Oliver Queen had been found out. His alter ego as the Green Arrow was no longer as tight of a secret, his best friend’s father having revealed himself to be the true villain of Starling City and the direct opposition of his heroic mission. The millionaire stood there unconscious in the warehouse with only the chains around his wrists keeping him upright, unaware he had been captured until the henchmen threw a bucket of water over his weapon of a body. “Ahh!” Oliver let out with wide, startled eyes before looking around to see his arms secured above his head. “I hope I didn’t hurt you” Malcolm Merlyn added as he walked in to greet the shirtless vigilante. “You are going to hurt a lot of people if you go through with destroying The Glades” Oliver retorted. “…boy, if I would’ve known how you’ve been spending your nights” Malcolm brushed off with the green hood in hand, still reeling from the discovery. “Do you really think you’re doing the right thing by ruining so many lives, uprooting people for your personal agenda??” “Just as right as you think you are by wearing this costume” Merlyn challenged while his eyes studied Oliver’s vulnerable body, his rippling muscles, tight chest, deep armpits, and nipples still hard from the cold water. 

“You can’t beat me, Oliver. You’re younger and faster but always come up short against me” Merlyn pointed out with not-so-subtle arrogance. “I’m going to beat you…” Oliver assured with a stern jaw, already calculating his escape. “I wouldn’t be so sure” Merlyn answered as he pressed a button from his small remote and the floor opened beneath Oliver, allowing his feet to drop down into the space before closing back around his ankles. “What…what is this??” Arrow asked as he struggled in place. Merlyn didn’t answer as two more henchmen came in and cut the green pants off his captive, leaving him in only a pair of tight black briefs. “I’ll fight you naked if that’s what you want” Oliver made clear. “Oh, I believe you but that’s not what I had in mind” Merlyn answered just before the pair of henchmen started poking across his ribs on either side. 

“OoHAohMhm” Oliver giggled for only a moment before clenching his mouth shut, focusing on holding his reaction in. Malcolm watched him with eager eyes, beyond curious to see if the crime-fighter was actually ticklish enough for this to work. The man on the left moved up and down that side of his ribs with annoying accuracy while the other guy used both pointer fingers for twice the effect. “MmHhMhmm…” Oliver struggled to control himself, his grip on silence loosening with every prod. “In some ancient cultures tickling would be used to torture criminals, considered a cruel, maddening punishment. I’ll let you decide if it still works” Merlyn explained with growing satisfaction as Oliver’s lips began to shift and his fists clenched harder.  

Green Arrow tried to jerk in place but the men were too close for him to avoid their relentless fingers, both of them traveling up and down his ribs like some kind of two-player instrument until a quick laugh slipped out. “There it is. Now his armpits” Merlyn instructed with a dastardly grin, getting a look of death from Oliver before the men dove into the muscle-lined pits, practically carved into his sculpted torso. “...NNOOAoahoAHoahFFuUCckk!!” Oliver broke only seconds in, pulling on the chains with obvious frustration. The man on the right had his hand wrapped around the side of his underarm to steady Oliver more while clawing into the stretched open hollow with a steady speed while the other man drilled into the base of the other armpit like he was digging between couch cushions. “I hope none of the street criminals around here find out your weakness, then you’d have a whole other problem on your hands” Merlyn added as he watched Oliver laugh and try to fight the ticklish attention, visibly getting angrier as it continued. 

“AhAOhaoHaohaahAOhaLLEETtmMMEeEgGGOOoH!” “I’ve always found you impressive, a pain in the ass, but impressive nonetheless. I’m waiting to see your grand escape” Merlyn taunted without coming off too much like a cartoonish villain, truly intrigued by the unique situation and how it would play out. “ahaoHOAHAOHAHoAHoHAHoATtHiisiiSSAHoAiIIiSSSBBuUULLLSsHIiiT!” Oliver tried to bark but his usual toughness was undercut by the henchmen in his helpless armpits. The one on his right was now practically burrowing in, pawing into the tender depths one hand after the other while his partner used just his thumbs for a more acute approach, digging in and around like two joysticks. “AAAHHAoHoHAoahoaOAHAOhoHohaaohAHoahAOHGGOoddDdAaAmMIitTT! FFiIiiGGhhttTMmEEeLlIIkKeEaAMMAAAAAnnN!!” Oliver challenged, hoping to appeal to Merlyn’s need to be the best. “Sorry, I can’t hear you that well. You’re laughing too much” Malcolm replied with a pleasured smile, watching Oliver thrash in place and laugh harder than he ever expected as they approached the 15 minute mark. 

