Mario's Ultimatum
#2 of One-Offs
Mario's Ultimatum By: Raal Steelfang
Warning: This story contains the tickle torture and erotic stimulation of a male character by two other male characters. If that's not your bag then don't read it. If it's not your bag and you insist on reading it anyway, don't come crying to me. In addition, though I'm sure you don't need me telling you this, the characters of Mario, Luigi, and Bowser belong to Nintendo Co.
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"What's going on," roared Bowser, "why am I bound and why can't I see?! I swear when I find out heads are gonna roll!!!"
Bowser momentarily stopped yelling threats to no one to settle down and fume for a minute. How could he, Bowser, King of the Koopas, be in this situation? He tried to think back, the last thing he remembered was sitting in his war room thinking up new ways of getting rid of those pesky Mario Bros when everything went black. The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a completely dark room tied in a sitting position with his short arms tied above him and his thick ankles locked in what felt like a pair of wooden stocks. Before he had a chance to think any further the room was suddenly bathed in bright white light. "Hey, easy with the light jerk," shouted Bowser as he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as possible to protect them from the blinding light. "Sorry Bowser, I'm-a sick of going easy on-a you." Bowser's eyes suddenly popped open as he recognized that cheesy faux-Italian accent. His guess was proven correct as his two sworn enemies walked into the room. "Mario, and you.....umm......Green Mario, I knew you two were behind this!" "My name-a is Luigi!" "Luigi, Green Mario, what's the difference?" "You sonofva bitch I'll show you the difference!" "Okay, okay, that's enough you-a two," said Mario as he put an arm in front of Luigi to stop him from advancing. "We're-a here for a reason, Bowser. We-a want you to-a leave the Princess alone once-a and for all." "Oh, you don't say," said Bowser with a sarcastic smirk on his face, "and how exactly are you two losers going to do that, tickle me into submission! BWAAAHAHAHAAHAHAH!" His belly jiggled as he laughed at his own joke. "As a matter of-a fact, yes." Bowser's laughter immediately ceased. "You...you're joking, right?" The giant turtle felt beads of sweat already start to form on his brow. He had never met another Koopa as insanely ticklish as him, and he HATED it. Mario smiled, "What's-a wrong, Bowser, you look a little-a nervous." "No no, no, I'm fine, not nervous at all," He smiled what he hoped looked like a calm confident smile. Unfortunately, it wasn't. The brother's could see through him immediately. Sweat and nervous laughter bubbled from the bound Koopa as the brothers approached his helpless body. Luigi took up position behind him while Mario pulled up a stool right in front of his tender, three-toed feet. "You-a ready Luigi?" "Ready!" "Okay, 1...2...wait-a just a minute!" Bowser sighed a quick sigh of relief, thinking maybe Mario had changed his mind. "What's-a the problem, Mario?" "I forgot-a to do this first," he said as he quickly took out a spool of string and tied each of Bowser's six toes back before the Koopa could even blink, leaving his wide chunky soles completely defenseless. At this point Bowser gave up all pretenses and resorted to plain old begging. "Mario, please, pleeeeaaaaase don't do this! Look, I'll leave Peach alone, I swear, just please don't!" Mario made a show of pretending to think about it, then shook his head sadly,"No, I'm-a sorry, I have-a to make sure you keep that little-a promise." Mario picked up two feathers from a small tray and slowly ran the tips from the heels up to the base of the toes and back down again as Luigi ran circles in the hollows of the Koopa's armpits with his pointer fingers. Bowser dissolved into helpless, embarrassed giggles as the slow teasing torment went on. The plumbers varied up their strokes, with both of them doing zigzags and figure-8s on their respective spots, but kept the same slow pace to wear him down. Bowser suddenly screamed out as the Mario's feathers stimulated a particularly sensitive spot right under the ball of each foot where the arch began. "My my my, for-a being such a big, tough-a turtle you have the most-a ticklish feet I've-a ever seen. Even the Princess isn't this-a tender." Bowser blushed as Mario continued to tease him about his big pampered soles. He suddenly truly regretted taking the term "footman" so literal and hiring guys to lick and massage his feet everyday. Suddenly taking a term out of context was the least of his worries as Mario turned the feathers around and used the quills to stretch between his outstretched toes. That, coupled with Luigi behind him kneading the areas between his ribs, turned his giggling into full on screaming laughter. "Hey-a Mario, I batch I can-a make him scream louder than you?" "Oh yeah, you're-a on! You go first." With that, Luigi began wiggling all 8 fingers under his pits. "Well, that's-a pretty good scream Lugging, but try and beat this," Mario said as he took two small paint brushes and dusted the base of all 6 toes. Not only did Bowser scream, but he bucked and