Archie's humiliation

Archie and the Ghost

Two months had passed since Archie's humiliating session with fangs and the redhead still has not recovered. His stamina might have come back over time, saving his relationship with Veronica, but his incredible ticklishness had not dropped in the slightest. All you had to do it was to lightly brush your fingers on any spot on his sensitive body and he would go berserk. Fangs was the worst. the blackhead still had not stopped his blackmail and Archie was forced to turn into a tickle toy for him to play with whenever he felt like it.

Which brought him to where he was now. Archie had found out that Fangs would not bother him when he had work do to, a small mercy, and so Archie had tried to busy himself as much as he could to save himself from the unbearable torture. His latest case brought him to the mansion he was about to enter. Many had reported strange sights and many who had tried to enter were later not willing to say what happened, or were blabbering about ghosts. Archie didn't believe in ghosts. He thought a gang was operating there and used intimidation tactics to keep the mouths of the people shut. These were his thoughts as he enters the living room, searching for clues. He was not afraid. What was the worst that was going to happen?

Archie had not noticed that the door of the house closed shut right after him and is now locked just like all the windows with unbreakable glass. Archie is already totally locked in the house.

He was already searching inside the living room for hints about what was going on there. After he checked the couch, he saw something bright red on one of the book drawers. He went over there but the drawer was really big... and tall. So he goes on his toes and stretches to reach the top of the drawer and searches with his fingers for the item. He found something and grabbed it. But then, there was a rough sound and his hands felt weird. He tried to pull them back but they were kind of stuck on the top. So he stood there on his toes, fully stretched out and cursed "Damn it! What's this???"

Archie tried to struggle in order to free himself. It was in vain. He was stuck. He tried to feel what had bound his hands and feet but could not see or feel anything. It was like an invisible force was holding him in place. "Finally tired yourself out, boy?" He heard a voice said to him when he ultimately gave up his fruitless struggles. "Who's there!?" Archie said and as by magic, he felt himself turn around. His feet and arms were still bound on the bookcase but now it was his back, instead of his stomach, that lay on the bookcase.

Archie had a good look at the figure. he was a young man about his age, he had platinum blond hair and a pair of crystal blue eyes. And that was not the strangest thing about him! No, it was that he was levitating a foot of the ground. There was no denying that! The redhead could not see any strings "Name's Oliver, and you are trespassing in my home" the man said. "What are you?" Archie asked. "Well, I am a human... or I was, until I died... now I'm a ghost." The blond said matter of fact. Archie could not believe it! A real ghost! That was impossible...but the proof was before his widespread eyes. "W-what are you going to do to me?" he asked after a moment of silence.

The ghost smiled. "Well I have my very own way of treating guests in my house," he said. With that, he reached out with one hand and a single finger tickled over the bare skin right above Archie's black short trousers. Because he was so stretched out, his shirt was up exposing about 5cm of bare skin to the ghost's treatment.

Archie could not believe it! He could feel the fingers teasing his skin and they actually felt warm but strong. He tried to hold back his laughter, but some giggles came out of him, "HAHAHA NO STOP THAT." The ghost grinned again. "Looks like I have a ticklish guest on my hands. It would be a shame if I didn't take advantage of that."

The redhead could not believe it. He was supposed to take this job in order to avoid getting tickled by Fangs. Instead he was getting tickled by a freaking ghost of all things! "Wow! I don't even feel any hair on your skin! How old are you? Five? Coochie coochie coo!" This was a ghost that knew how to tease, apparently. Archie blushed at the statement, no matter how many times someone would make fun of his hairless state he would always get embarrassed. "AH HAHA NOT HAHAH THEREH HAHAHAHAH" He pleaded as the hands found his belly button, vibrating on the tough muscles. Archie felt like he had been tickled for hours, though in reality, it was no more than three minutes when Oliver stopped. "You're a ticklish one, aren't you?" he said, "You clearly are more ticklish than my usual victims. Oh I'm going to have so much fun making you scream!"