“Is everything in order?” “Yes, sir. He’s waiting inside, Mr. Fisk” “Like I instructed?” “He should be coming to any minute but he’s completely immobile; there’s no chance of escape or room for him to cause trouble” the hired hand explained rather confidently compared to most of the men who worked for the Kingpin. The large, intimidating man looked down at his subordinate with a subtle smirk on his round face, “Very good…show me to him” Fisk ordered. “This way, sir” the man replied as he began walking down the stairs to the underground space of Fisk’s building, his boss following at a steady pace until they reached the thick door of the entrance. The metal door opened after a code entry and the pair walked in to see a rather stimulating sight, every detail perfect like it’d been plucked out of Fisk’s imagination. “…marvelous” was all the crime boss could say as he looked at his catch, the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

Contrary to what’d been previously said, the captured vigilante had woken up a few minutes before they joined him. His stubbly face was tense with frustration as his naked body fought against the peculiar position holding him defenseless and his impressive muscles strained to break free but Fisk had spared no expense eliminating virtually any possibility of a problematic situation unfolding. Daredevil’s back was flat against a narrow vertical panel, his legs spread out wide and his arms tied back at a bent angle above and over his head, leaving every inch of his tight hairy body incredibly exposed. “Fisk…” Matt spoke up once his efforts simmered at the realization that he was no longer alone. Kingpin looked at his henchman from the side as if he was concerned, “How did you know it was me, Mr. Murdock?” “You have a smell…like overpriced, bad cologne” the brunette hero answered, his spirited attitude still very much alive despite the circumstances. Suddenly his head shifted slightly as he picked up on footsteps coming down the stairs and seconds later the door opened once more, “I think your lap dog is here” Matt added as Bullseye walked in.

“Look at you…not so tough now” Dex teased with a devilish smirk of self pride in his work. “Why are you here?” Fisk asked. “I just wanted to see this for myself and it’s better than I expected” “Fine, you’ve seen him, now leave” “Alright, alright…I’m going” the blonde villain obliged, taking a long look at his bound rival on the way out. “Do you wipe his ass too or is that above your pay grade?” Matt quipped. “You mother fu-“ Bullseye barked back, starting toward Daredevil to take advantage of his predicament. “No! Walk away…he won’t be nearly as feisty the next time you see him” Fisk assured sternly, Dex’s fists slowly unclenching as he followed the order and left the secluded bottom floor. 

“This is a lot of trouble to go to just to kill me” Daredevil pointed out with a quiet anger to his voice. “If I wanted you dead, you would be by now…no, you’re better to me alive. I’ve seen what you can do, your talent for deterring criminals and putting fear in those who wish to control your home. I’m offering you the one-time chance to join me, to align yourself with me or leave New York for good; be the Daredevil somewhere else if you want but not here. Those are your options” Fisk presented like a calm storm. “…you know I won’t go for that…you want to dominate the city for your own gain. You’re a bully with a fat wallet…and I’m just a lawyer. So you can go to hell” Matt replied with a brave, solid tone.

A wave of anger came across Kingpin’s face and his meaty fingers flexed before he let out a small giggle of frustration. Another man joined his present employee as Fisk tried to contain his emotions, “Your enhanced senses give you an advantage over your opponents but that advantage can also be a disadvantage” Fisk explained with a royal grandness to reaffirm his audience of his importance as the hired men moved closer to the nude captive. Matt’s body started struggling again, trying to anticipate what they were going to do even though he couldn’t stop them. Kingpin took a seat in the leather chair he had brought in, facing the nervous Daredevil as the hovering hands waited for a green light. “You see, the man without fear is just that; a man…and every man can be broken” Fisk enlightened, flicking his hand to signal the hired professionals while he watched on with a wicked glimmer in his eye.