thrashed wildly. "Wow, impressive, but how about-a this one." Luigi scraped his fingers from Bowser's hips all the way up to his hips and back again as he used his bristly moustache to tease his ears. "There-a, you see. I got-a him to cry, I-a win!" "Oh no, I can-a do better." "How?" "With these," said Mario as he stopped long enough to proudly hold up to stiff bristle hairbrushes before putting brush to skin and making Bowser go into full-on hysterics. "HEHEHEHEHEHE MAAARIOOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEEHEHEHEEASE STOOOOOHOHOP! I'LL DO ANYHEHEHEHEHEHETHING JUST STOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!" "Damn, looks-a like you win Mario, I-a couldn't get him-a to beg like that." "Yep, and-a look at my-a prize," said Mario with a laugh. Luigi momentarily stopped his assault on Bowser's soft tummy to see what Mario was looking at and couldn't stop himself from letting out his a chuckle of his own. "Well look, Bowser's-a enjoying all-a this!" Bowser opened his eyes and, through his tortured tears, noticed for the first time he had a full-on erection. "So-a, you like-a this huh," asked Luigi with a smile on his face. Bowser tried to deny it, tried to say anything that would cover it up, but nothing came out. He was just too embarrassed. "Hey-a Luigi, why don't-a you come around here and indulge our new pet-a turtle?" "Great idea," said Luigi. He left off tormenting Bowser's flabby sides and took up position on a stool between his legs. He picked up one of Mario's discarded feathers and ran it up and down the sensitive underside of the Koopa's stout cock from the base of his balls to the tip of his head while Mario kept up the brushes on his feet. The Bros kept it up for hours, Mario stopping his assault on Bowser's tender soles whenever it looked like he was about to pass out, until the giant turtle's cock had changed from it's normal pale yellow to an engorged shade of purple. Finally, Mario gave a short whistle and both he and Luigi stopped. Bowser, to exhausted to do anything but pant and look at the brothers fearfully through half-closed eye, worried that this was just a trick to make him lower what little guard he had left. Luckily for him, it wasn't a trick. "So-a Bowser, how do your-a balls feel," asked Mario in a surprisingly gentle tone, "pretty-a painful I imagine, right?" All the Koopa could do was nod. "Would you-a like us to give you-a some release?" Agian, he could only nod, but a bit more enthusiastically this time. "I'll-a make a deal with-a you, beg us to-a let you cum and we'll do it." Bowser thought about every threat, every demeaning comment he could make, but he knew it would be the worst decision he ever made. He swallowed the last little bit of pride he had and did as the plumber asked, "Please Mario, please, let me cum. I'll do anything, agree to anything, just please let me cum I'm beggin' you." Mario nodded with a content smile on his face, " You-a heard him bro." Luigi took a firm grip on Bowser's member and began to slowly pump it while tugging gently on his balls. The Koopa could feel the tension bubbling up in him as he got closer and closer to his climax. Right before he orgasmed, Luigi shouted, "Now!" Right as a river of cum erupted in thick ropey strands from Mario took to brushing his feet again, only this time they were twice and ticklish than before thanks to his orgasm. "MAAAAHAHAHAHARIOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOH PLEHEHEHEHEHASE STOOOOOP, THAAAAHAHAHAHTS NOT FAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIRRR!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOOOHOHOHOHOHO MOOOOHOHOHOHORE!!! IIIIIIIMM GOOOHOHOHHOHONNA PAAAHAHAHAHASSSS OUT!!! True to his word, Bowser did in fact pass out after only about 20 more minutes of nonstop foot brushing. *********************** "AAAAHHHHHHH," screamed Bowser as he woke up and bolted upright, immediately laying back down as every muscle in his body was on fire. He was laying in his bedroom. He heard laughing and looked around when he realized what was playing on his massive TV screen. He didn't remember seeing a camera in the room the Bros had him in, and yet here he was watching his own torture session. He, in spite of himself, was growing hard again watching it when he felt a tightness around his cock. He looked down and saw a note tied around his member with his name written on the outside. He untied it and started to read; My Dear-a Bowser... "Good Mushrooms," Bowser thought to himself, "he even WRITES in that stupid accent!" My Dear-a Bowser, How're-a you feeling? Pretty sore I-a suppose huh? I want-a you to remember all that the next time you-a get the urge to mess with my Peach. In case you have trouble with your-a memory, we recorded the entire thing for-a you. Here's the deal, never, EVER come after the-a Princess again or not only will we come back and not be so-a gentle as the we just-a were but this video will-a be sent to all your minions. Have a sunshining day! xoxo, Mario
Bowser settled back in his bed and started thinking about his next Peach-napping plan. Sure he would be tickle tortured into oblivion AND have a his humiliation broadcasted, but to be perfectly honest, he didn't know which of those ideas turned him on more.