The bindings were too tight, too strong.\n\nShe giggled teasingly with him, leaning in so that they were pressed together, her head against his chest as she looked up at him.\n\n“Ah, what’s the matter, hmm? Can’t take a little tickling? A little teasing? Do you need a break?”\n\nThere was so much sarcasm in her voice that he swore that she could have sold it with the rest of her baked goods. It dripped from her words, teased him with the reminder that his teasing, his edging, his tickle ‘torture’ would continue until she had everything that she wanted from him. Everything, and then some.\n\nHe panted for air as the tickling stopped again, only to gasp and moan as the edging started up in its place. Her fingers were so delicate, so light that it was impossible to tell where they were going, what they were going to do, until they were doing it. She was stroking his thigh, almost tickling it, rubbing up towards his -\n\n“Mmmph...nnngh…”\n\nHe moaned again, his eyes rolling back as she teased, tickled, and stroked his cock through the crotch of his suit. He thrust despite himself, only to feel her hand disappear.\n\n“Ah ah. You stay still, now.”\n\nShe smiled, almost crawling up along one of his legs, pulling herself up so that their heads were level with one another. She leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder, one of her hands just under his chin.\n\n[i]Not there, please, not there,[/i] he thought, his cheeks burning as he imagined her tickling his neck, driving him wild with giggles and laughter and guffaws.\n\nAlmost disappointingly, there was no tickle, only a playful peck on his cheek. He felt it through the gag, but only barely.\n\n“You’re such a good boy, when it doesn’t come to money. You’ll learn, though. I’ll make sure you learn how to tip people properly…”\n\nAnd then, her six hands went back to work.\n\nHe mewled, sagging down in the restraints as she worked him up again, her hands squeezing his nipples gently, pulling on them and leaving them with the tiny-sting-hot-tingle that always came with the right pressure there. Her hands worked him into a frenzy in the crotch, his cock standing out with a hard bulge -\n\nAnd then she tickled him again, her fingers dancing, pulling, flicking, tweaking his balls through the suit. He laughed so hard that his belly hurt, but his cock danced with it despite himself, his hips swaying and his middle thrusting away.\n\nTickle, tease, tickle, tease, each little move working him up worse than before. It was getting harder and harder to tell what she was going to do at any given point, and he was no longer sure that he was feeling it right.\n\nIt wasn’t until she tickled him under both arms, her fingers jabbing playfully into his armpits at the same time, that he realized that he was getting turned on by the tickles as much as he was by the edging. Everything just felt too...too good for him to be able to tell the difference.\n\nAnd the fact that she was so focused on pushing him forward…\n\nHe’d never had anyone this focused on him. Never had anyone this interested in his body, in pushing his limits before. The way that she stared at him, the way that she almost seemed to measure his cock through his suit every time she touched it, the way that she never seemed to want him to do anything to her...it only made him harder, hornier.\n\nHe panted for breath as her six hands finally pulled back from him, leaving him shaking, wracked with need. His hips twitched, thrusting on their own, begging for more attention. His cock had never been harder, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the suit absorbed everything, he was sure that the inside would have been a mess of his drippings.\n\n“Now, let’s see just how far along you are, hmm? I want nothing but the best for my baked goods…”\n\nThe spider girl pulled down the zipper on the front of his suit, and as she reached inside, he finally felt her hands on him directly. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d had that short break between the last round of tickling and this touch, he was afraid he might have blown his load all over her fingers right then and there.\n\nShe fished him out, holding him gently and turning his shaft this way and that, tilting it up, then down. She even leaned in and stroked her finger down along the underside, tracing a line from the tip of his shaft to the bottom. By the time that she touched his balls, he was whimpering, his breath coming so fast and his heart beating so hard that he was half-convinced he was going to pass out.\n\n“Oooh, you’re so swollen, so hard...so drippy.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“We can’t have you dripping everything, now. We’ll need to fix that.”\n\nThere was no stepping away, no going to get something. She must have been waiting for this moment, prepared for it like she had been for everything else. Caroo groaned as she pinched the base of his shaft between two fingers, pressing in just hard enough for him to feel it cutting off any flow of pre that might happen.\n\nWith her other hand, she reached behind her back, rooting around in some pocket before pulling out a ring. It wasn’t a metal ring, or at least, not entirely. Instead, it had a cushion along the outside, and something like a gel inner band, but a bit damp, a bit moisturized...or lubed.\n\nThe roo gasped as she pressed it against the head of his shaft, his eyes rolling back in his head as she wiggled it from side to side, then pushed down. The slippery inside dragged along his cock, pushing down further, further, and further still. It was like one long, slow, tight stroke from the head of his shaft down to the very bottom.