“Those Avengers are pathetic…I could run circles around them, 100 circles before they knew what hit them” Pietro Maximoff gloated to his sister after sabotaging earth’s mightiest heroes on the ship. “You shouldn’t underestimate them; they may be slow but we can’t declare victory yet” Wanda pointed out. “I thought the one with the arrows was going to cry” Quicksilver laughed with a cocky smile while Wanda couldn’t help but smirk at him. “You’re having too much fun with this” “Perhaps…but perhaps you’re not having enough fun” the white-haired speedster replied with a grin before dashing off, still very hyped up from their short battle. Wanda let out an annoyed sigh as Pietro left and found a nearby shop for a coffee while her brother zipped around the southern part of the country. 

Pietro finally stopped nearly 30 minutes later to rest for a moment in the alley between two large buildings with the hope of not being seen. His skin-tight shirt clung to his chiseled body as he breathed in and out with a layer of sweat building on his muscles after the lengthy trip. However, as he stood there recharging, the ground suddenly opened up beneath his feet, catching him by surprise and unable to run away before he fell down into what looked like an underground room. Pietro hit the padded floor with a thud and only a second later he felt a sharp sting in his arm, pulling his attention to the dart before taking it out. “Wha…what is this?” he tried to assess as he stood up but when he started to run his legs gave out, suddenly wobbly and unstable, a sensation that quickly traveled through the rest of his body until he was unable to move and soon unconscious in the middle of the long room.  

“...mmmHHMmhMmHM!” Pietro attempted to talk rather groggily an hour later as his head sat up right and he realized his mouth was taped shut. He tried to push himself up in the chair he was now in but quickly found that he couldn’t, studying his situation to see layers of silver duct tape around his naked body keeping him tied to the sturdy chair. His arms were taped to his sides with his chest and stomach left open between the sections of tape while extra tape secured him to the back and arms of the chair. “MMPHMHPM!!” Pietro tried to shout from behind the gag as he fought the bondage and tried to yank his legs back from the horizontal metal bar they were taped to out in front of him, his meaty legs covered in tape from the lower thighs to his ankles so he could barely move them. “It must be strange for you to not have your speed to rely on, to be powerless and subdued by something as simple as tape” a voice greeted from behind him as he made his way in front. 

“mMPhmPhMM!!” Pietro barked with a forceful jerk in the chair, unintentionally demonstrating how shredded his body was as his abs, thighs, pecs, and arms surged with frustration. “I’ve been watching you for a while and even though my invention helps me teleport, you’re a rather tricky guy to keep up with. But once I started tracking your movements I was able to pinpoint your location which is how I knew exactly where you’d be after your little scuffle with The Avengers. I can tell you’re confused so allow me to introduce myself; you can call me The Master. I guess I’d fall into the villain category but instead of terrorizing people or stealing money, I prefer to indulge in heroes, male heroes to be specific. There’s nothing better than getting a guy who’s used to fighting aliens and monsters and saving the world, tying him up, using one of my special power dampening darts, and playing with him for as long as I like” The Master explained as Pietro’s eyes grew wide with concern and began struggling to get out even harder. 

“I’ve had my chance with several heroes over the years but you are really something special…I mean just look at this chest” The Master added as he grabbed two handfuls of Pietro’s prominent pecs, squeezing them a little as the speedster jerked and grunted in protest. “I especially love men with a sensitive side” the man explained while his wide hands became just a few fingers teasing both stiff pink nipples. “mPHMmM..mMMPHMMhmM!” “Is that a giggle I hear?” The Master questioned with obvious excitement and continued toying with his nipples, forcing out mild, muffled giggles Pietro hated to let escape. The man smiled like he knew was in for a good time while Quicksilver writhed in the chair with newfound urgency but with his powers gone, his chances of getting out on his own looked slimmer than he’d like to admit. 

The Master couldn’t help but laugh at Pietro’s tough guy persona as he huffed and puffed behind the tape, only enticing the man more until he leaned down and licked across his right pec one good time. “MMPHM!!” The Master grinned wider at his fiery reaction and ran his tongue across the opposite side of his chest this time, really drawing it out to get a taste of the hunky Sokovian. Pietro’s frustration boiled over as he fought the tape and threatened The Master behind his gag but the calculating villain started playing with his nipples again, this time wiggling across them faster to see how easy it’d be to get a real laugh. “mMMPHMmMMpHMM!” “There we go!” The Master taunted at the sudden stream of deep, reluctant laughter behind the tape. His fingertips danced with perfect finesse across the tender points and he went in for another lengthy lick, dragging his flattened tongue from the middle of his chest and winding across the right pec and even up his neck a little. 

