The mega pop star Justin Bieber has sold out many stadiums and sold millions of albums but, the teen icon had fallen from grace. A few short hours ago, young Justin was pulled over in his sports car by the police. The officer suspected the driver, unknown to him at the time, was under the influence due to the reckless driving. Once he approached the driver’s window, he realized exactly who he was.
Now the blond 20 year old found himself in jail, being processed. Needless to say Justin was nervous about being in a place filled with people who would probably love to punch him in his face, or worse. He tried to keep up his tough exterior but his nerves were getting the best of him as the officer rolled his finger prints. Despite the reality of his location Justin’s ego returned soon enough, around the same time he was getting placed in a cell.
He felt eyes on him as he walked down the pale hallway, derogatory names being shouted at him from inmates who hated everything about him. When they arrived at the barred room, Justin looked in to see 3 inmates glaring at him. “Meet your new friends pretty boy” the officer joked as the door opened and he lightly shoved Justin in. The singer jerked his arm away and walked in slowly. He sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall. The 3 men kept eyes on him like a hawk.
Justin was a scared puppy inside but he just stared at the opposite wall and tried to remain calm. “Ain’t you that Justin Bieber?” one of his cellmates asked. “Uhh, yeah” he answered sheepishly. “You know what happens to boys like you in prison?” Justin gulped and paused before answering. “Yeah, but you better not fucking touch me or you’ll be in here for life!” the false cockiness took over.
The other 2 men stood up and approached the blond. Justin scooted back as far as he could and started to panic. “Get away from me you mother fuckers!” Despite his desperate attempts to snake away from the much larger men, the muscular arms grabbed him and now had him secured. They stripped him of his shirt so his toned body was on display. The man who had originally started the conversation stood up and walked to them. “I’m already in here for life pretty boy so don’t think you can threaten me with that. So what do we do boys like you in here?” Justin squirmed as the grizzly men each held an arm above him. His feet stood flat on the ground while his arms were held straight out above him by his cellmates.
“Answer me!” Justin jumped in fear and tried to give an answer without sparking any ideas. “Alright! You uhh…..you…”, “We tickle them!” he said in a stern and thunderous voice. Justin’s hazel eyes shot open wide with fear as the news struck his brain like lightning. He absolutely positively all around hated being tickled. Usually he could run away or at least fight back but he was in a 100% vulnerable situation and he knew it.
2 large hands attacked his upper body instantly, digging into his ribs. The bulky fingers had twice the strength of regular fingers like Justin’s; allowing for maximum tickle coverage. The lean guy danced around as the man tickled his sensitive ribs, able to latch onto most of the ribs at one time and vibrate his fingers on them. “AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH STTOOPPPP STOPPP AHAHAHHAHAHA!!” he shouted in protest. The men holding him giggled as their new victim squirmed in place.
The giant digits moved up to explore more of young Bieber, reaching the lower part of his outstretched armpits. The tickler put both hands on the upper sides and ran them over the tender body boldly, moving quickly and efficiently. The bear claws savagely wiggled in the lower pits, causing Justin to squeal in ticklish torment. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAH” As the vicious man devoured his upper sides, a couple of fingers slipped into his pits, producing an intense outburst from the pop star. “Oh, are you ticklish here boy?” the man teased, knowing he had hit a nerve. “Let me go asshole!!” “You’re mine now son!”
With that, the buff inmate dove into his open pits. His fingers wiggled like crazy, making sure to cover the entirety of his underarms. Justin felt the man poke and prod around the rims of his ticklish hollows and apply the most pressure in the center of them. This technique drove the teen idol mad as his body tried to endure the torture.
10 minutes into the tickling the man became devious. He would start at the base of Justin’s abdomen and poke all the way up until he reached the pits and dig into them with full force. The new, more sadistic method proved to agitate the singer way more than regular tickling; adding to the laughter that unwillingly left his lips.
The equally oversized men were getting a kick out of the session, hearing how much of a prick the kid was. This would definitely not be something he could buy his way out of. During the re strategized attack Justin mustered up a way to stop the endless tickling. Suddenly Bieber swung his leg and landed right in the man’s balls. The tickle monster fell back on the bed in pain and waited for the sensation to leave him.
One of the guys holding Justin spoke up, “You ok Leroy?” “Yeah, I’m fine” he said with an angry look as he returned to the confined tickle toy. “You’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that” he assured in low, menacing voice. The blond troublemaker was filled with horror once again as he stood there in front of the huge guy. “So you wanna kick people, we’ll see about that” he said, grabbing Justin’s ankle. The blond guy protested and kicked at him but, his foot had been seized. The man pulled off his shoe and put the foot in a headlock. “Don’t fucking touch my foot, dick!!” The man grinned and let his fingers do the talking.
He spidered his fingers up and down the socked sole, the foot writhing like it was on fire. Justin would have kicked him with the other foot but he did need to stand up. 5 beefy digits scribbled all over the white socked foot as hard as they could go, stopping to dig into the spot underneath the toes often. “AHAHAAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHAHANOOOOOOO FUCCKKINNGGG STOPPPPP!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA” Justin’s feet were out of this world ticklish and although not many people knew that, he was still cautious about letting others near his feet, so this was downright hell for cocky wanna be bad ass.
