Concept: a guy with telekinetic powers is captured, wakes up tied spread-eagle in just his underwear. In normal circumstances he’d just focus his power and snap his cuffs, blast the door off its hinges and beat the shit outta whoever thought they could get away with kidnapping him.
But it seems his captors knew a thing or two about who they were dealing with. The second he opened his eyes feathers landed on his bare soles, started fluttering up his sides. He thrashed and struggled, tried to concentrate his powers enough to escape, but the tickling was so fucking distracting he couldn’t think straight.
It wasn’t even enough to make him laugh beyond the occasional giggle, but the constant stimulation on his ticklish feet and exposed sides rendered him temporarily powerless. He had to lie there and take it.
His captors had planned carefully their abduction of him, betting a lot on their ability to stymie his abilities through constant tickle bombardment. Their plan worked. They hadn’t specifically instructed their goons to tease him about his sensitivity, about how a little tickling made him so helpless, but they correctly assumed it was the right thing to do.
And judging by the guy’s reactions, when they got to the actual tickle torture, he wouldn’t last an hour.
