#ler!fedor

"Hello, Nikolai," said a quiet familiar voice and such a gentle voice to me. This sweet hoarse voice overshadowed the pain in my body, I was like a lost kitten. The feeling was just terrible, and I was in a strange position.. Stop, position, I was like I was hanging in a vertical position." After these thoughts, Gogol opened his eyes. Panic filled his eyes, because he was in some room, a bright yellow light was pounding into his eyes. The blond looked at his hands and feet, they were chained with iron handcuffs, inside which there was skin. It rubbed his wrists and ankles, even the skin was red. His head ached and was spinning, his vision Only then the chained one noticed that he was wearing a minimum of clothes. Here he was really stunned, especially after the words: will you wake up soon, traitor?

- DOS-KUN, YOU'RE ALIVE! - Nikolai exclaimed joyfully, having already forgotten about his situation

-- didn't even think that you would be happy, after what you did. You know, I even began to trust you a little, but it's good that I had a second plan. - Dostoevsky answered sullenly

--I only wanted to do better! After all, I almost freed you, I remember and love you, you are the most understanding person in my life.

--A very touching speech, of course, but let's get to the main thing. I need information about Dazai, Sigma, others and your further plan. - Fyodor came closer to Gogol

--Why am I in this position? Couldn't we just talk calmly? - the guy pressed himself against the icy marble wall.

--Why not? You can also run away, but this way you have nowhere to go, and I also have a gift for you, but I don't know if you'll like it. - he lightly ran 2 fingers along Nikolai's side.

Kolya began to shudder, realizing what was coming. He was confused, because this had only been done to him in early childhood. The blond simply did not know how long he could hold out, how it felt, how sensitive he was. He did not want to betray his new friend. Maybe not everything was so bad, maybe he would even like it.. The Ukrainian sank into some kind of trance, Dostoevsky noticed this and pressed himself to his ear, saying: I'll tickle you, I'll tickle you very hard. Kolya's face was filled with a gentle blush, and after a quick touch of his old friend, he turned red as a tomato. Mykola held back his laughter, involuntarily twitching, despite the fact that Fedenka's gentle fingers ran very slowly over his torso. In order not to waste time, Fyodor began to study every point of Nikolai's body. He started with his neck, gently moving his fingers up and down, using his nails for the chin. From the very beginning, Kolya couldn't hold back his laughter and exploded in the first minute.

--Stop it ahahaHAHAHAH

--This is just the beginning, it's not my fault that you're such a sensitive boy. - said Fyodor, moving a little lower to the armpits.

Gogol's reaction did not take long to wait, he almost burst into tears. The Russian was both gently fingering and very quickly almost scratching the delicate skin. For Mikola, tickling was just a child's play, but now something more was felt. He could not understand hostility or maybe even passion. The most interesting thing began when the brunette got to the ribs and stomach. Here he decided to completely break away on his dear ally. Fyodor decided to ask if Gogol wanted to stop and tell everything, and in the meantime, the blonde himself had already forgotten why he was being tortured here. Well, he couldn't call it torture, it was kind of horrible, but it was such a pleasant feeling, positive emotions burst out of his chest, splashing out with laughter. To some extent, it even excited Gogol, but he was so scared and disgusted by the word. As a result, the blond kept silent and the session continued. Clutching his ribs, the villain began to vibrate with all 10 fingers. The room was filled with laughter again. Gogol writhed, his knees began to shake. He looked like a weak puppy, trembling from just that touch. The martyr saw how his victim was about to explode, so he began to whisper this word, so tenderly in the ear of another writer. He was confused and wanted to crawl underground. — Tickle, tickle, tickle~

— ENOUGH PLEHEHEAHASSSE, DOS-KUN

— You have the whole plan and all the information, and I will stop

torturing such a ticklish blondie who cries from every touch. - The smile on Fyodor's face was already very wide, but with each word it became bigger and bigger, wider and wider.

— NO, I WOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHELL YOU! - Nikolai's voice began to break, becoming hoarse.

— Okay, it's my own fault. - the sadist grinned.

Gentle fingers began to run over the body, very quickly tickling the ribs, stomach, and simultaneously getting into the navel. The worst thing was when Fyodor began to make raspberries, running his nails along the most tender sides. Gogol could not stand it since childhood! When he was little, his relatives always tickled him like that as a child, he remembered how it infuriated him. The Russian probed every inch of his body, gradually moving to his hips. He gently squeezed them, unclenched them and vibrated sharply. Gogol was already completely exhausted, he was barely hanging on his chained hands. Dostoevsky did not like such a weak reaction, and Gogol was calmly hanging on the wall, without touching the floor with his feet. The tormentor began to tickle his knees, Gogol giggled, because it was tooom was very out of breath. At one point he twitched, as if he had been electrocuted, a loud scream was heard, his throat was torn from the inside. And all this was because his friend began to tickle his soft and tender feet. He fingered each toe and then suddenly grabbed the middle of the foot. The blond realized that he could not stand it, although deep down he understood that he really liked it.. -STOOOOP, PLEHEHEHHAHAHASEE, I WILL GIVE YOU AHAHAHALL THE INFORMATIOHOHOHON! - Gogol literally screamed with all his might. -Listen, all this time I knew everything I needed. You just had to take revenge for such a betrayal. I can't kill you. - Dos-kun removed his hands from Gogol's body and smiled.