The Master quickly fell into a groove of pleasure he was happy to give into as he sat across Pietro’s lap and started flicking his tongue across the left nipple, getting a wild-eyed look of ticklish surprise from Pietro as he burst with heavier laughter under the gag. He tried to pull away but the layers of tape and the man sitting on his legs kept him virtually immobile, allowing The Master to test out the rest of his chest with his hands. He fluttered across the tops of his solid pecs and quickly dialed up Pietro’s reaction until he was almost tickling his own lips from vibrating against the tape. “I wonder if Captain America or Iron Man know how ticklish you are? That would probably level the playing field a bit, don’t you think?” The Master teased before switching to the opposite nipple and swirling around the edges. 

The light tickling suddenly jumped to quick jabs into his pecs and Pietro bucked against the chair with heightened laughter, fighting to avoid the steady two-fingered pokes all over his sculpted chest. The Master soon matched his more aggressive technique by licking across the left nipple with twice the enthusiasm, getting a look of disbelief from Pietro as he desperately tried to get away from the peculiar, maddening sensations. The steady poking refused to slow down and Quicksilver’s face grew redder and redder the longer it continued, pissing him off as much as it made him laugh but he couldn’t do a single thing about it. It didn’t stop until the kinky villain took a minute to pull the tape off Pietro’s mouth but Quicksilver wasn’t exactly gracious for the change. 

“Get the fuck off me!! Untie me, you perverted shit!!!” “It actually doesn’t sound that bad with your accent” The Master replied with a smug grin before sinking into the wide-open stomach while Pietro wasn’t expecting it. “AOOOAHaohANOONNOO!! FFuUuCCkKIInNGSSTTOOPP!! LLLEETTMMEEGGogoOO!!” “Wow, what a sexy laugh” the man taunted while digging into the washboard abs and Quicksilver raged against the chair to escape. “UUUNNTTiiIEEmMEEE NNoOooWWW!!” “Why would I do that?” The Master continued to toy with him as he daggered into the pale stomach on either side of his bellybutton, feeling the impressive muscles tighten under his brutal fingers. 

“As strategic as I am when it comes to capturing new tickle toys, I always have trouble focusing once I’m in the thick of it” the man explained before returning to the gorgeous chest and licking all over his right nipple at the same time. “AOAoHoaYyYyOOoUUSSsiICCkKk AASShHOOOLLlEE!! SSTTOOOPpPIIITT!!!” “Oh no, we’re just getting started” The Master assured between licks and wrapped his hands around the lower sides before drilling in with just his thumbs, a full-proof approach that usually worked great with such defined physiques. “HAHAaohaoHAOhAOhAASShHIIiTT!!” Pietro gushed with hardy laughter like he hadn’t ever before, learning just how ticklish he was as the man’s game played out across his incredibly vulnerable body. 

“Mmm! I could spend all day up here” The Master confessed with another lick along Pietro’s pecs before flicking his tongue up his neck. “AoaohAOHAOAHOhWWHAAThEEHheELL??! AHoAOGGeETToOFFF!!” Quicksilver rejected with giggly protests and a forced smile but the man used one hand to steady his head and continued snaking along the ticklish neck while his other hand found Pietro’s bellybutton. “AAOhAohAooAHoAHAOhANNOONNoOOO!” barreled out of him before he even knew to be worried about his bellybutton but the single finger swirling around never let him forget it was there. The Master soon let go of his head and darted into the side of his chest with a sudden drilling motion like a shock to Pietro’s system. “AAAAOhAOAOHOAOhAOhAohFFuUuCCkKIIiNnGGSSTtOhHOoOPP!! AhoAHoAHANNoNnnOoO!!” Quicksilver howled at the surprise attack as if the bellybutton attention wasn’t enough already. 