\n\nAnd there, right at the base, it tightened. As she pulled her finger away, the ring tightened like the blood pressure machine at the doctor’s office, squeezing tight around the base of his shaft. It was even more effective than the spider-girl’s touch at keeping all his pre in his balls.\n\nAnd then, she pulled out another one.\n\n“You always want a back-up,” she said in a soft, sing-song voice.\n\nCaroo panted as she dragged it over the head of his shaft, feeling it lock into place just under the tip. He could feel them both tightening, holding him at a full erection and keeping him from being able to go soft. What else could go wrong?\n\nThe answer came as she pressed her fingers to the sides of the bands and they started buzzing. His eyes went wider than they had ever gone, and laughter and moans burst from his mouth in equal measure.\n\nAs he guffawed and screamed in pleasure, as he squirmed and swayed from side to side, the spider-girl tucked his cock back inside the suit. She pushed it flat against his stomach, then pulled the zipper back up, trapping his shaft inside once more. He humped the empty air, straining to even touch her hand, only for his tormentor to smile and move behind him.\n\n“Now that there’s no worry of you leaking my precious cream early, let’s see how big we can get those balls of yours, hmm?”\n\nCaroo whimpered, but as her hands started to dance along his sides, he knew that there was nothing he could do…\n\nAnd he was getting more and more fine with that.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
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If you simply want to get a commission for yourself, keep an eye on my journals and my twitter DraconiconWrite for updates on when I'm open.
Enjoy.
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Six-Handed Teasing For Caroo By Draconicon
One should always be a generous tipper, but especially with spiders. Particularly if one didn’t want to end up tied spread-eagled with spider-silk on his wrists, ankles, and over his mouth.
Caroo shivered as he felt the tension twitching through his muscles up and down his body. Not just from the feeling of being all stretched out, though that was part of it. No, a good bit more came from the feeling of six hands running up and down his body, fingers so delicate, nails drawing lines of twitching pleasure wherever they rested.
“MMMMPH!”
And then, jabbing in, tickling, darting, squirming over his flesh when he least expected it. The roo arched his back, his tail flicking in the limited way that it could when the spider-silk wasn’t pulled tight. He whimpered, giggled, and whimpered again through the gag that wrapped about the bottom half of his face, his eyes wide for a moment or two before the stimulation faded again.
Six hands, all belonging to the same woman. He could see her out of the corner of his eyes, her many eyes looking him over, her small mouth tilted up in a smile that just wouldn’t go away.
“Mmmm, look at you, my precious little roo,” she whispered. “Little Muffet’s little cream faucet...or you will be…”
One of her many hands dropped down to his crotch, squeezing over the tight suit that she’d forced him into. He could feel it, feel her fingers in the muted way that he felt all of her touches.
No, not muted. It was never muted, it was too strong to be muted. But it was a step removed from a direct touch, and all the more teasing for it.
He panted for breath as three of her hands ran up and down his left side, stroking along his belly, his thigh, his chest. She stroked around his exposed nipples, the two circles cut out of the chest leaving him just enough room for them to get hard, for them to poke through his fur and make a target of themselves. She stroked her fingers in circles around them, letting them get harder, and harder.
Her other three hands were busy elsewhere, running along his sides, up towards his armpits, moving towards his inner thighs. They were always dancing about, like three spiders rather than three hands, always keeping him on edge, waiting for them to -
“MMMMPH! MMM-MMMM-MMMM!”
He was laugh-screaming into the gag, his legs trying to kick, his feet trying to stomp. It didn’t work. The bindings were too tight, too strong.
She giggled teasingly with him, leaning in so that they were pressed together, her head against his chest as she looked up at him.
“Ah, what’s the matter, hmm? Can’t take a little tickling? A little teasing? Do you need a break?”
There was so much sarcasm in her voice that he swore that she could have sold it with the rest of her baked goods. It dripped from her words, teased him with the reminder that his teasing, his edging, his tickle ‘torture’ would continue until she had everything that she wanted from him. Everything, and then some.
He panted for air as the tickling stopped again, only to gasp and moan as the edging started up in its place. Her fingers were so delicate, so light that it was impossible to tell where they were going, what they were going to do, until they were doing it. She was stroking his thigh, almost tickling it, rubbing up towards his -
“Mmmph...nnngh…”
He moaned again, his eyes rolling back as she teased, tickled, and stroked his cock through the crotch of his suit. He thrust despite himself, only to feel her hand disappear.
“Ah ah. You stay still, now.”
She smiled, almost crawling up along one of his legs, pulling herself up so that their heads were level with one another. She leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder, one of her hands just under his chin.