The lively fingers continued their intense treatment earnestly, wiggling and raking on the cotton soles. Bieber’s head flung back every time the man tried a new form of attack, sending unbearably ticklish sensations through his tight body. The grizzly in charge paused for a moment and looked back at the blond celeb. “Your feet sure are ticklish Justin” he taunted. “No…shit!” he spat. “It’d be a shame if this sock was to come off, you’d probably lose your little mind” “NO! NO! Don’t take it off!!” he demanded but within seconds, his perfect barefoot was in his cellmate’s grasp and ripe for the tickling.
Dull nails unleashed on the soft sole with great enthusiasm. His fingers moved like wildfire and tickled like hell, scratching at the unbelievably smooth foot. Each line on his sole seemed to lead his digits in which way they should travel. The dominant man took great pleasure in tickling the living shit out of Justin, having a secret tickle fetish since he was young, he loved having his way with ticklish guys and Justin Bieber was the greatest tickle victim he could have wished for.
The mega star’s body writhed as the men held him in place, his foot feeling the wrath of a tickle freak with bottled up tickle urges, Justin’s blond locks beginning to wilt as the sweat drenched his face. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOMOREEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOPPPPPPP ITTTTT NOWWWWWAHHAHAHAHAAA” “Beg for me Justin” his tickler said. “AAHAHAH FUCCKKKK YOUUUU HAHAHAHAHHAA”
“Have it your way, but I will break you” he assured as his tickling revamped. His fingers concentrated on the wiggling toes, scraping the area where they met the ball of his foot. Justin sang a higher pitched and agony filled tune this time around. The intensity of the tickling stepped up and as the man started drilling his fingers between each of his cute toes, the untouched skin between the plump digits was wildly sensitive and like any decent tickler, the hulking man took full advantage.
If someone was to look in on the tickle torture, it would appear as if Justin had become the play thing of 3 giants, giants with an appetite for tickling. He was truly in peril as the tickling shattered every layer of tough guy that the singer put up for the cameras, he was beginning to break. Truth be known, Bieber wasn’t placed in that cell because it was the next available or any regular reason. The guards knew the 3 men in that cell had a thing for tickling the poor soul who was put with them, so they had the brilliant idea to throw the widely despised star in the “tickle cell” as they called it. The men in the cell sure were grateful.
Just when Justin was about to give up fighting and beg the man to end the horrible tickling, it stopped. His body relaxed and he caught his breath. A few minutes later he looked up to see what the fiendish man had in store for him. The young millionaire thought his eyes were playing tricks on him as he watched the man’s tongue get closer and closer to his captive foot. He didn’t even have the strength to protest the what was sure to be unruly attack. Suddenly, inches away from the bare sole, he stopped. He looked back up at one of the men holding Justin, “Hey Big John, you take this. I know you like the tongue action” he grinned as the inmate holding Justin’s right arm was replaced by the lead tickler.
“No! I can’t take anymore” he protested. “Big John’s gonna have his turn and you’ll be begging for us to stop like a true tickle bitch!” Justin’s head dropped with despair as he felt a wet tongue slithering on his pink sole. Big John’s slippery tool licked the bottom of his gorgeous foot like it was his dinner plate. His tongue slid between the toes like a snake, weaving in and out without inconsistency.
“Hey Mike, let’s really make him laugh” As if Justin wasn’t already fighting to keep his pride intact and his emotions in check, the men holding him launched their free hands onto to the stretched upper body. The lead tickler began squeezing his flank mercilessly, making Justin squirm that much more. Mike had chosen to play with his nipples. He pinched, tickled, and teased the one on his side, making it rock hard and adding an unwanted rush of pleasure to Bieber’s body.
As his helpless foot was being tickled and licked by Big John who was in heaven, his body was the target of Mike and the lead tickler’s strong fingers. “AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHA PPPPLLLEASSEEEE STOPPP AHAHAHAHAHA IIIMMMM BEGGINNNNGGG YOUUUUUU AHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA” he let out as his ego was finally crushed by the hellish tickling. The tickling and licking stopped in its tracks. “It’s about time Justin. Now let me hear “I’m a ticklish bitch” “Fuck no….let me go!!” he spat between breaths. Like clockwork, 10 fingers found their way back to his body, tickling him harshly and Big John’s tongue was back licking up his sole. “AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA OOKKKK AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA IIMMMMM AAHAHAHAH TICKKLISSHHH AHAHAHAHAHHA BIIIIIITTCCCHHHH AHAHAHAHHAHAAAA” he shouted as the sensory overload hit him.
The men let go of his arms and he quickly went for shoe and sock. The lead tickler snatched his white sock before he could, “I’m keeping this” he said, stuffing it under his mattress. Justin put his shoe and shirt back on and went back to his spot against the wall. He looked worse than when he came in and was now exhausted. That was the worst experience of his life. About that time a guard approached the bars. “Bieber, let’s go” “I get to leave?!?” “Yeah, you’re free.” The guard let Justin out and he eagerly walked out of the room and changed back to his clothes.
“You think you learned your lesson kid?” one officer asked, finishing the paper work. “You won’t see me again ever!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear. Say Justin, I didn’t know you were ticklish, much less a ticklish bitch” the man said, taunting the pop star as he laughed with the other officer. Young Bieber was humiliated; the entire jail heard the altercation. His eyes filled with fear and anxiety as he realized that could definitely make it to the tabloids. “Don’t worry we won’t say a word” he assured. “Thanks man” Justin said relieved. The officers didn’t say anything about the security footage.
A month later, Justin was shopping in LA when he saw his face on a magazine. He wasn’t concerned, being on a million magazines by now. The blond boy almost thought nothing of it until he saw the headline that rocked him to his core, “Justin Bieber, Ticklish B****”