One henchman started slowly trailing his intentionally sharp nails down Matt’s sides, moving down from the base of his armpits down to his hips repeatedly. “Hmhm!” Daredevil grunted at the curious contact, bracing his body in anticipation. On one knee next to the blind crime fighter’s bare foot, the other henchman mimicked his partner’s technique, grazing his nails along the rosy sole at a gentle pace to keep their captive guessing. The lawyer’s face struggled to not give away the unique dread mounting inside him at what he suspected was happening, quick to reject the idea that the Kingpin would use tickling to torture him but as the two men continued teasing his overly-sensitive body, reality began to sink in. Fisk knew Matthew would be expecting some form of painful persuasion but he realized that such a traditionally childish activity could be utilized and amplified to sinister proportions on an enemy like Daredevil.

“…this is your plan?” Matt quipped between his gritted teeth as the steady hands began inching closer to the wide open underarms, lightly scratching past his defined lats. “The look on your face doesn’t match your apathetic attitude, Matthew” Fisk replied with a minor grin. All ten fingers moved in a swirling motion up toward the hairy hollows like a tall roller coaster putting fear in its passengers while the other man operated at a similar wavelength, holding the toes of the foot back and lightly scratching the taut, pink arch over and over, each methodical stroke worsening somehow. Daredevil could feel sweat beginning to grow on his forehead as the anticipation of what was on the horizon chipped away at his disciplined patience, the man behind him teasing his stretched sides just enough to make him uneasy as he waited for both hands to attack his armpits. 

Even the borderline enjoyable nails on his foot kept him in suspense as the clever vigilante tried to figure out the real game he was in the middle of. The tactile hero had never felt so unsure of himself, biting his lip nearly five minutes into the tickling to keep from giggling but just like swelling music in a horror film, the man at his sides sped up his maddening fingers until he was at the base of his pits. Matt clenched his muscles in the ropes to prepare himself for the avalanche of sensations about to drill into his hairy underarms until the nails suddenly stopped, only to sink into his meaty thighs instead. “AAAAAHAHAH!!HahAHAHAHAaHAHAAhSSHIIIIT!” Daredevil couldn’t help but burst with laughter at the surprise attack with his head thrashing around and his limbs attempting to fight the restraints once more.

Kingpin sprouted a villainous smirk as his prediction proved very true, relishing in the creative method of persuasion. The strong fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs with intense enthusiasm as if they were trying to phase through his legs, making Matt jerk around more violently than he had ever imagined he would but the tickling was too much to mentally combat. Riding the momentum of his partner’s diverted attack, the blonde holding Matt’s slender toes back pulled out a stiff-bristled hairbrush and started scrubbing it on his smooth sole.

“OhahAHAHAHAFFUUCCcKKKA AHAHaAhAhANAOONANOOOO!” Daredevil howled uncontrollably as the sensations overloaded his trained mind and body. The hands working on his bare thighs were now clamped onto the area closer to his knees and squeezing the tender parts of his legs like a machine. Like a hurricane of sensations, the sea of bristles brushed the balls of the hero’s powerful foot now glowing with perspiration as if it was terribly dirty, a rare kind of abrasive feeling completely dominating the nerves of Matt’s helpless sole. “AaHAHaHAAhASSTTTOOOPPAHahAHHAAHAHAhaHA SSTTOOPPPIIITT!!” the handsome lawyer yelled between heavy guffaws, the likes of which he’d never before produced.

The man stationed behind him suddenly switched to a new target, plunging both hands onto Daredevil’s tight stomach, sparking a higher stream of laughter as the lawyer’s head flew back to let it out. The master tickler’s fingers were like daggers poking into the sculpted tummy at a rapid fire pace, almost too fast for his quick mind to keep up with or anticipate. Keeping up with the upward flow of their session, the second henchman squirted a long pump of clear oil into his hands and rubbed the slick liquid all over the bottoms of Matt’s strawberry taffy soles until they were shiny.