“In some of those ancient cultures I mentioned earlier, they would use goats in their punishments, their rough, quick tongues excellent for a particularly devilish technique. Too bad I don’t have any goats” Merlyn explained before the men took the cue and leaned into both handsome armpits and started licking like he was the best thing they ever tasted. “AAAHH!! AoAhOAAgGHHOnaNNOOHAohAohAOhAAOHAOHAOhWWhAAThthheeEEfFFuuCCKK!?” Oliver howled with a look of horrified, emasculated disbelief as both men went to town, flicking and licking up and down and back and forth to cover the entire armpits. The men’s tongues felt insanely strange in his underarms and tickled like crazy, forcing Oliver to pull on the wrists chains even harder than before but nothing budged. After a few minutes of just licking his pits, the henchmen made things worse by going after his stomach/sides at the same time. One of them started squeezing up and down his side from hip to ribs like a perfectly timed machine while the other dug into his stomach, kneading into his superhero abs with four stiff fingers. 

“OoHOOhWWooAoAHOAHoahAoAHoAOHAOAHAOOoHAOHOHSSHhIIiITTTHAOahoahAOH WWhhAaTTTDDoOOYYOOOuuWWAaAnNnTT!?!” “I want you to stay out of my way; this is my city. Just because you came back doesn’t give you the right to interfere in my affairs” Merlyn answered. “AHoahAOHNNOOoTtAaCcHHAANnCCEE!” Oliver raged as he bucked around the little he could and tried to endure the tickle torture. “You’re tough. I’ll give you that, but you’re kidding yourself if you think you can stay tough forever” Merlyn added with a smug superiority. “AhAohaAhoAHaHOAHAOHAHoAHaoCCOoOwwWwAARRdDD!” Merlyn laughed at the attempt to insult him and pressed another button on the remote, triggering the floor to open again but this time something came out of it. A long rod extended between Oliver’s legs as one of the henchmen ripped his underwear off, setting off a new panic in the hero but he was laughing too hard to really object. 

The end of the rod had a two-pronged rubber device that landed just under his hanging balls, the thicker end down there with the longer end near his manhood. “AhAhAOhAOhOHAAohaohAaohAhAhoHAAMMmeEERrRRLllYYnNN!!” Oliver shouted as if he could say something to derail his plan but a few moments later the rod was turned on, vibrating on his package on full power. “OoAOhaOohaoAhOAhaohAAHaOOahAHa” the trapped archer let out before he could stop himself, his body surging with the sudden pleasure of the vibrator. “See, I’m not such a bad guy” Malcolm added as he watched Oliver’s quiver slowly come alive. The two henchmen then took Merlyn’s signal and changed their direction once again, this time leaving one at his armpits and the other to grab two long, intimidating feathers that Oliver couldn’t see. The man at his armpits was now digging in with curved fingers toward the bottom of both pits, pumping out continuous laughter until the second man spiked it even higher. With one feather in each hand, he simply stroked up and down across each ass cheek like he was painting a fence, making Oliver’s tight ass shake back and forth as if it could get away.  

“AAOoAHhAFFUUuCCCkKKOOOoFFF!!” Green Arrow laughed like a broken carnival game as his dick now stood straight out, throbbing with intensity the vibrator commanded. “One more chance, Oliver…retire this hood and stop intervening in my work and I’ll make it all stop” Merlyn offered. “AAhAGGh! NNOOOOHOHAohAOA!” Oliver forced himself to reject, knowing his duty to the city was too great to give in. “Fine” Malcolm answered as the vibrator moved around so both ends were against his cock, buzzing against all seven inches as the henchmen tickled him silly. The man at his pits was still working in right below the dark hair while the guy at his ass was now threading the long feathers between his cheeks one at a time on a loop, making sure to pull them all the way through each time for full effect.  

Oliver’s laughter was non-stop, the heavy outpouring only interrupted by high-pitched squeals every time one of the feathers tickled just the right spot between his cheeks while his dick leaked milky pre-cum all the way to the floor. Merlyn waited with anticipation to see how long it would be before he shot his load, wondering what it would be that got him off and he soon got his answer when the man at his butt started teasing one feather along his taint. “AAAhOAoahAOAOOoOHAAAAGGHHHAAHA!” Oliver came like a pornstar less than a minute later with his back arched and a look of ecstasy on his stubbly face, his body shuddering from the powerhouse release as he simmered down from the insane rush. The henchmen stopped tickling and the vibrator turned off but he didn’t even really notice the change of pace until the last bit drizzled out of him and he picked his head up to face Merlyn. 

“Now what? Are you gonna kill me? That’s the only way you’re going to stop me” Oliver proclaimed while catching his breath. “Younger and faster but still naïve enough to think you can handle anything. Men like you have to learn the hard way” Merlyn explained as he pressed another button on the remote and the floor shifted, bringing his legs together. “Come on, Merlyn! You’re wasting your time!” Oliver tried to assure but he was still nervous about the new development. Malcolm didn’t respond, instead watching as hidden mechanics beneath the floor went to work. After a few minutes it opened up and Oliver couldn’t believe what he saw; his ankles were between two pieces of wood, his now bare feet locked in a set of small stocks and each individual toe tied back to the top of the top of the stocks. 