“Oh I like that, what about both sides?” The Master suggested with another sadistic smile as his other hand left the shredded stomach and launched into the opposite pec. Pietro bucked against him like a wild horse and his laughter soared even higher, only complimented by the threats and insults thrown in to hopefully convince The Master to stop tickling him. “I know you’re probably more brawn than brains but it’s pretty dumb to threaten somebody while you’re tied to a chair, not to mention if you’re this ticklish” the man taunted as he dug in harder with sharp, merciless fingers. “AAAOhAOhAOHAOAaohAAAOhAFFfuUUCCK!! AHoHAoahAJJuUuSSttTSSTTOOoPPpIiITT!!” “That’s it, laugh for me” The Master teased while Pietro shook in the chair and fought the layers of tape in hopes of protecting his embarrassingly sensitive chest. 

The fiendish tickler loved nothing more than cranking out such a lively reaction but still couldn’t’ help himself in front of pecs like Pietro’s, soon licking up the middle with slow affection before lapping up the rest of his chest without giving him a moment of relief from the concentrated tickling. “I swear you taste better every time I come back” The Master admitted while his captive laughed his head off, still warning him of the ass kicking to come once he got out. He only stopped after slurping on his nipples a few more times, leaving them nice and perky while Quicksilver caught his breath. “…let me go…now! This is fucked up…what kind of man tickles another man like this?” “As atypical as you may think my interests are, I can assure you I’m not alone. There are plenty of men who’d love nothing more than to tease every inch of your super-human body; I just happen to be the lucky guy who gets to do it” The Master answered while moving around in front of Pietro’s bare feet. 

“Get away from my feet! I’m serious – leave me alone!!” Quicksilver forbade while his trapped feet writhed in place the little they could. “Most men aren’t ticklish everywhere; they usually have a few good spots and that’s it. But then there are the rare few that make up for it by being ticklish all over. Which one are you?” The Master questioned with a white feather in his hand as he started flicking it along the left foot. Pietro clenched his jaw and refused to show any reaction, focusing the best he could while the cartoonishly perfect feather danced up and down his cotton candy pink sole. The man didn’t bother taunting him this time, instead watching him try to combat his natural reaction to the wispy tool demanding his full attention. Pietro’s handsome face contorted a little and reached another shade of red as the feather continued trailing across his feet until he looked like he’d blow steam out his ears and finally, “AAAhoAOANNOoOo! SSTTTOoPPSSTTOOhOpPPIiiTT!!” 

“It’s not every day that I get two feather-ticklish feet in front of me; it’s like Christmas came early” The Master pointed out with a giddy smile as he took advantage of Pietro’s trapped feet. The way his soles wrinkled and rich toes curled with the tickling was intoxicating, a captivating sight the man kept going when he retrieved a second feather so he could stroke both feet at the same time. “NnOOhOhAOhAFfFuUucCkKyYOouUU!!” was all Quicksilver could think to say with the delicate feathers dominating his speedy feet. “I would’ve imagined after all that running your feet would be rough or at least dry but it’s as if they’ve never touched the ground” The Master pointed out, knowing the fact that he had such control and access to Pietro’s naked feet would drive him even crazier. 

“Now that I know what I’m dealing with we can have some real fun” the man soon added as he set the feathers down and started raking down the supple soles. “OoHAohAohAohAAoHAA!!” exploded out of Pietro after only a couple seconds of the feathers leaving his feet. The Master’s short nails dragged from the base of his toes all the way to his heels just fast enough to get a wild reaction, forcing him into violent jerking against the tape with angry laughter. “They feel as divine as they look” he teased with a devious smirk as he wrecked the wonderfully sensitive feet under his fingers. The tape around the lower halves of his legs kept his feet from moving very much at all other than some back and forth wiggling but The Master worked them over with seasoned skill, knowing Pietro’s attempts to pull away only helped tickle him more. 

“GGgEETToOoFFF!! CcOOMmEEoOONN!!” “Come on, go faster?” “WhAaT?! NNOONNOOHAohAOAA!!” Quicksilver raged in the chair like a firecracker as the vicious tickler started scribbling all over both delicious 11s until Pietro’s heavy laughter began to reach new heights of desperation. The Master scratched in every direction to take full advantage of the macho feet but soon found the middle of the balls to be the worst spot and without warning, zeroed in with a concentrated attack that sent Pietro through the roof. “AAAAOOAHoAHOAOHOhAAANNOOonNOOO!! AHoAoahAAOhAohaAAFFfUUuCCkKIIInNGGsSTTOOoPPP!! HAOAHoHAA!!” The Master fed off the hysteric laughter like a vampire with blood as he focused on the rosy balls, happily indulging in how excellent of a ticklee Pietro was turning out to be until he decided to turn things up a notch. 