“AhAHaHAhaAaAHAHAHAOOOIIILLL???” he questioned at the new smell but before he could receive an answer, the tickler positioned between his ankles whipped out another equally torturous hairbrush and launched a combo attack on both of Matt’s slippery soles with a vicious grin of excitement on his face at the thunderous rush of full-bodied laughter coming out of the feared devil of Hell’s Kitchen. The concentrated tickling would be killer to most men but for Matt, with a heightened sense of touch, it is was turned up several notches; every stroke, tease, and poke from the hired men wreaked havoc on him physically and mentally with no way to even try and ignore the sensations like a typical person might. Kingpin had found the one weakness Daredevil couldn’t outsmart or overcome, all of this becoming scarily apparent to Mr. Murdock as his arms strained at the ropes and his legs tried to kick out of reach from the relentless tickling.

“My offer’s still on the table, Matthew…” Fisk reminded from the leather chair like a vindictive king. “All of this stops if you agree to one of my terms” he continued with a booming voice to be heard over the immense laughter. “FFFUUUCCKKkahAHAhahAhAhAHAAAYYYOOOUUUUU!! FFIIiiHISSKKkAAHA!!” Matt shot back as he vibrated in place, provoking the type of unnerving chuckle that powerful men let out when they’re about to do something about not getting their way. 

“Gentlemen, let’s move to stage two” Fisk announced, prompting them to change positions. The brunette henchman knelt down in front of Daredevil’s fully exposed package with his legs spread wide while the blonde moved to stand at the left foot, electric toothbrush in hand. Kingpin just watched in satisfaction as his hired hands revamped their tickle torture in sync, the one between his legs now using a paint brush to stroke the insides of his thighs right where his crotch started while the other started focusing the swirling bristles of the toothbrush between Daredevil’s bubbly toes. 

The reaction was immediate; Matt’s biceps inflated to pull on the ropes as his mouth grew wide with roaring laughter. “AHAHAHAAOHOHOHOAHAOHAAOHAOHAOAHAONOOO!! FFFUUUCCCKKIIINNGGGAHaHAHAHAHHAHAHASSTTTOOOOOPPP!!! EEENNOUUUUGGGHHH!!” The crimson crime fighter had never been so overwhelmed or utterly vulnerable. He could feel every vibration and rotation of the tiny bristles of the electric toothbrush between his toes and every stroke of the paintbrushes on his inner thighs was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard to his body, flicking and gliding across his hairy legs over and over. 

Fisk watched with a Cheshire grin as Matthew raged in the helpless position, unable to escape the situation by fighting his way through it like he normally would. The man at his glossy foot secured it further with one hand and used the circular toothbrush head to polish Daredevil’s big toe like only a sadistic tickler would think to hone in on, driving the normally cunning man up the wall with wilder laughter. The New York lawyer by day looked like he was being electrocuted the way his frame bucked as much as the restraints would allow and his head bounced around while the other henchman started focusing the paint brushes along the crevices where his thighs met his pubic area. 

“HAHoAHMMOOhoTTHhEERRfFFuUUhuCCKkEERR!! AOhAOHALLLEETtTmMMEEGGOHohAOHAA!!” Daredevil shouted like he’d breath fire if he could, incredibly overwhelmed and consumed by the tickling dominating his weapon of a body. Fisk was happily surprised to see how acutely sensitive his inner legs were, with his reaction verging on desperate but Kingpin watched as one of the relentless paint brushes dipped down to tease his taint at the same time and the maniacal toothbrush shifted to concentrated its buzzing terror along the underside of Matt’s creamy toes.

“I’m not overly fond of second chances, much less third chances, Mr. Murdock but I’m giving you one last opportunity…to join me, to end this and lend your talents to my cause” Fisk presented from his seat several feet away as if he was doing Matt a favor as he signaled the professional ticklers to stop. Daredevil’s head drooped near his collar bone out of exhaustion, taking a few moments to catch his breath and let his body try to recover. Finally, Matt’s head picked up, his dark eyes meeting Kingpin’s daunting gaze with a newfound hatred for the white-suited criminal juggernaut. “…I’m not working for you...I will NEVER help you infect this city…with your brand of chaos and venom…and I will stop you” Matthew expressed with a tired snarl in his voice. Kingpin’s face grew disgruntled the way it did when he faced rejection or frustration without losing his cold composure, “Very well…you brought this on yourself” Fisk replied before he signaled his hired ticklers to continue using their expertise to ruin the guardian devil.