The henchmen brought out a narrow table and placed the stocks in the defined slot, locking his feet in place so his legs were at an angle in front of him. “You’d be amazed at the things money can buy if you know the right people” Merlyn gloated as Oliver tried to hide his concern. “This is pointless. You know I’m not gonna give up protecting the city” “You can take care of petty thieves and jaywalkers all you want but just not me” Merlyn answered as he signaled the henchmen and they returned to Oliver’s naked body. “No! Fucking stoOOAAHAOOPP!” he practically growled until he was laughing again, overpowered by the hands squeezing into the back of his thighs and the feathers twirling across his nipples. “I’d imagine a guy like you who lived on an island for five years and runs around the city at night wouldn’t have sensitive feet but from what I just witnessed, I have a hunch I could be wrong” Merlyn added as Oliver tried to jerk in the stocks before both hands were scratching down his taut pink soles. 

“OOAOhAoaohaoHAOAHoahoahOAHaOhAohaaoHAOhOAhAOha! NnOONNOHAOhAOAHoaoHAOoAH!” erupted from the hero within seconds, satisfying Malcolm’s curiosity. With his feet secured in place and his toes pried back, Oliver quickly realized he couldn’t move them at all, a terrifying reality Merlyn was using to his advantage. The older man may have been a trained killer but his fingers knew how to finesse up and down the ripe feet with an almost gentle ease, raking with short strokes from the balls all the way down the low arches and over again. Oliver’s feet weren’t normally super soft but soaking in the boots had left them supple and smooth which also meant they were also extra ticklish, not to mention the orgasm having supercharged his normal sensitivity. Although he wasn’t the only one tickling Oliver, Merlyn could tell his feet were a killer spot just like his armpits and could hear his laughter surge whenever he was on his arches for too long. “AHoAHoAHaOhAFFuuCCkKIiinNGGhoAHoaSSTToOoOHoPPP!” “You’ve rejected my offer to make it stop, what twice now?” Merlyn pointed out as he moved back down to the sweet spot of both manly feet, suddenly scratching faster just along the stretched arches to make Oliver freak out. 

“AAAOOAHaaAOhOAHaohOHAoahoAHAOhAOhAnNooNNoaAhoAHoaAhoAHAAhoaAHoaHAA!!” barreled out of Oliver with wide eyes of surprise as he writhed in place like a madman. Merlyn knew Oliver was going to resist giving up as long as he could; any normal man would’ve been begging by now but he was as tough as they come. “I admire your spirit and strong will, Oliver but my plan is bigger than you and I can’t have any wannabe hero throwing a wrench in things. However, I do have a prior engagement so Leo and Frank will take it from here” Merlyn announced after another few minutes at the stocked feet. “Let me go, Merlyn! I’m gonna stop you!!” Oliver proclaimed before Frank started wrapping duct tape around his head to muffle him, four layers to be exact. He tried to reason with the henchmen through the gag but they didn’t listen, instead positioning themselves at his worst two spots. 

“MMhMmmNnnMMHmMN!!!” Queen argued with a rare look of dread in his eyes before Frank and Leo got to work. Leo stood behind him and dove into his pits harder than the entire first hour, proving he hadn’t really given him the full treatment yet. Oliver bowed forward a little in the air and his lips vibrated against the tape with booming laughter, almost enough to forget about Frank at his trapped size 11s until he too started up. After applying a coat of oil to the peachy pink soles, Frank pulled out two small plastic rakes typically used for gardening. Oliver got only a glimpse of the tools before they were being dragged up and down his lubed feet, sending him into wilder hysterics behind the tape. Neither henchmen showed much of a reaction to the tickling nor how Oliver responded but they were great at knowing how to make things worse. Leo recalled how bad the licking was for him earlier and started lapping up the right armpit while wiggling into the left while Frank raked along the arches a little faster and started snaking between each of the tied toes with his tongue. 

After another ten minutes of the same combined tickling Oliver was screaming with laughter from behind the gag, desperate to free his exposed feet and protect his tender underarms but there was no escape in sight. As if things couldn’t get worse he soon heard the vibrator fire back up and tried to avoid it but couldn’t keep it from landing against his taint, ready to get him off as many times as Merlyn wanted; he still had the remote after all, calling the shots from wherever he was. He and Oliver were both fiercely determined and unusually tough men but unfortunately for Oliver, he was the one chained from the ceiling. Protecting the city was a heroic deed but the Green Arrow was just a man, a very ticklish man getting more ticklish every time Merlyn made him shoot another load. As strong as he was, Oliver couldn’t help but wonder how much could he possibly take?