Not there, please, not there, he thought, his cheeks burning as he imagined her tickling his neck, driving him wild with giggles and laughter and guffaws.
Almost disappointingly, there was no tickle, only a playful peck on his cheek. He felt it through the gag, but only barely.
“You’re such a good boy, when it doesn’t come to money. You’ll learn, though. I’ll make sure you learn how to tip people properly…”
And then, her six hands went back to work.
He mewled, sagging down in the restraints as she worked him up again, her hands squeezing his nipples gently, pulling on them and leaving them with the tiny-sting-hot-tingle that always came with the right pressure there. Her hands worked him into a frenzy in the crotch, his cock standing out with a hard bulge -
And then she tickled him again, her fingers dancing, pulling, flicking, tweaking his balls through the suit. He laughed so hard that his belly hurt, but his cock danced with it despite himself, his hips swaying and his middle thrusting away.
Tickle, tease, tickle, tease, each little move working him up worse than before. It was getting harder and harder to tell what she was going to do at any given point, and he was no longer sure that he was feeling it right.
It wasn’t until she tickled him under both arms, her fingers jabbing playfully into his armpits at the same time, that he realized that he was getting turned on by the tickles as much as he was by the edging. Everything just felt too...too good for him to be able to tell the difference.
And the fact that she was so focused on pushing him forward…
He’d never had anyone this focused on him. Never had anyone this interested in his body, in pushing his limits before. The way that she stared at him, the way that she almost seemed to measure his cock through his suit every time she touched it, the way that she never seemed to want him to do anything to her...it only made him harder, hornier.
He panted for breath as her six hands finally pulled back from him, leaving him shaking, wracked with need. His hips twitched, thrusting on their own, begging for more attention. His cock had never been harder, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the suit absorbed everything, he was sure that the inside would have been a mess of his drippings.
“Now, let’s see just how far along you are, hmm? I want nothing but the best for my baked goods…”
The spider girl pulled down the zipper on the front of his suit, and as she reached inside, he finally felt her hands on him directly. If it wasn’t for the fact that he’d had that short break between the last round of tickling and this touch, he was afraid he might have blown his load all over her fingers right then and there.
She fished him out, holding him gently and turning his shaft this way and that, tilting it up, then down. She even leaned in and stroked her finger down along the underside, tracing a line from the tip of his shaft to the bottom. By the time that she touched his balls, he was whimpering, his breath coming so fast and his heart beating so hard that he was half-convinced he was going to pass out.
“Oooh, you’re so swollen, so hard...so drippy.”
“Mmmph…”
“We can’t have you dripping everything, now. We’ll need to fix that.”
There was no stepping away, no going to get something. She must have been waiting for this moment, prepared for it like she had been for everything else. Caroo groaned as she pinched the base of his shaft between two fingers, pressing in just hard enough for him to feel it cutting off any flow of pre that might happen.
With her other hand, she reached behind her back, rooting around in some pocket before pulling out a ring. It wasn’t a metal ring, or at least, not entirely. Instead, it had a cushion along the outside, and something like a gel inner band, but a bit damp, a bit moisturized...or lubed.
The roo gasped as she pressed it against the head of his shaft, his eyes rolling back in his head as she wiggled it from side to side, then pushed down. The slippery inside dragged along his cock, pushing down further, further, and further still. It was like one long, slow, tight stroke from the head of his shaft down to the very bottom.
And there, right at the base, it tightened. As she pulled her finger away, the ring tightened like the blood pressure machine at the doctor’s office, squeezing tight around the base of his shaft. It was even more effective than the spider-girl’s touch at keeping all his pre in his balls.
And then, she pulled out another one.
“You always want a back-up,” she said in a soft, sing-song voice.
Caroo panted as she dragged it over the head of his shaft, feeling it lock into place just under the tip. He could feel them both tightening, holding him at a full erection and keeping him from being able to go soft. What else could go wrong?
The answer came as she pressed her fingers to the sides of the bands and they started buzzing. His eyes went wider than they had ever gone, and laughter and moans burst from his mouth in equal measure.
As he guffawed and screamed in pleasure, as he squirmed and swayed from side to side, the spider-girl tucked his cock back inside the suit. She pushed it flat against his stomach, then pulled the zipper back up, trapping his shaft inside once more. He humped the empty air, straining to even touch her hand, only for his tormentor to smile and move behind him.
“Now that there’s no worry of you leaking my precious cream early, let’s see how big we can get those balls of yours, hmm?”
Caroo whimpered, but as her hands started to dance along his sides, he knew that there was nothing he could do…