The man left Quicksilver’s incredible feet and moved around to his upper body again but instead of launching another attack, grabbed a handful of Pietro’s hair, lifted his head up a little, and gave him a big kiss right on his plump lips. His eyes grew wide and tried to pull away but The Master kept his head in place while he massaged Pietro’s lips with his own until finally pulling away. “What the fuck!? What, do you have a crush on me now too??” “Maybe” The man answered with a grin before suddenly tweaking his nipples one good time. “AAOoHSHIT!” Pietro let out as his ass left the seat for a moment until The Master let go and pulled out a vibrator wand to tease his right nipple. “AAoohAOAHAohGGeEETIIiTToOff!” “You don’t like it? You’d be the first; most guys end up having a rather excited reaction” the older man explained while the buzzing end tickled his chest, leaving his other hand free to get at Pietro’s neck. “AaohOAHHAhoFFuUcCkkoOoFF!” 

Of course his head tried to get in the way but The Master moved too fast to be blocked, annoying the shit out of him while tickling like hell. After a few minutes the vibrator switched sides and met the left nipple, hitting Pietro with another sudden surge of electric sensations that quickly got him stirring down south. He was too busy fighting to avoid the neck tickles to really realize his body’s new reaction but The Master played him like a fiddle, buzzing back and forth between his tender nipples for a stream of ticklish pleasure; an infamous hero weakness at this point. “JJUuUSSTTOOoPpPP!!” Pietro tried to persuade as if the man would suddenly listen to him but after only about 30 seconds more, Quicksilver was stiff as a board. 

Once The Master saw how hard he was, he stopped tickling his neck and returned to the vacant side of his chest, licking his nipple again with fast circles to fuel the erotic change of pace. The wand commanded his other nipple like a charm and the steady ticklish buzzing vibed him to a solid 7 inches, persuading The Master to grab his now eager manhood with his free hand. “OoohOOh…whaa….whAatare you ddOOiing?” Quicksilver tried to ask with a cloudy train of thought, now too horny to really think straight. The man didn’t respond and instead guided Pietro toward a happy ending, pumping his raging cock and using the wand on both nipples back and forth. He moaned and sighed heavily like he was unintentionally holding his breath to focus on getting off while pre-cum began to drizzle down his thick shaft. 

The Master moved the wand to the left nipple and Pietro’s dick jumped in his hand, convincing him to hold it there while he jerked the slippery dick with a steady rhythm to keep him waiting. “OohooHOHoh...KkEEeHePGOoOoiNnG!” Pietro soon encouraged like he was dying to get off, at that moment uncaring of who was actually sliding up and down his manhood. The man’s hand was covered in speedster pre-cum within minutes and Pietro’s head rested against the back of the chair as his body gave into the promise of sweet ecstasy but turning the wand up on high really seemed to push him over the edge. “OoAohOAOooOhOoohoh….!” With one last pump Quicksilver shot all over the floor with a look of intense pleasure on his stubbly face, quivering in the chair until he finished and sat back down. 

“How about a hand?” The Master offered as he took hold of the still dripping cock. “What?! No get ooOOhaoahFFAOhAohaAohAA!!! OOhOHOAFFUUUCCKK!!” Quicksilver lost it once the man started jerking him again and teasing his excruciatingly ticklish head between his fingers, never having experienced the uniquely horrible feeling of post-orgasm teasing until now. “I’m gonna need a mop for all that” The Master taunted with a look toward the puddle on the floor as he suddenly moved the vibrator wand onto the tip of Pietro’s extra sensitive rod. “AAAOhAOAOHAOHANNOOnNOO!! AohAOhAATTuUuRRNNIIiTOoOFF!! IIMMMGGOoNnnAAKKiIILLlyYoOuUUAHAAHAA!!” “How do you know I won’t tickle you to death first?” the scheming villain challenged, well aware that if he kept this up he probably could at least make him cry a little. He held the wand on high right against Pietro’s head and even started flicking his tongue across it too, driving his overwhelmed captive into high-pitched laughter like only post-climax tickling could. 