“NooAoAHAOHOAHANOO! OAHAhAOAOHAOAHAOFFUuUUuCCKKkYyOoOUU!!” flooded into the large room as the monsoon of sensations consumed Matt worse than before. The brunette henchman filled both the fully exposed armpits with all ten of his fiendish fingers, plowing into and flying around in the hairy hollows like he was hungry for Daredevil’s heavy laughter. Adding to the tickle ambush, the blonde man was devouring one of Matt’s tasty toes, nibbling on each of them with unsettling enthusiasm. “AAASSTTOOPPPAAHAHAHA TTTIIICCKKLINNNGGAHAHAHAHAMEEEEEEE HAHAOHAFFFFUUUCCCKKKIINNNGGG SSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPP!!” Matt wailed as he knocked around as hard as he could. Matt’s furry pits proved to be a tie with his inner thighs for his most ticklish spot and the hands taking advantage of how unprotected they were didn’t hold back, ravaging the depths of both meaty pits. The street savvy lawyer had never been tickled very much at all, not nearly enough to know exactly how ticklish he was or how bad it could be so having a greedy tongue wiggling between his toes and somebody else clawing away into his armpits at the same time was a mind-fuck for the ages. The Devil as in hell.

“You two finish him off and leave him…I’ll see that he is taken care of later” Fisk instructed as he gave one long last look at his biggest enemy, the man who’d turned his golden offer down, and the hero who would rather endure hours of brutal tickle torture than be his ally. The henchmen followed their boss’ order and did their worst to push Matt to his breaking point, switching positions so the blonde tickler could dive into the sweaty armpits with a fresh fury while his partner used his purposely long nails to scribble along Matt’s greased foot. 

“AAHAhOAHAAOHANNOOOAOHAOHA!! FFUUuUCCCKKAOHAOAH!! JJJuUusSSTThOHOPOOPPP!! HhHEEE’SSSGGOOnNNEAOHAOHA!!” Daredevil tried to reason now that Fisk wasn’t there but the two men loved wrecking the hunky man regardless of any direction. The man at his pits looked like he was digging holes into the delicious caves of hair, using his fingers to explore every part of the hot-button triggers. With his arms bent over his shoulders, it left zero room for the naturally defensive man to protect his picturesque armpits, the exact image of how an artist would draw the stereotypically masculine underarms. 

The men hired to tickle Daredevil into insanity never grew tired of tormenting him and it seemed like Matt’s body almost grew more sensitive as the night went on, becoming even more hyper-reactive than when they’d started. The pair of henchmen didn’t stop until the blind lawyer’s body finally gave out, collapsing with exhaustion and giving them the cue to leave now that their toy had run out of batteries. When Matt woke up, the sound of another person’s breathing put him on edge again, “...Poindexter…the hell do you want?” “Well, let me first say, that was a hell of a show. I mean, who would’ve guessed the man that stalks the rooftops and takes on whole gangs by himself would be so ticklish?” Bullseye questioned with a smug grin of arrogant excitement. 

“Listen, just let me out of this…Kingpin will turn on you. He turns on everyone after they’re not useful to him anymore” Matt tried to convince the ex-FBI agent. “Save the hero working with his enemy bullshit; Kingpin may be a backstabbing dick but his money is as green as anyone else’s and he’s got a lot of it. He could’ve made you a rich man if you’d taken his offer. Hell, I’m just as good as you…but no, he wants the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen” Bullseye scoffed. “Is that jealousy I hear?” “Maybe. But it’ll be the last thing you hear for a while” Dex answered before placing a pair of noise-cancelling headphones over Matt’s ears and even taping them to his head with a few layers of duct tape before arming himself with the hair brushes that’d been left behind, “Now, let’s see how loud you can really scream…”