When he finally let Pietro’s dick go, he fell back into the chair as if he’d lived through a tornado but another whirring sound pulled his attention not a minute later. “No more fucking toys…come on” a weary Quicksilver tried to argue before two electric toothbrushes landed on his perfect nipples like jumper cables on a tired car, forcing him back to life. “OOHOAhNohNnoNNOAOhAOhAohAA!!!” Pietro’s face lit up with fresh panic as the buzzing bristles tickled his chest with battery-powered ease. He was jerking against the tape and fighting back the crazed laughter again within seconds just like The Master anticipated, already a bumbling mess now that he’d been milked to be even more ticklish. 

“LLlEeTTmMMEEGGoOoO! AHoAHOAHANNooNNOOoMMoOoRRREEE!! AHoHAAFfuUCCKKInNnGGsSSTooOPPP!!” Pietro raged with newfound defeat in his voice, a contrast to the cocky attitude he’d had when he’d first met The Master. “Out of all the guys I’ve played with I don’t think I’ve ever seen nipples this ticklish; I guess it’s my lucky day” the man teased while concentrating the toothbrushes on his pecs to keep Pietro laughing harder than he could threaten or insult him anymore. “Hold on, I almost forgot another surprise I got just for you” The Master added as he stuffed the toothbrushes in the tape below his chest so they were still buzzing on both nipples. The man returned but stood behind him this time to leave him in the dark before shoving a shiny ball gag in his mouth but Pietro could hardly put up a fight while laughing so hard, unable to keep him from securing the shiny red ball between his lips. 

“You’ve never looked better” The Master added with another sinister grin as he grabbed the toothbrushes and started teasing his entire chest, running the tiny buzzing bristles all over the irresistible pecs. “MMPHMmphMmH!!” Pietro fumed behind the gag with muffled laughter like he’d punch through the man if he could. “At least you can say you got an ab workout today; you were looking a little flabby” The Master teased to poke at his ego before using one brush on his stomach and letting it vibrate near his bellybutton and the top of his pube area. The Master sat across his lap again and Quicksilver tried to buck him off but of course couldn’t, making the man laugh at how desperate he was to fire back at him. 

“Considering I only have two hands and I don’t have the convenience of super speed, I created my own helper a few years ago that all the guys really seem to love” he explained as he pushed a button on his belt and a small robot on wheels rolled over to Pietro’s feet. He couldn’t even see it with The Master in his way but a familiar sensation soon followed once the bot was on and 10 perfectly shaped feathers were dusting up and down his delicious soles. “MMHHpHMmpHmmPHM!!” “I knew you’d like it!” The Master added with wicked satisfaction as Quicksilver laughed even harder and his stiff nipples met the toothbrushes again, forcing him into squeals of ticklish overload while his captor smiled with twisted satisfaction. 

His hair was wilting with sweat and every muscle not hidden behind duct tape glistened with evidence of how much he’d laughed and struggled the past two hours. Pietro hadn’t considered The Master evil or even really a villain until now, knowing the serial tickler must be able to see he was near his breaking point and couldn’t take anymore tickling but he kept going anyway, sweeping those damn feathers up and down his feet and running the cruel vibrating brushes on his chest on full power until Pietro thought it would never end.   

A While Later – Battle at Sokovia

“How many of those damn robots are there?” Clint Barton aka Hawkeye asked between shooting arrows at the Ultron duplicates. “Maybe you should give me the arrows and I can kill them faster” Pietro suggested now that they were on the same side. “You just stick to running around or whatever” Clint answered as Pietro took out a couple robots in front of him. However, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his pants, pulling Quicksilver’s attention. “What is that?” he asked himself but it didn’t stop, like his underwear was vibrating or something but he couldn’t just pull his pants off right there to check. “What’s wrong, kid?” Clint asked. “…it’s nothing” Quicksilver tried to assure but as the buzzing continued, he felt something else happening.

“What the hell is going on?!” he tried to figure out but unbeknownst to him, the underwear currently clinging to his package weren’t his. They were a gift from The Master that Pietro hadn’t even noticed weren’t his own until now, a way to remind him just how much control he still had over the speedster. He tried to turn them off or just ignore it but he couldn’t stop himself from getting harder and harder, soon blushing with embarrassment that somebody would notice. “Is that a side effect of having super speed or are you just really happy to be a good guy now?” Hawkeye asked with a raised eyebrow after seeing the sudden bulge in Pietro’s tight pants. “Oh uhh…yeah it’s just from all the running” “Sure it is.”